Rebirth- Daphne’s Revenge

Chapter10—Meeting with a Mishap

"Good heavens! This girl is still a virgin!"

"I say this girl's reaction how so green!"

"This time old three you can be really lucky, however, this now I f**k of place also affirmation have never touched!"

"Second elder brother, you move slowly, don't play this woman bad."

"Ha ha, now you know me. Usually I said you do not believe! Don't dilly-dally, boss. We'll play with this woman as we please."

Putting her hand over her ears, Daphne turned pale and dropped her head as she almost ran out of the backyard. Outside, Daphne ripped the disguise off her head and threw it into a nearby trash can. Then she leaned over the right billboard and retched.

The cool night wind kept blowing on Daphne's face, and she finally came to herself with a dull look. She gathered her coat about her with her hands, and turned away with a look of indifference. The cold and disdainful look had hardly made it out that it would have fallen at any moment.

The scene she had just seen reminded her of her previous life when she was gang-r***d. All at once she fell back to the fear of being dominated, of being torn to pieces.

On second thought, she thought it was wrong. By rights, Edmund and Griselda had just met. How could they be close enough to have s*x?

And the play they had just put on was like proof in the mail. Wouldn't she be wasting it?

She thought of it and, fighting her nausea, went back out of the box again, opened the door a little, pointed her phone at the two revelers and recorded 10 minutes.

She found that Edmund was not in a normal state. He was still very active but his face was flushed and his eyes were blurred.

She saw a glass of wine on the table and thought, is there something wrong with the wine?

In order to gather more evidence, she tried to resist the nausea, hiding in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, secretly peep box.

An hour later, she saw Griselda, disheveled, open the door of her box. There were not many people around, she saw, and she hurried out of the restaurant.

Daphne took the opportunity to re-enter the box, where she saw Edmund unconscious. His naked body was so spicy, it seemed that Griselda didn't give him a proper treatment of the body. The smell of s*x pervaded the box, and she found it repulsive and demanded a quick resolution.

Griselda was in such a hurry that she didn't take the wine off the table. She planned to go back and test whether there is something wrong with the wine.

Would Edmund have loved Griselda if he'd known that it was all designed? She's really looking forward to his reaction.

Having collected what she wanted, Daphne was in no hurry to go home, walking slowly all the way back.

Halfway down the road, Daphne paid no attention and ran into someone who came out of the alley. At the moment of impact, Daphne felt her partner's torso hurt her nose a little. Taking a step back and rubbing his nose, Daphne raised her head. Before she could see what the other person looked like, and before she could say the above apology, the man reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"You're on your own."

'now -- where are you taking it!

"Shut up!

Daphne, still waiting to say something, was pressed down by the sudden pressure on her waist to resist all thoughts. She tried to keep calm and let the man walk with her, only a slight sweat appeared on her other hand, and she regretted that she didn't go back in time and walked in the street.

After walking for a while, Daphne raised her eyes and surveyed the man ahead of her. His profile, reflected in the lamp-post, was cold from the bottom of his heart, even though it was tinged with some warmth. She looked down, the body of the dress was very delicate, should be specially tailored. She saw that they were holding her hands, chaste. She could feel the cocoon on it.

He wore a gun and looked good. Bit by bit, Daphne's heart lifted. If she had known, she would have bought a cell phone when she was transferred to another province. If she shouted for help, the man would do something. She could not take the gamble of being slower than the man with the gun, and the only consolation was that although the man looked dangerous, he smelled peaceful.

Amid the tangle of Daphne, the man led her into a suite in an apartment building. Of course, before entering the apartment, she tried to ask the supervisor for help, but only to be taunted by men and ignored by the supervisor.

Stepping into the well-lit living room, the picture that had just been driven out of her mind flashed again and again. Daphne's body could not help trembling, so she ignored the danger of the man and bent her stiff legs to support him, but she was brought down to the sofa in the living room by the whole person. Large shadows fell, and Daphne flustered her hands as she pushed the man from above, kicking his legs wildly from the sofa.

“What are you doing!”

The man, looking at Daphne's anxious face, which he was trying to hide, frowned, "you've got half an hour to cook."

After that, he clutched Daphne's blouse with his big hands, pushed her off the sofa and sat down, pulling off his shirt tie and tossing it aside as he closed his eyes for a nap.

As a result, he didn't hear the sound of reaction, opened his eyes and saw Daphne standing in front of him. He shouted angrily, "didn't you hear what I said? Otherwise, you don't have to go back!”