Then, the masked men burst into laughter.

Jamie stood there, paralyzed, clutching the doorknob. I shuddered, sympathizing with how bizarre and terrifying this scene must have been for him. The sight of the white-masked gentlemen all standing in front of him, suddenly bursting into breathless laughter, was no ordinary encounter. Jamie froze, overwhelmed by the salon's bizarre appearance. His startled expression gradually shifted to fear.Even I could clearly see Jamie, who had been gripped by fear, suddenly snapping back to his senses. This meant the white-masked men were equally as visibly aware. As soon as Jamie turned and fled down the hallway, the white-masked men swarmed him like bees. From across the hallway, Jamie could be heard crying out.

A harsh, piercing scream rang out. The screams that had reverberated through the hallway and reverberated into the salon finally drew closer. Jamie, who had run to the other end of the hallway, was dragged into the salon… into the . The sound of screams and screams pierced my ears. Excited men nearby shoved people to get a firsthand look. Amidst the shoving and shoveling, my stomach felt like it was freezing. I tried to back away from the crowd, but it was no use. Everyone else was just moving forward, forward, to see Jamie. I was forced into the crowd, helpless, and pushed forward. My stomach churned, almost nauseated. Suddenly, the masked face felt oppressive, driving me crazy. The bra I was wearing under my suit felt oppressively tight against my chest.

Only when I finally made it to the front, pushed by the crowd, did I catch a glimpse of Jamie. His screams continued, shaking the salon.

The men in white masks grabbed Jamie by the ankles and dragged him across the carpet. Jamie struggled desperately, trying to grasp the carpet with his fingertips, but it was no use. His suit jacket was pushed up, and the shirt he'd neatly tucked into his trousers was pulled out. His carefully groomed hair was a mess. Terrified, Jamie cried and pleaded.His heart pounded wildly. His legs shook as if they were about to give out. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to thrust them into his pockets. It was fortunate his mask concealed his face.

therwise, they would have seen his lost composure. The men who had been dragging Jamie approached the crowd. Jamie, dragged face down, struggled to grab their ankles. People backed away, taunting him, or even stomping their feet on the ground, trying to step on his hands. Some even kicked him in the face. The room was filled with madness, the tumultuous sound of laughter and shouting keeping me from regaining my composure. Jamie was being trampled by the crowd, drawing closer and closer to me. I tried to push past them, but everyone else was hell-bent on trampling on Jamie's hand, making it impossible to escape. Jamie finally made it to my doorstep. I quickly tried to dodge, but Jamie grabbed my ankle. His face, streaked with tears and blood, cried out, "Help! Please, help! Please! Please!"

I had to step on his hand like any other gentleman would. I had to shove his hand away or kick him mercilessly in the face. I had to spit into his tearful face and jeer. But I couldn't. I couldn't. I didn't dare.

I stood frozen like a statue, staring down at Jamie. The crowd, which had been raucously laughing, whistling, and cursing, gradually quieted. I was met with the same scene as when Jamie first entered the salon. The white-masked gentlemen stopped what they were doing and stared intently at me. Jamie, sobbing beneath my feet, clung desperately to my leg. The men dragging Jamie also stopped and turned their white-masked faces toward me. I needed to kick him now. I needed to crush Jamie's face more brutally than anyone else.I couldn't.

Someone broke the silence.

A cheerful, lively voice. It was Hugh's. Even though I knew it was Timothy, I couldn't help but think of Hugh, and a chill ran down my spine. A cheerful voice from beyond the crowd slowly parted the crowd. A gentleman wearing a white mask slowly squeezed through the crowd on either side. Even with the mask pulled down, I couldn't help but notice it was Timothy.

The crowd remained silent, forming a circle around me, Timothy, and Jamie. I gasped for breath under the pressure and looked at Timothy. As soon as his ankles were freed, Jamie crawled toward me, hugging his legs with both arms and sobbing. I was his only lifeline. Timothy tilted his head and looked straight at me.

<… … .>I lowered my head and looked down at Jamie. Could I get away with him? It was impossible.

I stared at Timothy in silence. I met his deep blue eyes behind the mask. We stared at each other.

Fingers reached into my mouth, where I was muttering weak words of resistance. My mouth was stretched wide as many fingers pushed open recklessly. Each finger, stirring and squirting inside my mouth, came from a different hand. They twisted my nose, pulled my hair, and even pushed their fingers into my ears. No matter how hard I tried to struggle, there were so many hands restraining me that I couldn't escape. There were so many that I couldn't even feel where and how they were touching me. They pulled at my nipples, pressed painfully with their nails, and even rubbed my breasts with my bra. My shirt and suit jacket were torn to shreds by countless hands. Hands that had initially groped my legs over my pants finally began to peel off my shoes, socks, and pants. No, not peeling, but rather tearing them apart. The hands yanked at my pants indiscriminately, then tore them to shreds and threw them away. The men in white masks burst into laughter at my naked lower body.

"So you don't want her to be treated like this?"One man asked, gagging me. I shook my head violently, my mouth open, drool dripping. The masks behind me laughed. Their laughter tickled my ears."Because of you, she's going to be gang-raped. All night long."Someone leaned in from behind. The man pressed against my back whispered. "He'll pay for your pointless talk. Do you understand? Because of you."

Jamie, dragged through the crowd, finally stopped in front of the roulette table. He was now so weak that he could only tremble and cry. The carpet was stained with Jamie's blood. The men ripped off his clothes and pulled his buttocks apart. I couldn't look. I didn't want to. My hair was grabbed, so I couldn't turn my head. When I closed my eyes, a gentle voice came into my ear. "If you don't open your eyes, I'll ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) tear your asshole open so you can never control your shit or piss."

The men turned their masked faces toward me. Their hands tore my bra. The genitals of the strangers violated my lower body. Over and over. When I tried to crawl away, they let me. They'd let me crawl a little, then grab my ankles and drag me back, raping me. The men played with me like a toy. They'd poke my backside relentlessly, then suddenly lose interest and let me run toward the wall. I'd hide behind the curtains, shivering, and they'd stand there, casually drinking and chatting. Then, like madmen, they'd rip the curtains open, drag me out, and gang-rape me around the room. They'd film the whole thing with their phones, laughing and chatting amongst themselves.

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