Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 85

The sound of footsteps behind her was getting closer and closer.

Joyce subconsciously turned back.

Aman with a mask suddenly accelerated and ran over.

He had some spray in his hand and when he came closer sprayed her violently several times.

She smelled a strong smell of ether and immediately covered her mouth and nose.

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Her eyes got blurred a bit and she became slightly unconscious.

"Ring, Ring, Ring...’ Just then, her cell phone rang.

It was so quiet around that the sharp ringing sound was so abrupt that even Thomas, who had attacked

her, was startled.

Joyce's vision blurred and she vaguely saw what appeared to be a call from Luther.

She was relieved to see a glimmer of hope.

But as she pressed the answer button, the phone in her hand was kicked away by Thomas, and the

phone was thrown far away to the ground.

"Who are you and what are you going to do!"

Joyce tried desperately to stay awake and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Ha, seems they were not lying to me. You look pretty. Then it's not a waste of my time that I came all

the way here.” Thomas lustfully looked at Joyce, almost drooling.

Charlotte really gave him a big bargain for nothing, and the woman in front of him was really beautiful

with her beautiful breast and slender waist.

Joyce's heart fluttered with disgust as that hand of this man was placed on her shoulder.

She was so regretful since she would have been able to deal with such a hooligan if she had carried

the boomerang darts with her.

She didn't know how to fight and didn’t even know what else she could do at the moment.

"Chick, are you feeling hot now. You must want me so badly?"

Thomas took a step closer, an evil smile under his mask, and he cornered Joyce so she was unable to

retreat.

He really could not wait to get a taste of this beauty in front of him.

Joyce was breathing heavily, her face unusually flushed and her eyelashes trembling.

Now she also understood that she must have been drugged somehow.

"Get out of the way.

Get out of the way.’ Her arms flailed wildly, trying to shake off his disgusting hands, but her hands were

weak and powerless.

"Chick, no hurry, I will satisfy you soon."

Thomas rubbed his hands together, and a scarlet light emerged from his eyes.

"Hiss.' Her thin dress was torn apart and his eyes almost turned green.

It was so much more than he had ever expected.

If Charlotte did not want him to wear the mask, he really wanted to take it off and have more fun.

Joyce used all her strength and lifted a kick, hitting Thomas right in the crotch.

"Ah!"

Thomas screamed, bending over in pain and covering his crotch, his whole body twisted and jerked in

place as he spun in pain.

Damn bitch.

He would torture her to death later.

Joyce took advantage of this opportunity to break free from Thomas and ran with all her might straight

to the end of the alley.

If she could get out of the alley, and get to the main road, there would still be hope.

Unfortunately, she was too uncomfortable, her whole body was on fire and unbearable, and she had no

strength at all in her legs.

"Bitch, don't run.” After the pain went down a bit, he immediately chased after her, "Don't run, I will be

nice to you."

The silence around was eerie.

Finally, Joyce stumbled and fell to the ground.

She felt weak and she couldn't get up.

And after her Thomas was about to catch up with her.

Across Joyce's eyes flashed desperation.

Her consciousness was chaotic, her body feverish.

She did not even have the strength to resist.

At the most critical moment, Thomas had already grabbed her shoulder, and the last thing that came to

her mind was Luther.

Could she still expect his help? Today, was it really inevitable?