He raised his hand and threw her onto the small sofa. Phoebe reached out and held onto the sofa armrest, leaning down towards her with a smirk.
"I told you, you can't escape!"
She tried to kick him with her foot, but he grabbed her ankle. She kicked with her other leg, but the result was the same.
Spreading her legs and grabbing them in his hands, Phoebe looked down at her, lying on the sofa, with a wicked smile.
"Do you like this position?"
Her face turned red, but she spat in response.
"Let go of me!"
How dare he molest her, damn it!
[Girl, you seem to have forgotten it was you who kissed me first last night!]
Taking a step forward, he stood between her legs, bending down to gaze at her semi-reclined position on the sofa.
"I don't have much patience, so... don't force me to take action! Just for stealing Pet, I have enough reason to kill you."
"Carl!"
Carl's voice pierced sharply through the wireless earpiece.
"Carl?!"
