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filled her. It was hot and it burned. He slowly pulled out. His cum dripped out of her battered pussy

and down her trembling thighs.

He rolled her over and put his hand on her head. Darkness filled her vision, and she knew no

more.

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CHASE’ S BLOOD BOILED . HE LET OUT A GROWL, HOLSTERED HIS WEAPON , AND HURLED HIMSELF ONTO

the bed, pushing the man off the girl as she screamed. The man fought back, but Chase was taller and

stronger. He pulled the man to the ground, kneeled over him, and punched him in the face over and

over again with all his might. He didn’t think, didn’t feel anything but the rage inside of him.

The man’s face was red and quickly turned into a messy pulp of blood and spit. Still, Chase

pummeled him. All his anger, his rage at what had been done to Sabrina poured out of his fists and

into the man’s cracking skull.

Someone called his name behind him but he didn’t stop his merciless attack. He heard his name

again and stopped with his arm pulled back, ready to take another swing. His chest heaved and he

stared into the bloody mess of a face. The man beneath him didn’t move.

“Chase! Stop. You’ll kill him.”

Chase blinked and looked over his shoulder at the terrified naked girl in the middle of the bed,

staring at him with wide eyes. She pulled at the blanket beneath her and Sydney hurried over and

helped her cover herself.

He looked back at the man beneath him and shifted sideways to land heavily on his hip. He ran his

hand over his face and pressed his fingers into his temples as his head started pounding.

Voices came from the hallway, followed by gunshots and cries of pain. A shadow appeared in the

doorway and Chase drew his gun and aimed.

Dale stepped forward, hands up, staring at Chase. “It’s clear.”

Chase lowered his weapon and hauled himself to his feet. Dale leaned over and peered at the

bloodied man on the floor. “Is he still alive?”

Chase turned to look at the limp body on the floor. He placed a booted foot on his forearm and

stepped forward, his entire weight on the man’s arm. A strangled scream came from somewhere in the

battered face. Chase twisted his ankle and heard a satisfying snap. “Yeah, he’s still alive.” He looked

at Sydney and nodded toward the girl who clung to her.

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