Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 17 ~ Married

Diya shook his head, biting his lips to vent the pain down there when Lewis managed to tear his crown. The crown he had been guarding, had to be forcibly frowned upon by a ruthless man like Lewis.

Lewis smiled with satisfaction, the man raised his head, looked at the ceiling of his room, enjoying the sensation of a massage down there. The man with one of those reddish-eyeballs seemed to be enjoying the sense of virginity, a taste he had only enjoyed for the first time.

Pleasure is like a narcotic, lightening the body and mind that feels floating in the air, not missing the sensation of opium is overwhelming, making it always feel less, want again and again.

When the man above him smiled with satisfaction, Diya was silent with a trembling body. His body can feel pain and pleasure at the same time. But not with his heart. The woman, who lost her virginity at the age of sixteen, no longer seemed to care about what Lewis was doing.

His face was flat, his gaze was blank, only his physique was still in place, but his spirit had somehow drifted to nowhere. The beautiful woman with a body full of pedicab ownership sign was as if she no longer had the spirit to continue her life.

In fact, Diya was no longer in revolt when Lewis brutally stomped his body, the man really enjoyed without even having the slightest pity on Diya. Lewis remained focused on the beat for the hehentaka he did.

No matter how many hours passed, the struggle did not stop. Lewis keeps doing it again and again even though it has fallen down many times.

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The next day, Diya blinked his eyes, the first he felt was a body that felt crushed, as well as a very painful feeling down there.

But it was clearly more of his heart. The bond in his hand had been removed, but left a reddish mark that felt so sore. Diya felt his chest, patting him slowly, hoping that the tightness could be reduced when doing that.

Tears began to flow profusely as pieces of the scene last night danced in his mind, Diya felt that she was the most disgusting woman in the world.

Slowly, Diya began to rise, looking left and right. However, there was no discovery of the man who had once dared him by force. Not wanting to be dissolved in grief, Diya got up and went straight to the bathroom to clean his contemptible body.

In the bathroom, Diya rubbed her skin so roughly that it left a wound. The girl who was no longer a virgin felt so disgusted with her body. It was not clean, but instead added wounds all over his body. Diya did not care because obviously the heart hurt more than his body.

***

At Headquarters.

"Where do I want to go?" nesha asked puzzledly as she was taken to another room in the headquarters.

Now, Nesha was so tightly bound that she had difficulty breathing and moving her body. "What else do you want to do?' nesha asked for nothing because the bodyguard really did not respond to her at all.

Moments later, the steel door opened automatically. Appears a burly man with a reddish left eyeball. The man came alone, not with an Assistant who was always next to him.

The man walked over, then stopped right in front of Nesha. "Wounds in his head, did you do it?" lewis looked at the three bodyguards behind Nesha.

"No, Mister. The prisoner fell in the bathroom" replied one of the guards.

"Then, you treated him without my knowledge?" the look of the face was irritated, very creepy, really a demon incarnation.

"Not us, Mister," they replied quickly.

"Oh, I understand." Lewis replied taking another step forward, the man stood very close to Nesha.

"Aston, you go and order all the guards at Headquarters to gather in the black room" Lewis said.

"Well, Mister." replied the bodyguard to Nesha's left, and the bodyguard came straight out of the room.

After the bodyguard's departure, Lewis bent his body, then pulled a rough bandage that coiled around Nesha's head. Nesha screamed in pain with blood rushing from her open wound.

The blood flowed more than when Nesha fell. Nesha grimaced in pain. While the blood changed the white dress that at that time was worn.

"Guan is white and red, nice appearance. Now is a very good time to get married."

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