"Tear..." was the sound of fabric ripping, distinctly clear in the silent space. Daxton Lancaster tore off Violet Zimmerman's nightgown and quickly took off his own pajama pants, pressing onto Violet and relentlessly thrusting.
Having just experienced an intimate encounter and not yet fully recovered, now under Daxton Lancaster's incessant assault, Violet felt as if her very bones were being shattered.
The sensation of pain spread, leaving nothing behind. Daxton Lancaster was simply using his hips to ram into her.
"Daxton Lancaster, what are you doing? Stop it, stop it now..."
Violet's fists pounded frantically on Daxton Lancaster's shoulders, but he showed no sign of stopping and instead used even more brute force.
Under the orange-yellow light, Daxton Lancaster propped up his upper body, his lips curled into a sinister arc, locking onto Violet's terrified and pained face, and asked with a half-smile, "Did Joseph also use such force just now, hmm?"
