At this moment, Sam finally gained his freedom.
However, when he saw Angel, still kneeling on the floor, his mind was somewhat foggy.
Was this the appearance that the high and mighty heiress should have?
Such disarray...
No, it wasn't just disarray, it was utter defilement.
It was like seeing a goddess desecrated, filling one with a profound sense of heartache.
Of course, the most genuine feeling was still hidden in the recesses of Sam's heart, that faint sense of exhilaration.
Would anyone truly dislike seeing a goddess, once held so high, defiled by the common man?
Is there really no one who harbors a secret corner in their heart, a desire to tarnish something sacred?
Yes.
Of course, there is.
And recalling the oppression he had once suffered at Angel's hands, that twisted sense of pleasure in Sam's heart seemed to be released to its utmost in this small corner.
