Not being able to kiss those delicate and enticingly soft lips would diminish much of the joy," grumbled the bandit leader, coursing with feverish desire, as he whispered to her, "Beautiful, if I remove the cloth from your mouth, you must not bite your own tongue, can you?"
Miss Du, clinging to her last thread of sanity, nodded slightly.
The bandit leader, thrilled, drew his robust and naked upper body close to Miss Du.
The sight of the ugly scars covering his body nearly made Miss Du vomit. She resolved to seek death rather than let this disgusting bandit defile her by any means.
The bandit leader's face, with its ugly knife scars, looked even more ferocious and nauseating as he smiled, approaching Miss Du from above and reaching out his hand toward her.
Suddenly, a terrified scream from outside caused his outstretched hand to jerk back in alarm.
"What's going on? What happened outside?" bellowed the bandit leader toward the door.
