Chapter 147 Does A Gangbang Turn You On
The tension was palpable as the men hovered on the brink of action, ready to rush to Sylvia’s aid. Yet, Renee’s icy stare froze them mid–step, their bodies tensing with hesitation.
With Sylvia clutched tightly in her one free arm, Renee barked an order for the men to untie her.
Sylvia, panic edging her voice, countered desperately, “No way! Don’t untie her. You know how dangerous she
is!”
Renee’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Oh… so, you won’t do it?”
In a swift, ruthless motion, she drew a shard of glass across Sylvia’s hand. Blood crept out slowly, staining
everything in its path.
“Damn it! Untie her now! Do you want to see me die?” Sylvia’s voice cracked, verging on hysteria.
Her fear of death was laid bare, unmistakable and raw.
“Letting her go is as good as digging our own graves,” one of them argued.
“But if we don’t, the second that woman’s dead, our money’s gone with her,” another interjected, gesturing
emphatically towards Sylvia.
Amid the chaos, Renee remained an unnerving pillar of calm, her gaze calculating and distant. She toyed with the idea of cutting Sylvia again, a dark amusement flickering in her eyes.
Sylvia, catching the deadly intent in Renee’s gaze, screamed again, her voice piercing the standoff, “Let her hurt me again, and you bastards won’t see a damn cent. Untie her now, you useless fools!”
The men exchanged wary glances, the weight of the decision unspoken but heavy in the air.
At last, one man was pushed forward by the other three, his hands trembling, moving as if Renee might strike
like a viper at any moment.
The men, once imposing figures, now seemed diminished, subdued by the unfolding drama.
With the ropes loosened, Renee stood, still firmly clutching Sylvia, her resolve as unyielding as ever.
Renee’s clothes were in tatters, mercilessly ripped apart by the men.
Her voice was a soft whisper in Sylvia’s ear, deceptively gentle. “Don’t make this harder. Take your clothes off.”
A ruthless fire danced in her eyes, hungry for revenge.
Before Sylvia could muster a response, her emotions surged ahead–tears pooled in her eyes and her hands. trembled as she reluctantly unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders.
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“Put it on me,” Renee commanded, a sharp contrast to her earlier whisper.
With shaking hands, Sylvia draped her shirt over Renee’s shoulders, covering just enough to modestly conceal her panties.
“Now, your pants,” Renee demanded.
Left with no alternative, Sylvia stripped off her pants and helped Renee step into them.
Now, Sylvia stood vulnerably in her underwear, her slim figure starkly overshadowed by Renee’s more imposing
form.
Despite the grimness of their situation, a pang of envy twisted in Sylvia’s gut, admiring Renee’s striking
physique.
Renee found a spot to sit with all the authority of a queen in her court, and with a swift kick, she sent Sylvia stumbling to kneel before her. She then placed a foot on Sylvia’s shoulder, pressing down firmly, ensuring Sylvia remained submissively bowed.
Renee’s face was marred by bruises, her cheeks swollen and a trickle of blood stained the corner of her mouth. Yet, she radiated an undeniable power, looking down disdainfully upon those around her as if they were mere
trash.
“Does a gangbang turn you on?” she asked casually, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather.
To Sylvia, however, Renee’s question felt like a sinister threat, echoing ominously in the charged air.
Sylvia shook her head with such vigor that her tears threatened to spill.
“You were enjoying this a moment ago, weren’t you?” Renee scoffed, her sneer cutting through the tense air. “Well then, guess it’s your turn now.”
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Despite Sylvia’s vehement protests, Renee pointed decisively at one of the men. “You’re up first.”
The man paused, his fear palpable as he hesitated to move.
Renee’s gaze turned icy, her voice chilling as she commanded, “Do it, or I’ll kill you.”
Under the weight of her threat, the man clenched his teeth and reluctantly stepped forward.
Sylvia’s eyes blazed with a mix of rage and desperation.
“Come on now,” Renee declared sharply.
With a brutal kick, she sent Sylvia stumbling into the man’s awaiting arms.
He caught her instinctively, his senses momentarily overwhelmed by her close presence–her enticing scent and the unexpected softness of her body stirring unwanted desires within him.
“No… Renee, please… don’t do this…”
Sylvia’s voice was laced with desperation as she struggled in his arms.
Caught in the heat of the moment, the man saw her frantic efforts not as fear, but as playful defiance.
