Elena's POV
"Tsk, still so tough?"
"Tough girls don't get the love, babe. Be nice, and we'll take care of you."
"But, if it were at that moment..."
He suddenly leaned in, his hot, wet breath on my ear, whispering something utterly vile and crude.
The stench of cheap liquor mixed with l**t made me physically gag.
He brutally ripped the top button off my shirt. The cool air hitting my skin was shocking.
I desperately gathered my last bit of strength, violently lifting my head, aiming to smash into his nose. I'd at least break a tooth, even if it killed me.
Just then, the heavy double doors of the VIP room were violently thrown open.
A powerful, chilling dominance, so suffocating it stopped my breath, instantly consumed the room.
Then came Pheisar's voice, sounding like it was scrap
