Karina Was Abused

The car's air conditioning is set to the lowest, and Leonard's hands have already frozen stiff. On the backseat, however, William looks like a live furnace. He sits on the seat, eyes tightly closed, his jawline tightening bit by bit as he slowly clenches his teeth. The car is running at a high speed, the rear window wide open, the inflowing cold wind incapable of reducing the rising heat in William's body. He forces himself to listen to the noisy sounds of traffic whistling past the car, using that to distract his attention. In the private room, Carla perceives something strange with her body and tardily notices the aromatherapy in the corner. Only then does she understand the meaning of William's word "whore". "It was not me…" Carla, tormented by this unbearable heat, is now frightened. She doesn’t know what’s happening, she urges the butler to take her to the hospital immediately. The private residence is distant from the bustling areas, surrounded by a garden landscape that embraces