Franco walked with Susan in his arms through the gleaming corridors of the grand mansion. When they arrived in the bedroom, he struggled to turn the lock, pushed the door with the tip of his foot, and tossed the girl onto the bed.
"Hey!" Susan complained, furrowing her brow. "What's wrong with you?"
"And you still have to ask?" he roared, enraged. The vein on his forehead bulged, his eyes sparkled, and his breathing was heavy. "You've only been here for a few hours, and you're already drunk," he shouted. "Do you plan on doing the same thing to my brother as you did to me?" he yelled furiously.
Susan opened her lips in great surprise, and his question seemed so offensive to her that she wrinkled her brow, stood up, and without thinking twice, slapped him.
"Respect me. I'm not just anyon
