Chapter 25 Dawson, Come and Save Me Quickly
There were cheers and shouts all around.
Sharon’s eyes were filled with anticipation. “We used to sing this song every time we played together before. You said you would sing it with me for a lifetime. You won’t forget, right?”
Seeing Dawson remain silent, Sharon rushed towards Priscilla and said, “It’s just a song, Ms. Herrera wouldn’t disallow it, right?”
Priscilla slowly withdrew her hand from Dawson’s, “You guys can do whatever you want.” Dawson played with the lighter in his hand, looking at Priscilla with a faint expression. “Do you agree?”
Sharon’s face looked a bit unpleasant as she handed the microphone to Priscilla and said, “Forget
you guys sing instead.”
Dawson took the microphone from Priscilla’s hand
from Priscilla’s hand and said, I won’t sing.” Sharon’s eyes immediately lit up with joy, she knew that Dawson couldn’t possibly sing this song with someone else.
“I went to the bathroom for a moment.”
Priscilla stood up. she didn’t want to be a part of their play anymore.
Behind me, the sound of music rang out.
And Sharon’s sweet voice said, “I’ll wait for you under the camphor tree that sheltered us from the rain, and we’ll meet by chance at the corner of the sky bridge…”
The door closed behind her, cutting off the sounds from behind. The dim corridor seemed to push her into another space.
Lonely and depressed..
She quickened her pace, wanting to leave this place.
They left the world where they were in love.
Across the street, drunkard blocked the way and nearly collided with her. Priscilla stepped aside, and the drunkard looked up at her, instantly his eyes lit up “Beauty, how much? Accompany brother to play.”
Priscilla avoided his hand and said, “Go away.”
The man grabbed her firmly, “You’re quite proud, I like it.”
Priscilla struggled twice but couldn’t break free. She then pointed in the direction she came from and said, “In that private room are Barrett Dawson and his friends. I am their friend.” This person had already drunk heavily and arrogantly didn’t remember who he was anymore. “What is Barrett Dawson? I am his father!”
оп
back.
Priscilla saw that her name.
the registration list, so she ran was not Not far away, she watched as her hand touched the door.
her
The woman
the felt
her scalp as
man grabbed her hair. ? a sharp pain on
and save Priscilla endured the pain and forcefully banged on the door, “Dawson, save me, come
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The music in the private room was loud, and Sharon’s singing inside drowned out hers.
The man had already grabbed her hair and dragged her away, getting further and further away from the compartment door.
He pushed her into the opposite private room.
Just separated by two doors, there was a human tragedy on one side and a world of luxury and extravagance on the other.
Ignoring his own songs a few times, Dawson picked up a cigarette and went outside to get some fresh air.
As soon as the door closed, the music was cut off, and he could hear the noise from the opposite private room particularly loud.
He squinted his eyes and thought to himself, “The Golden Bird Club is becoming more and more out of line. Even people who play such twisted games can get in.”
He felt nauseous with every sound he
he took a step and left. every sound he heard, so Just as he turned around, the private room door was slightly opened by Priscilla. She even saw Dawson’s figure.
Just as he was about to shout, his mouth was covered by a large hand, and then Sharon ran over, blocking Dawson’s gaze towards this direction.
Bang! The door slammed shut once again, trapping all of Priscilla’s hopes inside. Dawson turned around again and asked, “What sound?”
seems like someone was doing that inside.” Sharon glanced and said, “It Seeing that the man was still not leaving, she went to pull him, “Hurry up, my headache is getting
worse.
The room was pitch black, and the man’s lewd laughter and foul stench of alcohol hit me in the face.
Priscilla lay there, completely exhausted, as if she were dead, after numerous struggles. The overwhelming despair had engulfed her like a swamp.
Dawson, this time, you won’t save me like you did when I was 18…
Watching the man suddenly walk back, Sharon didn’t grab him and could only follow him. other people’s business. what were you doing? Don’t
meddle in
“Daws, “It was not a trivial matter, I heard Priscilla calling me.”
“Priscilla had already left, so…”
Sharon had not finished speaking when
Bang-
the man’s foot kicked the door.
He kicked open the heavy door, and the light outside flooded in. At a glance, he saw the poor woman who was being pinned down.
Sharon subconsciously tried to look inside, but her view was blocked by the door he slamm
shut.
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The drunkard was an expert at playing with women, but he didn’t expect this skinny girl in from of him to be so difficult to deal with. After struggling for a while, he could only manage to take off her pants, and now he was extremely annoyed by being interrupted by someone. “Which bitch’s pants ripped and exposed such a bird thing like you, get the hell out of here…”
Rolling was not finished speaking when Dawson punched him in the face. The man fell down, spitting out two bloody teeth.
Dawson took the opportunity to help Priscilla up. Her hair was stuck to her face, her body trembling incessantly, her teeth tightly clenched, and she was making a giggling sound.
