Instead of knocking, the person was battering at the door.
Thomas got off Renee, cursing, "Damn it. Who the hell is that?"
Before he could finish, the door came crashing down. There stood Hans, his face as cold and menacing as a bloodthirsty demon.
"Mr. Mor..." Thomas barely said two words before Hans punched him, sending him crashing into the nearby furniture and knocking him unconscious.
Hans glanced around and saw Renee tied to the bed, her clothes in tatters. Shocked and distressed, he strode over and commanded his men behind him, "Get out!"
On the bed, Renee was trembling with fear and pain, tears streaming down her face, her mind in a daze.
When she was wrapped in something warm, she instinctively thought Thomas was about to r**e her. She curled up and screamed in despair, "Don
