Chapter 133

The man plopped down in the chair and lit a cigarette, his eyes fixed dead on Ava in the corner. That stare was downright chilling—like a wild wolf locking in on prey it couldn't wait to sink its teeth into. "Please... I'm begging you, let me go. I'll do anything you want, just let me go..." Ava pleaded over and over, voice cracking. He got up and started walking toward her with a twisted grin. "College girls these days... not bad at all," he chuckled darkly. Without warning, he grabbed Ava's wrist and yanked her closer. "Let me go! Don't touch me!" she screamed, fear kicking in. The man, now fully riled up, ripped off her elegant dress with one forceful pull. Ava's heart shattered. That was a rented outfit! Even if it was from Dynlor Studio's three-year-old collection, it still cost a fortune—and she hadn't even returned it yet. But now wasn't the time to cry over a dress. What she really didn't want was for this disgusting man to lay even a finger on her. If that happened... how coul