Someone came over and pinched Abigail Moore's mouth, pouring a cup of water into her lips. Abigail tried to spit it out but was punched, she coughed, and swallowed the water.
She was terrified to feel the water burning her throat as it went down, and soon, her body became hot.
"Trenton Smith, you won't die a good death! You won't die a good death! How could you do this to me? Old Sir Swallow won't let you off!"
"Young Master Smith." The director walked over and politely asked, "Would you like to stay here and watch?"
Trenton threw his cigarette butt on the floor and crushed it with his foot, frowning with disgust, "No."
He went back to the sofa, and the door of the small room slowly closed. A faint, ambiguous light seeped through the cracks in the door.
Soon, there was the sound of a woman's lascivious laughter and panting moans inside.
He let his thoughts drift and leaned against the sofa, lighting another cigarette.
