In the dimly lit VIP lounge, a stern voice cut through the tension. Thalassa's heart sank. That voice... it was David's!

And the woman who had screamed just moments ago? Susan!

Before Thalassa could even process the situation, a sharp "slap" echoed through the room.

The sound of a palm striking flesh was unmistakable, and from the intensity alone, Thalassa could tell the victim must have been in excruciating pain, probably swelling up by the second.

"Stop, please, no more!" Susan's pleas for mercy were heartbreaking.

when Lysander's cool voice brought Thalassa back to

a second

was even more chaotic than the sounds had suggested. Two burly men had Susan pinned on a couch, while another held her head back, slapping her relentlessly as David watched

shivers down

Lysander and Thalassa. His stern face softened slightly as he approached Lysander and

of

normal circumstances, Susan should have been behind bars, yet here she

modelin a high-stakes some

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