Chapter 679 A Trap Natalie Set Up
When the first ray of sunshine beat on Yara’s skin the next day, Yara was already spent after a grueling night.
Her fair skin was covered with scars, and she was shattered mentally.
Martin Jackson! You’re so dead!
I’ll feed you to the dogs!
When Martin realized she had woken up, he smirked in contentment at his work of art. “I know you hate me, but too bad for you. All you could do yesterday was just lying here and let me ravage the hell out of you.”
“M-Mm…”
Yara’s voice broke after a whole night of wailing.
Martin slapped her face when she made a noise. “You can still talk back, huh? You’ll be exhausted when the reporters come later. You can put up your best show for them. I’ll make sure I bring you down with me, Natalie Nichols.”
He proceeded to peel off the tape on her face since the final act was close, but much to his shock, not only did the tape come off, the hyper-realistic mask on Yara’s face was removed together as well.
Martin’s hand froze in the air as he stared at the mask he was holding. Before long, his startled gaze moved slowly toward Yara’s face and he fell back, aghast.
“M-Ms. Yara!” he stuttered. His mind suddenly went blank. “W-what… I don’t understand!”
“Take a f*cking good look this time!” Yara shouted with and hoarse voice when she could finally say her piece of mind. “What are you waiting for? Untie me!”
She glared at him with her bloodshot eyes as if her anger could consume him alive.
“I swear the person I brought with me was Natalie! How could it be you?” Martin’s hands shook uncontrollably as he loosened the metal cuffs. “You handed Natalie to me yourself. I was there myself and I witnessed everything with my own eyes!”
It appeared to her that Natalie had been playing her all along and that she was the one who had miscalculated. In fact, she was so clueless about how she ended up being the one tortured by Martin.
“So… so,” Martin mumbled, “you’re Yara, and who’s the other Yara I met yesterday?” Martin was discombobulated.
When Yara looked at him again, snippets of the obscene and gross scenes from the night before flashed before her.
Slap!
She dealt a hearty slap in his face. “You’re an animal! How dare you do this to me?” she howled.
“I-I didn’t know it was you!”
Martin covered his face as the pain burned his skin. There was no way he could explain himself because he had totally no idea what happened in between that led to this disaster.
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