A wave of inexplicable terror welled up from the depths of his heart. Milo Monahan immediately tried to call for help, only to discover to his horror that he couldn't make a sound!
UGH...
The needle plunged ruthlessly into his buttocks, and a sharp spike of agony made Milo roar internally.
AHH!
But the only sound that escaped his lips was a feeble, "Ugh, ugh, ugh."
Pinned down by Iris Dalton, Milo couldn't break free no matter how much he thrashed and twisted. Gradually, the strength drained from his entire body. He turned his head in horror. Seeing the young girl's sweet, smiling face, every last trace of his lustful fantasies vanished.
He felt as if he were looking at a Demon!
After injecting a massive syringe full of tranquilizer, Iris put the needle away. She cracked her knuckles—CRACK, CRACK—and began to massage Milo.
Milo was speechless. He regretted everything. Could he opt out of this massage? He begged the Demon to spare him!
