la screamed out and struggl

me drug. But when he saw that Viola's long hair spread out like the sea and her fai

ooped down to press his lips against h

at had happened in the past. She bit his lips hard,

g off the blood at the corner of his mouth. His clear

ck around. Her action did not anger Maynard

s tie from the edge of the bed and

rd! Ba

to yell for help, but his thin lips

ck eyelashes trembled, and for a moment she was at a daze. Remembering what had happened l

y, and she saw all the purple br

t how much her body ached. Looking beside her, she saw Maynard sleeping

st yet. Viola hastily stood up and looked for her clothes on the ground.

at the presidential suite for several days. It was highly lik

umber of expensive-looking shirts and suits. With a

ke this!' Viola also took a suit and put it on her. After

the person who took advantage of her last night. Slowly and quietly, she walk

ed. There was no longer a cold and intimidating look on his face -- in fact

she had been struck by lightning. She

She cursed in

actly like h

es, then stared at his face again to m

r lip tr

rom her school because of it. It was so difficult for her during those times that she almost had to live on the streets.

ola took out a p

ght now!" Carefully, Viola poked at Maynard's side to make sure that he was

tos of him. When she was satisfied, she went ou

rrived at the office for the magazine she worked at. Her long hair was t

n up. He stretched his arms and fel

n the mirror. There was a turtle drawn on his face, as well as the word "BEAST" writte

shed away, a devilish smile appeared on his lips. "Very nice!" he said with a sinister laugh

th the intention of getting to the No. 5 Presidential Suite. Although there was no one else in the corri

s debating with herself whether

Viola made up her mind a

opened be

room. Looking around, she