Chapter 379 That the Young Duchess of Escalante shown here—that “my wife”—is really you. The stupid refrain kept looping in his head. Truly, that this is you… Arms. Legs. Chest. Injuries in which a clear purpose—to neutralize resistance—was mixed with some perverse purpose. A spectacle no better than murder… 「The Crown Prince’s grand design of rape was, in the end,...
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