THE DEBT OF LIVE PAID WITH LIFE

Florence away and avoided Harry's gaze. She bit his lip to keep his mouth from moaning. Florence couldn't get herself out of Harry's grasp. Harry's strength was far greater than her.

Crying will not be able to melt Harry's heart. Even her tears will make Harry happy. The more miserable and weak she felt, the more satisfied Harry would be because that was what he wanted.

Harry smiled sinisterly as Florence's core had gotten wet. His hand moved away from it and uncovered Florence's dress. With her last resort, Florence tried to rebel and kicked her leg. It made Harry's grip on his wrist tighten.

Harry's feet held Florence's legs so she couldn't struggle anymore. Harry's hand, which had stopped for a moment, moved again to part Florence's dress and made it a lump of cloth that had gathered on her flat stomach. Harry quickly pulled his pants down.