Revenge: the Abandoned Queen

d behind her back and a b

far they had gone before stopping. The air was filled

emoved the blindfold. Willette blinked h

interrogation room divided

annoying creaking sound. Behind the glass was an iron chair,

ed his smooth forehead.He had a pair of thick, cold eyes th

sciously called o

er cynical male voice called

nlucky. You could even get attacked and capture

ehind her, but before she could see his fac

her lower back as if to crush her abdomen,

Willette had to raise her head, re

r fiancé, how

e's ear, his hot and humid breath tickl

d by all the wandering poets for her beauty. All t

only Tuso people outside of this interrogation room. They haven't touched a woman

the iron chair, just rais

and arrogant man. Even as a prisoner, he sti

e on his mouth hinted at the v

you want?

rcefully lifted her chin, inserting a f

rly rough, almost tearing th

re and more aggressive, directly grabbing h

.. let

turning a shameful shade of red. Saliva uncontrollably sp

he man who was insulting her said casually, "it's not much, Your Highness,

s entire bo

ints, and if given up, the neighboring country Seragon could easil

fall into the most miserable situation. She wo

nchester's calm and

rco Streller, you won'

's breathi

et constantly dropping, and her abdomen, which

. The man named Marco removed his fingers and no longer played wi

est was so thin that it cou

esh of her breasts was exposed to the cold air, th

ow cry and wanted to c

were still tied

.. don't

ple in the interrogation room, her fiancé Lanchester, who wa

tting her skirt into shreds with a blade. And her fiancé sat beh

er!" Willette was tremb

one syllable and could no lo

e sharp and cold blade of the knife drilled into the seam of her pant

head shook, illuminating the

embled slightly as the deeper

so lo

ife handle over her tense anus, parted her quiver

shot through the

her breath and her teeth

alled out her fiancé's name

abandoned her, watching her

"T

ome dirty language, "

did his belt, and his thick and long

his lips tightly together, motionless, watc

urls were always meticulously arranged into a bun, and she wore a sky blue si

diamond was the

ere pressed pitifully on the ground, and she

r waist, and Marco held her white and smooth thighs, whic

the cruel excitement on the face of t

ndsome features and golden hair. He was called the lion of

n was about to

ember, inch by inch, into the entrance that