Bertha laughed. Her smile was as bright as the sun, but the kidnapper could feel a vaguely threatening breath on her body. He continued to bow his head and ask her for forgiveness. He even slapped himself in the face.
"I was wrong, please forgive me."
"Last chance."
Bertha narrowed her eyes, looking a bit unhappy.
"My right hand and both legs kicked her." The kidnapper trembled as he answered.
Bertha stood up, finding a thorny stick from the corner of the cabin.
Venn knew she was angry, so he didn't step forward to stop her.
Very quickly, the kidnapper's painful scream echoed in the wooden house.
Derek quietly watched the entire process of her torturing the enemy herself.
Last time he saw with his own eyes her miserably punishing the lustful directors, but now, he was still amazed
