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Susan is now so afraid of him that she can't help but chatter her teeth as she sees him enter.
He came in, surrounded by the cold air forced on her.
Susan shivered and asked in a trembling voice, "What else do you ... want?"
The woman looked at him timidly, nervous to the utmost extent.
"You want to leave?" He stopped in front of her and didn't take another step forward.
Susan immediately shook her head and whispered, "I'll do anything you want as long as I can keep this baby."
Her teeth stuttered as she said this.
Chandler lifted her chin and eyed her with fascination.
Susan squeezed out a smile, but it was too strained, and Chandler shrugged his hand off.
"Haven't you been dying to get out of here?" He smiled seductively.
Susan looked pleased and pursued the question, "Really?"
"Yes, as long as you abort the baby, I won't stop you from going wherever you want." He said idly, and asked, "How about that?"
Susan's face stiffened as she shielded her belly and stepped back one by one, "No, I won't give it up."
Chandler squeezed her chin, harder and harder. She just felt like her jaw was about to crack. The man in front of her lowered his head and whispered, "You don't want to be free?"
"I don't have anything left." She laughed bitterly, shook her head in despair, pointed to her belly, and said earnestly, "Now, it's all I have. I beg you, I beg you on my knees, let me keep this baby, or at least, let me give birth to him."
Chandler lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. The tears in Susan's eyes were barely dried before they were exposed to him.
Looking into his eyes, the tears still fell without a fight. Blinked, and there were more tears, not even stopping.
He looked at this scene, somehow, suddenly felt disturbed.
He let go of her chin and looked at the red marks that stood out against her white skin.
Susan wiped her tears and held them back. She just couldn't stop sobbing.
The atmosphere in the room hit the rock bottom again, and Chandler spoke in a cold voice, "next time, I hope this child is gone."
When she heard that, her face paled for a moment. Looking up at the man in front of her, Susan immediately jumped down when she saw him leaving, her legs almost falling to the ground with a weakness.
"Please." She grabbed his pants and looked up at him with tears in her eyes, her tone carrying desperation, "No, please."
He looked down like he was watching a play. The woman cried out in tears. was the baby that important?
"It's just an unformed cell." He squatted down and looked at her, smiling, and asked, "More important than your freedom?"
Susan paused, confusion in her eyes, but Chandler reached out and wiped the tears from her cheeks, rubbing her cheeks with his fingers, "Since you're so attached to me, why don't you serve me well?"
She looked complicated and was slow to respond.
her hands suddenly dropped, Chandler frowned and grabbed her up, laughing in a deep voice, "Isn't it true that you'll do anything to keep it."
Susan still didn't answer, as if the pause button had been pressed, only the hesitation under her eyes revealed her true emotions.
After taking a deep breath, she trembled and reached out to unbutton his shirt.
The buttons on the shirt were unbuttoned very slowly, and Susan was afraid of offending him, so all her movements were carried out carefully.
The third button was not ready to be undone when her hand was grabbed by the man. Susan trembled with fear and looked up at him.
Chandler looked down at her, his gaze was unreadable, "Serving people is not something like that."
Susan was shocked before she could react.
She was pushed onto the bed with a sudden chill on her chest.
Chandler pressed up against her, and body heat came from the other side.
She knew what was going to happen next, but held herself in place again, praying, "no ... no."
Chandler frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He rolled her over, not wanting to look at the tear-stained face again.
When he entered the body, Susan hummed lightly, the reaction was not as violent as yesterday.
He laughed lightly with disdain and lamented, "Obviously you're a natural prostitute, so skilled at being a slut, it's quite a pity not to be a whore."
Susan squeezed her hand tightly, gritting her teeth to keep those sounds from spilling out of her throat.
This only aggravated Chandler, who couldn't resist moving even harder. But she was gritting her teeth, holding back until her fingernails plunged into the flesh of her hand without making another sound.
The more Chandler did, the more distracted he became, so he simply pulled it out, Susan thought that it was over, that everything was over, but she didn't think that he was suddenly carrying herself to the dresser.
The mirror was facing them, and Susan looked at herself lying like a dog in front of it, with the man behind her looking at her the same way.
