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As his hands groped around him, Ann felt the wetness and something continued to flow down. Ann blurrily touched the cold mouth of the bottle.
It was the bottle that the person took to force her to drink before ...
"The skin is so white and tender." The man was still greedily staring at her skin. Ann didn't even think of anything as she used all her strength to grab the bottle of wine in her hand. Without thinking, she smashed it towards the man's head on her body.
With a "peng" sound, the bottle broke into pieces. The man staggered backward after being hit as he wailed, "Ah!"
His head began to bleed and he began to feel dizzy.
This damned bitch, she actually hit him on the head.
Ann held the broken bottle in his hand. She used all her strength to getup from the sofa, climbed to the coffee table, and knocked off many wine bottles. Just like that, she stepped over the sofa and stumbled towards the door.
The man who forced Ann to drink alcohol was lighting a cigarette. At the moment, seeing his companion's head was smashed, and he quickly stood up and chased Ann. He whispered in a low voice,"Fuck, how is this going? The boss said that this woman is gentle. "
Ann ran to the door and her arm was pulled. The man's voice sounded dangerously, "Hey, you're not allowed to run!"
Ann's head started to buzz, as though she was crazy, she started to wave the bottle in her hands with all her might, using her almost broken vocal cords and shouted loudly, "Don't touch me! Don't come near me, or I'll kill you! I'm not kidding! "
As Ann said this, she forcefully cut her arm. Along with genuine pain, she leaned against the door and pointed at the man, "Right now, even if I kill you, it would be for legitimate self-defense! Don't think I don't dare to! "
Her black hair was drenched in sweat, and it stuck to her fair cheeks. At the moment, her arm was bleeding, making her look weak and pathetic, but there was a sense of fearless in that look that made even the drunk man sober up a little. He suddenly felt his heart thump, as if he remembered the reason he stayed in this room.
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