Cramped basement.

The cold wind blew, and the smell of blood was strong.

The motherland didn't care about stepping on the dirty blood of Huey and Marven at his feet, and quickly walked in front of his lover Béja and his child Ryan.

"It's over......"

"Uh-huh, take us out of here......"

Béjart's hair was scattered, hiding the pale of her pretty face, and after an afternoon of captivity, her back clothes were soaked with sweat.

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