Chapter 907

Wilda's curvaceous figure stirred the flames in Jackson's eyes. The rise of her breasts and the smooth skin of her thighs just beneath her skirt were so enticing that he wanted to grab them right away. Jackson was impatient now. He reached for her blouse, ready to rip her clothes apart. "Get away from me!" Wilda shrieked when she saw his hand reach toward her. In her panic, she found a renewed surge of strength, and she swatted his hand away. Jackson's hand stung from the pain, but he didn't seem to be annoyed or angry at her in the least. A smirk played on his lips as he stared at her livid face with one of mockery. "Ms. Jephson, you still intend on preserving your chastity, huh? Unfortunately for you, no one will save you." He said, "Even if Rick comes to your rescue, all he can do is watch as you become my doll. I advise you to just tell me the truth. "Tell me where Cameron's hiding. You can save yourself from some misery at least. I won't be as gentle as Rick is when I