SFS Chapter 228 A Perverted and Twisted Man
Chapter 228 A Perverted and Twisted Man
In the damp basement, Paul treated Shirley like an animal, torturing her relentlessly.
Shirley could only remain silent and endure it in silence.
Her fingernails dug into the sawdust on the wooden board.
Driven by revenge, she would endure anything, even Paul's perverse behavior; she had become a vengeful spirit.
Paul turned her over and excitedly opened his mouth to bite Shirley's snow-white breasts.
Shirley let out a muffled cry, her eyes wide open as if filled with malice towards everything before her.
After getting his satisfaction, Paul put on a loose coat, walked to a table in front of him, picked up a wine glass and drank, but only took one sip before finishing the wine.
"Damn it!" Paul cursed.
He's ruined himself for a woman, and now he's stuck in this godforsaken place, unable to even use a communicator, living like a caveman. But thankfully, the arrogant woman who used to ignore him is now someone he can play with whenever and however he wants.
Paul sat on a bench, looked at Shirley lying there like a corpse, and gave a cold laugh.
She was truly despicable, but I was just as despicable, as if I were under a spell, having offended the most terrifying man in the world for his sake.
Just then, the wooden door to the basement opened, and a tattooed man who looked like a thug walked in carrying a plastic bag containing several bottles of beer and some cooked food.
"Boss, I've bought your food."
"Is anyone following us?" Paul asked in a deep voice.
"Absolutely not, I'm very careful, there won't be any loose ends," the henchman assured him.
"Put the things here," Paul said, pointing to the table.
The younger brother quickly took out what he was holding, but his eyes kept sneaking glances at Shirley, who was getting dressed as if no one else was around.
No wonder he's the boss; the women he plays with are really hot.
It would be great if he could play it too.
A sense of unease stirred within me.
"You want to play with her?" Paul, who was standing with one foot on the wooden board and gnawing on a chicken leg, did not miss his underling's gaze and asked casually.
"How could I dare to be the boss's woman?" the underling quickly denied.
Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare touch the boss's woman.
Although he said that, his eyes betrayed him. At this moment, his gaze was still greedily stealing glances at Shirley's beautiful figure, as if thousands of ants were crawling all over him, making his whole body feel numb and tingly.
Even though this woman was covered in scars, she was still attractive. She was like a broken Eve, giving people endless temptation, which was irresistible. No wonder the boss had fallen to this state because of such a beauty.
"Play if you want, I'm already tired of it anyway."
Paul spat out a bone and spoke casually.
"Well then, boss, I won't stand on ceremony."
As he spoke, the younger brother pounced on Shirley like a vicious wolf, impatiently unbuckling his belt.
With a loud clang.
Just as the underling was about to molest Shirley, Paul suddenly smashed a beer bottle over his head. The bottle shattered, and blood gushed from the underling's head. He turned around and looked at Paul, who was sneering, with a puzzled expression.
"Boss... what do you mean by this?"
Didn't he let him play with his woman? Why is he attacking him now?
"You dare to covet my woman? Are you tired of living?"
Paul spoke coldly as he picked up another bottle from the table.
The younger brother was so frightened that he immediately begged for mercy.
"Boss, I was wrong. I won't do it again next time?"
"Next time? You want a next time?" Paul grinned menacingly.
The wine bottle in his hand shattered on his underling's head with a loud bang.
Blood immediately gushed from the little brother's head, and he screamed in excruciating pain.
"Boss, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Paul seemed to be taking his anger out on him, repeatedly smashing the bottle over his head.
Paul only stopped when his younger brother lay on the ground in a pool of blood, lifeless.
Shirley watched Paul's actions with a blank expression.
She had long known about Paul's possessiveness towards her, so she wasn't worried at all that anyone around him would covet her. As long as someone dared to set their sights on her, Paul would never let them off the hook; this wasn't the first time.
Shirley finished dressing and walked up to Paul. She glanced coldly at her underling, whose brains were now just splattered, and said indifferently, "If you kill him, who will bring us food?"
Paul grabbed Shirley by the neck and forcibly pulled her to his side.
"I've had enough of hiding like a mouse."
Shirley winced in pain and tried to shake his hand away, but he only made it hurt more.
Paul grinned menacingly.
"I'll risk my life for you, so it's only right that I play with you. If you don't let me play with you, why should I go through fire and water for you?"
Paul grinned smugly, becoming even more unrestrained.
Shirley gripped Paul's evil hand tightly.
“I’ve let you do whatever you want, what more do you want?” Shirley said with displeasure.
"I just love the way you look, your horny expression is absolutely intoxicating!"
Paul scooped up Shirley and placed her on the table, overturning all the food on it, as he sought pleasure from her once more.
"Are you crazy?"
Shirley was furious when she saw him push all the food to the ground. Without food, they would all starve to death here.
"Yes, I'm crazy. I've been poisoned by you, you venomous woman. Otherwise, why would I offend that madman Gu Ye for you?"
"Gu Ye is crazy, but you're almost the same."
If Paul wasn't insane, how could he have killed the only guy who could help them? Even at this point, all he was thinking about was his crotch.
"If you don't satisfy me, how can I go with you to take revenge?"
Paul gave a wicked, crooked smile.
Shirley, who had been pushing Paul, suddenly stopped.
"You...do you have some kind of plan?"
She knew Paul wasn't a brainless man. Even if he was jealous, he wouldn't cut off his own escape route. Hearing him say that, it seemed he had already thought of a backup plan. Otherwise, why would he have killed the only follower who was still with him?
“Things have come to this point, it’s either them or us who die. Since that’s the case, let’s take a gamble.” Paul grinned menacingly.
"Fight?" Shirley was taken aback.
Suddenly, without warning, Paul resumed abusing Sherry.
“I’ll tell you my plan later,” Paul whispered in Shirley’s ear.
Shirley glared at Paul with resentment, but there was nothing she could do but endure the torment he inflicted upon her.
Once she has taken her revenge, she will definitely kill that beast Paul.