Chapter 2 A day of plunder

The man's cold voice was filled with arrogance. Is he threatening her? What is the worst decision? This is not the first time she has been threatened as a paparazzi reporter. "What photo?" Marcia Mason asked innocently, deciding not to admit it. She picked up the photographic equipment in her hand and said, "I'm here to take pictures of the scenery." She must find a way to escape from here. These photos are exclusive, and she cannot let them go. His eyes were turning rapidly, and he saw the lake on the right and the barbed wire fence on the left. Marcia Mason backed away step by step, thinking about how high her chances of escaping would be if she turned around and ran away... "Hand it over!" The man lost his patience, suddenly pulled her hand forward, and reached out to her body with one hand. The heat in her fingertips made Marcia Mason nervous. Is he really planning to search for him? ! This man is crazy! Without thinking, she threw the memory card in her sweater pocket out of the barbed wire fence beside her. The man's eyes looked at the memory card on the path outside the barbed wire fence... Very good. This action completely angered him! At this time, I am not ready to hand over the secretly taken photos. A woman who doesn’t know whether to live or die. "What I hate most is not seeing the coffin without crying." Lucius Tate pushed her onto the barbed wire fence and followed her up. The masculine aura surrounded her strongly and held down the wire next to her head with one hand. One hand went directly under her V-neck sweater, and held the bulging softness. Tsk...this size is completely incomparable to Bronya Freeman. Lucius Tate sneered disdainfully. Marcia Mason's eyes widened in shock. What was this man... doing? ! What are his hands doing? ! "Pervert!" After reacting, Marcia Mason yelled, threw away the camera equipment and pushed him.  abnormal? This is just the beginning... Marcia Mason was only 1.65 meters tall and had a slender figure. She was like a weakling in front of him. Hitting him with her small fists felt like scratching an itch. Lucius Tate effortlessly restrained her moving body, took off the SLR camera hanging in the way of her neck, threw it away, lowered his face close to her frightened face, and sneered, "I feel wrong. I will teach you the price of voyeurism." It's like a voice coming from hell. "Hiss——" A Swiss Army knife was gently slashed from the base of her thigh, carving a bloody mark. The pain of her skin being cut made her wince. Lucius Tate pulled her with a big hand, and her floor-length white dress was suddenly pulled down to only cover her petite buttocks. The blood slid down the thin legs, leaving a thin trail of blood, sliding over the cold and trembling legs, making her look more slender and frail, with a different kind of seductive beauty. Lucius Tate admired her directly, with no concealed desire in his eyes, as if she had been affected by him. This man really dares to... Marcia Mason was petrified. She had no way to retreat with the barbed wire behind her. The man in front of her was like a devil. She was so scared that she panicked and begged for mercy, "Don't do this... I was wrong. I will bring the memory card back to you! I'll pick it up right away!" She doesn’t want any big exclusives anymore, she just wants to get out of here quickly. She doesn't have to sacrifice her innocence for a celebrity scandal. "It's too late." Lucius Tate said coldly, putting his palm into her sweater again and lifting it up... If you have to regret everything, then this world will be so beautiful. However, he is a person who doesn't like beauty. He prefers to tear apart all the beautiful things and destroy them for everyone to see, like her... The slender and weak body was twisting desperately, and the pure face looked so helpless to him, so clean that it was so beautiful. "Let me go! Let me go!" Realizing that something was wrong, Marcia Mason struggled desperately. Lucius Tate simply picked her up and pressed her against the barbed wire, lowered his head and bit her collarbone, and listened. Only when she screamed in pain did he let go of his teeth, licked her with his tongue, and kissed her... Tossing and turning bit by bit. His lips and tongue are indescribably fatal and seductive. Marcia Mason was held with her feet on the ground, her back pressed against the cold barbed wire, and she endured his domineering and devouring kiss. She turned her face away and tried to escape, "Get away! Get away! Get your dirty mouth away!" So disgusting. "Dirty?" Lucius Tate stared at her with dark eyes, almost bursting with anger. His slender body pressed hard against her, his chest pressed against hers tightly. With one hand, he easily grabbed her flailing hands and pressed them on the side of her head. With the other hand, he pinched her chin and kissed her lips. "Put... uh -" Marcia Mason opened her mouth to curse, but his soft tongue immediately took the opportunity to get in, attacking everything arbitrarily, blocking her from saying a word. The body felt inexplicably warm. This feeling made her uneasy, scared, and uncomfortable. Slowly, Lucius Tate began to kiss her neckline, burning her trembling skin, and one hand began to explore the softer parts of her body. She struggled hard to break free of his restraints, and as soon as her hands were freed, Marcia Mason beat him even harder and yelled excitedly, "Asshole! Let me go! I'll sue you for rape! You bastard...ah——" A heart-rending cry rushed out of her throat. The pain of being punctured spread throughout the body. Time seems to have stopped suddenly. Marcia Mason looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, he had already penetrated her. "Really a chick?" Lucius Tate couldn't ignore that obstacle, his eyes darkened slightly. He really met a chick today, and it felt... not bad. Holding her soft and dull face with his palms, Lucius Tate continued to possess her. "I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you..." Marcia Mason no longer resisted, her whole body slumped, and she let it be played with like a rag doll. All she could think about was This is the only thought left. Her innocence, which had not been touched by a man for twenty-two years, was gone, completely gone... She wants to accuse him of rape. She wants to sue him and go to jail.  Sue him? "Okay, I still have evidence here." Lucius Tate calmly withdrew from her body, rubbed her black shoulder-length hair as if lovingly, turned his head and looked away, and said coldly, "Come here .” As soon as Marcia Mason was let go by him, she was so weak that she almost fell down. She leaned on the barbed wire and barely managed to stand with a little strength. She can't fall down...absolutely not. You must never fall in front of this man. She still had to save the strength to sue him, she couldn't just fall down. "Here we come." Bronya Freeman, who was standing not far away, immediately ran over and handed the mobile phone in her hand to Lucius Tate, her naked body covered with his black suit. When her eyes fell on Marcia Mason, Bronya Freeman's pretty face showed deep jealousy and unwillingness. She had spent so much effort on getting the chance to dedicate herself to Lucius Tate. She was about to ask him to arrange a role for her in his next film, but this was a good time, but it was all ruined by this woman with noodles in clear soup. Bronya Freeman gave Marcia Mason angrily, and when she turned her eyes to Lucius Tate, her voice was soft and flattering, "President Lucius." , all photographed.” Marcia Mason remained stunned and unresponsive until Lucius Tate handed the phone to her. Marcia Mason's eyes suddenly widened. In the cell phone video, the man's back was turned to the camera, and his face was not photographed. And the girl with her legs exposed and being pressed against the barbed wire and being raped was someone other than herself... He took her by force and let Bronya Freeman film it? !