“Bastard?” The sudden voice startled the scar–faced man.
He whirled around to find a plainly dressed man quietly observing him.
“Where the hell did you come from? You better stay out of this!” Scarface’s face darkened.
“Please help me!” The woman thrashed around and cried out hopefully, looking terrified.
She had almost given up, thinking she would be violated. But now, someone was going to help her.
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