There was a messy bang in the study. Most of the servants in the corridor held their breaths and subconsciously lightened their footsteps, afraid that they would vent their anger on themselves if they made any noise.
On the black leather sofa, a naked woman was lying on it with a trembling body. Her exposed back was covered in wounds, and blood flowed down her smooth skin to the ground, rippling into gorgeous and dazzling petals.
The ferocious-looking man behind her was still waving the whip in his hand.
When he was tired of beating her, he suddenly pried open the woman's pale chin and threw away the toy ball in her mouth. Gritting his teeth, he opened her mouth and fed her another pink pill.
The wound on her back was felt up and down by his large palm. The woman let out a whimper of pain, but she hurriedly covered her mouth, as her entire body trembled.
