Outside the door Milton Beale was slamming on the door like a madman.
Yolanda Taylor leaned against that door panel and her whole body was knocked forward and she almost fell on the floor.
Suddenly the door handle twisted out of nowhere.
Yolanda Taylor reacted by getting up and pressing on it for dear life, however the man outside was too strong for her to match, the door handle was turned and the door was slammed, she was knocked backward a few steps inside, Milton Beale was standing in the doorway with a man.
The prop in Milton Beale’s hand had been replaced with a black stick, the wound on his forehead was no longer bleeding, only the blood staining the sides made his whole person look very grim.
“Tch, Miss Taylor, you’re not being polite at all!”
He said, with a slight toss of his head, signaling the man in front of him to come up and catch Yolanda Taylor.
Yolanda Taylor grabbed the shower gel next to her and threw it at the man, she wanted to run, but the bathroom was just a little bit of space, she couldn’t run anywhere.
In order to avoid the man, Yolanda Taylor didn’t notice Milton Beale, when the other man’s hand caught her, she only felt a pain in her scalp, as if her whole scalp was going to be ripped apart by the other man.
She hastily reached out to catch her hair, and Milton Beale clubbed her directly in the hand.
“Ah…” The intense pain made Yolanda Taylor subconsciously let go of her hand, and Milton Beale yanked her hair with such force that her whole body was dragged by him and fell to the ground.
“Come here, tie her up for me!”
Milton Beale also knew that he couldn’t deal with Yolanda Taylor alone, he let the other man hold Yolanda Taylor down, and took the rope himself and tied her hands up.
Yolanda Taylor subconsciously struggled, however her strength was of no use to the two men.
“Let go of me!” “Let go of you?”
Milton Beale looked down at her and slapped his hand on her face, “Miss Taylor, look at this wound on my forehead, it’s seeing blood, do you think I can let you go so easily tonight?”
Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor’s face went white: “President Beale, you’re not making any sense, I’ve already called Martin Anderson to inform him, he’ll be here soon, if you move me, when he comes back, how are you going to explain?” Hearing the word “Martin Anderson”, Milton Beale’s face changed for a moment, but quickly recovered: “Miss Taylor, do you think I’m funny? You still really think that people Young Master Anderson has taken a liking to you just because he saved your life for once?”
“Oh, I said I have some friendship with President Anderson, the Anderson family place, just by your woman who has been Gwen Fox’s lover can enter?”
The sarcasm inside Milton Beale’s words was like a vine wrapped in thorns, wrapping her body in pain.
The identity of Gwen Fox’s former lover had become a nail of shame pinned on her body since who knows when.
The ropes around her wrists were tightened, Yolanda Taylor ate the pain and jerked her hand, Milton Beale gave her a look, “Hurts, doesn’t it? That wasn’t a light hit you slammed me with, Miss Taylor!”
He said, and his knotted hand used a few more moments of strength, and Yolanda Taylor just felt like her wrists were going to be strangled.
Milton Beale saw that the rope was tied and let the man out with a wave of his hand.
As the door closed, Yolanda Taylor saw Milton Beale rummage through the box and pull out a black leather whip.
She scuffed her feet and moved back, “What are you doing?”
“Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt, this is fun!”
Milton Beale squinted down at her as he said this, looking at her with a grim and lewd expression.
Yolanda Taylor raised her leg to kick him, however Milton Beale stepped back and her leg lunged, and in turn, the other party threw her hard with the whip.
“Ah…”
She ate the pain and couldn’t help but scream.
However, she didn’t want Milton Beale to get more and more excited when he heard her scream, and took the whip and struck at her a few more times.
Yolanda Taylor realized this and bit her lip dead to death not daring to scream.
“Scream! Why don’t you scream? Doesn’t old man fuck you good?!” Milton Beale at this time was like a madman, seeing her pursing her lips and not saying anything, the movement of his hand stopped for a moment, “Is it not pleasurable to be wearing clothes? I’ll help you take off your clothes!”
After saying that, he threw away the whip and fished out a pair of scissors from inside that box, using the scissors to cut along her shirt starting from the bottom upwards.
“Don’t! You get out of here!”
Yolanda Taylor looked at that scissors, her whole body was trembling, she didn’t dare to move around, afraid that the scissors would stab her body.
At this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from the doorway.
Milton Beale’s hand movement was one, Yolanda Taylor took advantage of his lack of attention, a foot stomp, the whole person moved back a large section, and then leaned against the bed and stood up.
Just as she got up, Martin Anderson rushed in.