Chapter231: You Bastard

Nancy struggled to get up, but the moment her feet hit the ground, her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground. What did that jerk do to me yesterday? - she asked herself. The scratches on her thighs were horrible. There were bloody cuts and teeth marks all over her body. Blood had crusted to the side of her leg and inner thigh, and her wet core felt like it was on fire. She hurt all over, but all the pain combined paled in comparison to the throbbing agony that radiated outwards from her genitals. She cringed as she gently probed the area, and she told herself, 'If I can get through this, I can get through anything." She just wanted to leave. It took her a long time to stand up, and when her legs went wobbly, she managed to sit on the bed. She tried to call out for a servant, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was a whisper. Suddenly, the door opened, and as Paul walked in, she grabbed the bedsheet and covered her shame. He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit