Chapter 19 You Disgust Me!

In the second day, when Sandra was up, it was completely daytime. The ceiling was unfamiliar. She was surprised for a while then she remembered that she was in the rural house. Last night, Clinton forced to have intercourse with her as soon as the anaesthetic expired. Again and again, he fucked her and repeated bluntly regardless that how much he disgusted her. Repeating also "when it's over, I won't let you go." The other side was cold. The man was not in bed. She bit her lips bitterly, and used her arms to support her body up. Then she saw Clinton was ready to go out, hand on the door handle. She cleared her husky throat and spoke. "You can't leave this house before the truce with the Wilsons is signed." Clinton turned back upon her words, gazing at her with cold pressure, sneered. "What truce? I never knew a servant could make decision for me?" Her fingers were twisted to calm down. "I just want to make sure they are safe." He looked at her, abhorring, and then opened t