Chapter IX: Distress

The air in the box was a little hazy and unpleasant.

Qiao An'an fumbled for a while before pressing the light on the wall, and in an instant the dim light lit up the room, and some of the messy interior decoration style seemed incompatible with the opulent scene of the hotel lobby.

"This ...... Is it because I haven't been back for a few years, and the direction of the domestic trend has changed? Qiao An'an took two steps forward, but felt a sticky slip under her feet.

looked down and took a closer look, but found that the pool of red viscous liquid turned out to be blood.

Qiao An'an exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly took two steps back, the silver high heels were dazzling and sticky, and the whole private room was also extraordinarily eerie.

She hurriedly wanted to watch the door out, but there was a noise outside the door.

I saw a sturdy bald head coming in from outside the door, holding a toothpick in his mouth, looking around the room with a fierce look, and finally looked at Qiao An'an, "Heh, the goods delivered today are good, little girl, be obedient, I will let you suffer less." ”

"No, it's not! There must be some misunderstanding here," Qiao An'an was frightened and hurriedly took two steps back, but there was nothing in the room that could allow her to defend herself, "I agreed with Mr. Gu to talk about things!" ”

The bald man sneered, took out a whip from the cabinet behind the door, and slammed it on the ground, "This excuse is not very good, yesterday the girl said that it was Mr. Gu's mistress, and the flesh and blood were blurred from the beating." ”

The dark room of the Rosewood Hotel is specially used to punish some disobedient girls, after all, such a big hotel, naturally some of them have to get involved in the gray industry, and the girls sent are all in the casino and lose money voluntarily, and when the guests with special habits have vented enough, they can leave.

As for whether or not there is a life to live, it depends on creation.

"I warn you not to come any closer!" Qiao An'an endured her fear, her legs were almost weak and she was about to fall to the ground, and she just wanted to run sideways to the door, but the bald head behind her whipped her and hit her on the back.

The already thin white gauze dress suddenly exploded, revealing the snow-white skin behind her, and she almost fainted in pain.

The bald man laughed twice, obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing, and walked over briskly, "I told you to be obedient, otherwise you will suffer...... Yes! ”

As soon as the man squatted down, before her hand touched Qiao An'an, she raised her hand violently, smashed the heel of her high heel on the bald head, and hurriedly opened the door and ran out while he was in pain.

The location of this dark room is remote, and when the attendant who passed by saw that she was wearing only one shoe, and the white gauze skirt was covered with blood, he couldn't help frowning, and instantly understood that it was the girl who sent her to the dark room who ran out, and immediately ordered someone to hold her down, no matter how she cried and struggled, she didn't let go.

"Stinky girls dare to fight back, I have to torture you to death today!" The bald head wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his forehead, and the whole person was furious, and slapped Qiao An'an in the face with a hand.

She was suddenly dizzy, and the world was spinning and she almost fainted.

But if she faints now, she may never be able to open her eyes again.

There seemed to be a familiar figure passing by in the distance, Qiao An'an was pinched by the arm, dragged into the private room by the bald head, and the guests around him looked indifferent, and no one was nosy.

The instinct to survive brought back a hint of her sobriety, and the man in the distance turned his back to her, apparently not seeing the scene.

The size of the man...... It's familiar!

"Hengheng Dad! Save me! Joan Ann cried hoarsely.