A luxurious European castles in the suburbs.
A young woman is sleeping quietly on the Simmons bed in a bedroom.
Only with a thin shirt, she is almost unable to conceal her perfect figure, which makes others cannot help touching her skin.
Andrea Anderson opened her eyes slowly and woke up with murmur.
What she saw were the complicatedly decorated ceilings and an unfamiliar luxury room.
"Where am I?" She thought.
She struggled in disbelief and found that her wrist was handcuffed to the head of the bed and made a ringing sound in this quiet surrounding when raising her hands.
Andrea Anderson was trying to free herself from the silvery handcuffs, but she blushed with shame suddenly because she realized that she was almost naked.
Who the hell tied her to the bed in such a shameful way?!
She jerked at the handcuffs and shouted, "Help, help, let me go!"
"Bitch, who else do you want to see your body right now?"
The temperature seems to drop several degrees because of the cold-mocking of the man.
Andrea Anderson was shocked to found that there was someone else in this room!
She promptly looked around and saw a man gently sitting on the dark-black leather sofa.
He had chiseled facial features and perfectly slender body, just like a painting on the wall.
Who was him?
He seemed...a little familiar to her.
But Andrea Anderson was very sure she didn't know the man in front of her.
"Is that you who handcuffed me here? What do you want from me?"
"My purpose...you should be very clear."
Andrea Anderson had no idea what the man was talking about. When she was confused, she looked up and saw the man had come to her.
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