The room echoed with the man's arrogant laughter.
But in the next second...
"Ahhh!"
A blood-curdling scream filled the air, as though a pig was being slaughtered. The man clutched his groin in agony, writhing on the floor.
Phoebe froze, her body trembling in fear. She had just kicked him with all her strength. Without giving it much thought, she jumped off the bed and ran to the door.
The door was locked—it wouldn't budge.
"You b*itch! How dare you!" the man cursed angrily, his face twisted in pain. He struggled to get up, but the injury incapacitated him. The pain was excruciating—he was certain he was ruined. Revenge could wait; right now, he needed a hospital.
"B*itch, come here!"
Phoebe pressed her back against the door, looking at him with terrified eyes. She didn't move an in
