Her Secret Mate

The fear at the bottom of her heart was gradually spreading. His bloody mouth was about to devour her.

The strength gap between men and women, coupled with the muscles all over the little hooligan's body, made her unable to move on the door, and what she could breathe was the disgusting smell of the man in front of her.

It was not until then that she realized how gentle Jeremy was to her.

Apparently, he didn't want to let her go.

"Let me go. I'll call the police at once if you don't let me go!"

Fiona was not kidding. With last experience, although she was also scared, she had calmed down a lot this time.

"Call the police?" The man laughed loudly and said, "Are you kidding me?"

The guest in this room had ordered the service, but she still refused it. It was a little difficult to deal with her. But it didn't matter since she was such a beautiful guest.

Not daring to meet his eyes, she squatted down and wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

She didn't have her phone with her. What she was thinking about was to use the phone to ask help from Jeremy. She didn't know why, but he came into her mind naturally.

If he was here, the hooligan dared not to do anything to her.

But Jeremy was so far away from here, so he couldn't come.

Fiona got up the courage again, glared at the man in front of him and questioned, "Why did you knock on my door? This is my room! "

The hotel staff gave the room card to her in person. Besides, the hotel was popular in Studio City. There was no reason to have uninvited guests in the middle of the night.

The man swallowed his saliva impatiently and ignored her. He quickly stripped himself off.

"Ah!" With her head down, Fiona shouted, "Pervert!"

She covered her eyes with her hands, not daring to look at that man.

"I'm not a pervert. Don't worry. I promise you will be satisfied with my service." The hooligan moved closer and whispered in her ear. There was a terrible smell mixed with the smell of sweat and cigarette from his breath.

She was almost smothered by the smoke.

She pointed to the toilet and said timidly, "Wait a minute. I have to go to the toilet. I can't help but..."

turned red. He kicked the door and waved his

torture me to death? Go ahead!

got up and clumsily ran to the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned against the

do?' She became the

her, so it was impossible for her to contact others for help. Was she going to sit still and wait for death?

the door. How could she have such a terrible

silently. Hearing the man's restless voice outside, she

saw the moonlight

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speaker and shouted, "Young girl, life

ambulances were mixed. People who were sleeping in the middle of the night were also woken up. They rushed down in succession to see what was

she was hanging on the windowsill, with a little carelessness, it was very likely that she would fall down.

this was her

hooligan was immersed in his dream. He even couldn't hear the noise that had been made by Fiona and kept asking her

right now, I will go in

were displeasure and anger in his voice. The

windowsill carefully, Fiona held it so tightly

asked her to get down, she dared not. She was

of the knock became faster and faster, it was as if the next second the hooligan

bitch! I'll kill

only wanted to kill her when he

on me? I will drag you down with me even if I'm

The door was loose and she

was shaking and was about to collapse

Finally, it collapsed.

picked up a broken board

the board, she

through the small window sill and threatened the man, "You... You'd better stay away from

escape

care so much. What he wanted to do was to torture this unscrupulous

approaching her step by step.

at him but could only hear the footsteps coming closer

"Who are you?"

hooligan fell to the ground and questioned the man.