The man’s knuckles turned white as he clenched his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He took off his shirt and draped it over the woman, then lifted her and placed her on a nearby high table.
Priscilla’s wrists and ankles were both swollen and covered in red marks, with bruises scattered across her delicate skin, turning it a shade of purple.
Dawson’s chest burned, and his eyes turned red.
He held her and gently patted her, “I’m sorry, I came late.”
His big hand was warm, it was the power of redemption, as if pulling her up from the edge of the cliff. Priscilla wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she choked and tears fell even more fiercely.
“Watching here, I tidied him up.”
Priscilla clenched her clothes and looked at the man’s tense muscles under the dim light. She wanted to caution him to be careful, but could only open her mouth.
The man who was kicked at this moment got up and muttered, “You little pretty boy, are you this slut’s lover? Today, I will deal with you together, and then make you watch me play with her.”
Dawson’s eyes shot out a chilling coldness, as he took off his expensive watch from his wrist and clenched it between his fingers, punching the man’s face repeatedly.
Suddenly, the dial shattered, and blood and flesh splattered.
He grabbed the man’s hair, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and surprisingly lifted the 145–pound man up.
The man didn’t wait to react and crashed heavily into the wall.
With a loud bang, the man’s head was broken and blood flowed.
The man fell to the ground, then staggered and got up, grabbing a knifé
A ferocious killing intent appeared on his bloody and mangled face, he gritted his teeth and lunged at Dawson.
Dawson also heard the wind and instinctively wanted to avoid it.
Upon seeing the woman’s face filled with fear and worry, he hesitated for a moment. Puff, the blade pierced the skin and entered the muscle, blood slowly oozed out.
He swayed and almost fell.
“Dawson!” Priscilla shouted.
Dawson smiled at her slightly and reached behind his back pulling out the handle of a baita
out
a
The drunkard was an expert at playing with women, but he didn’t expect this skinny girl in from bf him to be so difficult to deal with. After struggling for a while, he could only manage to take off her pants, and now he was extremely annoyed by being interrupted by someone. “Which bitch’s pants ripped and exposed such a bird thing like you, get the hell out of here…”
Rolling was not finished speaking when Dawson punched him in the face. The man fell down, spitting out two bloody teeth.
Dawson took the opportunity to help Priscilla up. Her hair was stuck to her face, her body trembling incessantly, her teeth tightly clenched, and she was making a giggling sound.
The man’s knuckles turned white as he clenched his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand. bulged. He took off his shirt and draped it over the woman, then lifted her and placed her on a nearby high table.
Priscilla’s wrists and ankles were both swollen and covered in red marks, with bruises scattered across her delicate skin, turning it a shade of purple.
Dawson’s chest burned, and his eyes turned red.
He held her and gently patted her, I’m sorry, I came late.”
His big hand was warm, it was the power of redemption, as if pulling her up from the edge of the cliff. Priscilla wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she choked and tears fell even more fiercely.
“Watching here, I tidied him up.”
Priscilla clenched her clothes and looked at the man’s tense muscles under the dim light. She wanted to caution him to be careful, but could only open her mouth.
The man who was kicked at this moment got up and muttered, “You little pretty boy, are you this slut’s lover? Today, I will deal with you together, and then make you watch me play with her.”
Dawson’s eyes
shot out a chilling coldness, as he took off his expensive watch from his wrist and clenched it between his fingers, punching the man’s face repeatedly.
Suddenly, the dial shattered, and blood and flesh splattered.
He grabbed the man’s hair, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and surprisingly lifted the 145–pound man up.
The man didn’t wait to react and crashed heavily into the wall.
With a loud bang, the man’s head was broken and blood flowed.
The
man fell
to
the ground, then staggered and got up, grabbing a knife:
A ferocious killing intent appeared on his bloody and mangled face, he gritted his teeth and lunged at Dawson.
Dawson also heard the wind and instinctively wanted to avoid it.
Upon seeing the woman’s face filled with fear and worry, he hesitated for a moment. Puff, the blade pierced the skin and entered the muscle, blood slowly oozed out. He swayed and almost fell.
Dawson!” Priscilla shouted.
Dawson smiled at her slightly and reached behind his back, pulling out the handle of a knife.
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Chapter 25 Dawson, Come and Save Me
Part, blood gushed out.
“Dawson!”
on the ΠΑΠ.
Priscilla shouted again, she didn’t know where she got the strength from, jumped off the table, picked up the nearby clothes hanger, and slammed it heavily on The man was already weak and feeble, and now he lay there motionless.
Priscilla didn’t care whether he was dead or not. She reached out and supported Dawson, extending her hand to help him apply pressure to the acupoints to stop the bleeding. Dawson weakly leaned. on her shoulder, “You used to be able to do this.”
“Don’t speak, conserve your energy.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, “Look down ΟΠ me? I still I still
slept with you. here did this nonsense come from? He doesn’t resemble the Griffith family’s young master she knew anymore, but rather like Dawson who gave her cilantro when she was 18..