CHAPTER 318: CHAPTER 318: SCREAM

Meanwhile, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

"Is anyone inside?! Open up for a room check!"

Before she could react, she was already pinned down by the man.

In just a second, the last piece of fabric on her was undone by the man.

Summer Monroe felt a chill across her chest, and the next moment, the man pressed directly against her body.

"Uh—" She couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, a hint of girlish coyness in her voice, adding more entanglement to the already ambiguous atmosphere.

She couldn’t help but be annoyed, pushing against the man’s chest with her hand.

"Get off!"

Summer Monroe’s voice naturally carried a sweet softness, and when anxious, it was like a kitten’s.

The man’s back stiffened slightly, then he pressed the cold dagger against her throat again.

"Cooperate with me, or... I’ll cut your throat immediately!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, she felt the dagger press closer to the skin of her neck, as if it could slash her throat in the next instant.

She had no choice but to temporarily give up resistance, asking, "How, how do I cooperate with you?"

"Scream!"

"Scream?"

"Have you ever had a man?" The man whispered close to her ear, the moist heat of his breath making her whole body tense.

Summer Monroe felt utterly humiliated.

This person better not fall into her hands, or she’d repay him a thousandfold!

She bit her lip, responding to him, "No."

"How is that possible?" The man glanced over Summer Monroe’s slender, shapely figure in the light filtering through the cabin, then asked, puzzled, "You... really never had a man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Summer Monroe’s face.

It was a face with exquisite features.

But the man had seen countless beauties, and no matter how exceptionally beautiful she was, he had no reaction.

What truly shocked him were her eyes.

These eyes... looked just like those of someone he detested.

This realization immediately filled the man with disgust.

It was like seeing the most precious medieval painting stained with garlic oil.

"Tsk—"

The man’s voice was full of regret.

Just like his father, all no-good.

Then, there was a pounding at the door outside—

—BONG! BONG! BONG!

"There’s someone inside! Open the door quickly! Or we’ll kick it down!"

She tensed up immediately but then thought, if those people caught this man, she’d be out of danger!

However, as soon as this thought crossed her mind, the man seemed to have read her mind.

"Don’t hope those people will save you. They’re here to kill me. Do you think they’ll let you live after they kill someone?" The man whispered in a hoarse voice.

Summer Monroe’s brow furrowed slightly.

—Those people would definitely silence her.

The man saw the subtle expression on her face, his lips curving slightly: "Be smart, besides cooperating with me, you have no other choice, I’ll spare your little life."

She bit her lip tightly without speaking — she acquiesced.

Indeed, she had no other choice.

"Good girl." The man said contentedly, brushing his fingertip over her cheek, his touch both gentle and teasing.

But all Summer Monroe felt was danger.

The next moment, sounds of kicking the door echoed outside.

"Thump, thump, thump—" causing the door lock to sound.

The entire cabin seemed to tremble from the kicking, the door about to burst open at any moment.

With one hand, the man tore open his own shirt and threw it to the other side of the bed, then quickly grabbed Summer Monroe by the throat, hoarsely commanding, "Scream! If you can’t, just pant!"

In the next moment, the door burst open with a "bang—".