Chapter 287 You're So Lewd
In the bathroom, Mary turned on the shower but didn't get in.
She checked her pockets—empty.
She scanned the bathroom for anything that could be a weapon. Nothing.
She sighed, "Am I really stuck this time?"
Ten minutes later, Peter was losing patience. He yelled, "Mary, are you done? Don't try anything funny, or else..."
Before he could finish, the bathroom door opened.
Steam poured out, and Mary stepped out, wrapped in a bathrobe, her wet hair glistening. Despite the robe, she looked stunning, making Peter's blood boil.
Peter stood up and walked toward her. "Did you put on the clothes in the bathroom?"
Mary nodded. "Yeah, Mr. James left them for me, so I put them on."
Peter laughed. "Why didn't you behave like this earlier?"
Mary's eyes flickered. "Are we going to use those things later?" She glanced at the tools on the wall.
Peter's breathing quickened. "Of course!" He moved closer to her.
Mary suddenly asked, "Can I choose?"
Her face reddened. "Since it's for me, I want to pick."
"You little minx! Didn't know you had this side." Peter was surprised but excited.
"Sure, go ahead!" he agreed.
Mary walked to the wall, sweating. If no one came to save her, Peter might really torture her.
She looked around but found nothing useful as a weapon. Anxiety flashed in her eyes. 'What now?' she thought.
"Have you chosen?" Peter's voice was close behind her, his breath disgusting. Mary almost slapped him.
She held back and pointed to a whip. "This one."
Peter laughed and took it down. "Didn't expect you to like this. You must be wild in bed. Now take off your clothes!"
Mary took a deep breath and reached out. "Can I touch it? It shouldn't hurt, right?"
Peter, off guard, was thinking about playing with her. "It hurts but won't leave marks..."
Before he could finish, Mary snatched the whip and lashed at him!
"Bitch, how dare you hit me!"
Peter was stunned, dodging but still getting hit. Pain turned his excitement into anger. He lunged at Mary!
Mary gripped the whip tightly. "Mr. James, isn't this how it's used?"
"Give me the whip!"
Peter advanced, hand outstretched.
Mary's hands trembled, but she didn't give it up. Instead, she lashed at him again!
