Now.

In a small dark room, Daisy is blindfolded, her hands locked to a strangely shaped chair, unable to move, and even more terrified.

She'd been taken in overnight and was now sore, and the two bastards hadn't come to ask her questions or explain why she was being arrested.

Daisy is not stupid.

In addition to liking to date girls, she usually has no other possibility of resentment with people.

Even if you inadvertently green others, it is unlikely that you will provoke a big person who can take you away directly from the police station.

So, the problem should be with the diary document I investigated.

She's in big trouble!

"Dean, Lawrence, you bastards, if you don't come to save the old lady, the old lady will be finished today!"

Daisy's legs twisted.

Compared to psychological panic.

Physically, she was even more uncomfortable.

I really want to uh-huh!

I want to pee!!

I really want to eat!!

Ahhh

Just when Daisy was about to go crazy.

There was a slight sound of the door opening.

Da Da Da ~ The sound of high-heeled shoes trampling appeared in her ears.

Daisy's heart was overjoyed.

Dead or alive, someone is finally here!

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