Chapter 1347

Chapter 1347:

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The man assumed that high-class club girls like Nicole were experts at these games, much more tempting than the ordinary women he was used to. This kind of provocation was a hundred times more exciting than simply stripping.

His dirty hands tried to touch Nicole. Nicole bit her lip to hide her disgust and grabbed her hand, bringing it to her chest.

She knew she had only one chance. If the man survived, he would alert the guards outside. Those guards were armed with real guns, and she couldn't get close to them before being riddled with bullets.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole called the man “kind sir” in a shaky voice, arousing him even more.

Nicole's techniques were incredibly effective. Without letting the man touch her most sensitive areas, she had him more excited than ever.

The man silently commented that women who seemed serious on the outside could be wild in private.

Nicole knew she had to let the man touch her or he would get impatient and lose interest.

Bearing her disgust, Nicole placed her large hand on her breast, with only her thin bra in the way. The softness of her skin made her heart pound.

The man grew increasingly impatient, moving closer in an attempt to kiss Nicole, tearing her clothes.

Nicole intended to cooperate, moving closer and offering her lips to him.

Just as the man was about to kill her, Nicole attacked.

Without hesitation, Nicole stabbed him in the carotid artery with the fruit fork.

The man's eyes shot open and he opened his mouth to scream.

But it was too late. Nicole had quickly covered her mouth with her hand, muffling any sound she might try to make.

With a firm push, Nicole stabbed the fruit fork into his neck until it was completely buried, causing blood to splatter and completely covering her hand.

The man's last look was one of pure disbelief. He couldn't understand how a woman as delicate as Nicole had the strength to end her life.

Having trafficked countless girls over the years, the man had never imagined meeting his end at the hands of one of them. It was a kind of dark humor, a darkly ironic twist of fate.

Seeing that the man had stopped breathing, Nicole gently lowered him onto the bed before pulling out her only weapon, the fruit fork.

Blood splattered everywhere, soaking the wooden walls of the small cabin.

Nicole's clothes were also soaked with blood. At the moment, she paid no attention to the dirty bucket of water. Instead, she used it to clean both her body and the fork until neither of them bore any trace of blood.

This humble fruit fork was invaluable. It could save his life and serve as his only ally and beacon of hope.

After getting ready, Nicole got dressed again and stood by the window of the cabin. To her surprise, she saw a guard heading towards her.

Apparently, the silence emanating from the cabin had aroused the guard's curiosity, prompting him to check out the situation.

Nicole quickly began to violently shake the bed and produced artificial moans to accompany the act.

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