Zhang Xiaomeng spoke, activating the camera feature on his phone.
"You bastard, what do you mean by this?"
Murong Yu's face was filled with defiance as she struggled violently.
"No meaning, just want to take a few photos. If you behave yourself from now on, I'll keep these photos safe."
"If you dare trouble me, heh heh, I'll let the entire nation feast their eyes."
As Zhang Xiaomeng spoke, he snapped several provocative pictures of himself stepping on the woman.
How could Murong Yu have ever suffered such humiliation?
Clenching her teeth in fury, she wished she could bite Zhang Xiaomeng's foot off and sever his manhood right there.
However, she was after all a rational woman.
She realized at that moment that only by enduring this could she have any chance at freedom.
Finally, Zhang Xiaomeng finished taking the photos he wanted.
He put away his phone and untied the ropes from Murong Yu's body.
