When the doctor came out, Marcellus quickly approached.
"How is she? What's her condition?"
The doctor shook his head. "She's been severely mentally traumatized and is currently disoriented. The injuries on her body aren't fatal, but the damage to her lower body is quite severe, and—she's pregnant."
Marcellus took a deep breath, realizing that it was nothing short of a miracle that Ivy was still alive.
Having endured countless hardships, summoning the last of her strength to seek his help was the utmost limit of this fragile woman. The occurrence of being violated and impregnated by force was, in truth, something she could not be blamed for.
He nodded, signaling his understanding, then gently pushed open the door. Inside, he saw Ivy huddled in the corner of the bed, her disheveled hair falling over her face. Upon seeing someone enter, she let out a sharp scream, trembling uncontrollably.
He was not a man known for his gentleness, and his marriage to Ivy had always been a product of a family alliance.
However, he felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart over how Ivy had ended up like this.
"Don't be afraid, it's me. Ivy, you're safe now. No one will harm you anymore."
"No—no! Please, don't! Arabella, Arabella! Ah—Arabella killed them. Arabella, Arabella!" Ivy, having endured torment and abuse on her journey, was on the brink of mental collapse. Yet in her subconscious, the hatred for those she despised remained vivid, their names swirling in her mind, endlessly muttered under her breath.
Seeing how agitated Ivy became at his approach, Marcellus sighed and quietly stepped out of the room.
A moment later, Marcellus's phone rang with an unknown caller.
He hesitated for a moment but answered the call.
"Well. Did General Ackerley receive the gift I sent?" A distorted voice echoed through the receiver.
Marcellus knew the "gift" referred to Ivy and couldn't help but coldly ask, "What, even Arabella's dogs are disobedient?"
The other side, clearly unfazed, snorted and said, "Do, General Ackerley, you not want to get rid of Arabella?"
Marcellus fell silent, realizing that the caller must have some ability, to be able to rescue people from Arabella.
And they had clearly come prepared.
"What do you want?"
"I know you have an army and weapons, but Arabella is too far away, and you can't reach her. If you have my help, we can work together and bring her down."
Marcellus remained silent; it was clear the caller was someone close to Arabella.
What he didn't know was how deep this ghost's involvement ran or what their purpose was.
After a moment of contemplation, Marcellus chose to refuse.
"You coward who doesn't dare show your face, I disdain to cooperate with you. As for Arabella, I'll deal with her in my own way."
After saying that, Marcellus immediately hung up, not intending to ally himself with such a dangerous individual.
The other side did not call again, whether they had given up or were looking for another way was unclear.
Albatross felt that Arabella was particularly passionate today.
His legs were long and straight, and his manhood was thick and robust. His eyes gleamed with an astonishing brightness.
He placed both hands on either side of Arabella's head, lowering his face to deliver a soft, lingering kiss. His breath fanned gently across her cheek as his gaze locked onto hers, intense and unwavering.
Arabella remained still, enjoying the pleasure that Albatross brought her.
She wrapped her arms around Albatross, running her fingers through his soft hair, returning his kiss with eagerness.
She never hid her shame, her tongue chasing his as their breaths became heavier.
"Albatross, your eyes are truly beautiful."
Hearing Arabella's compliment, Albatross narrowed his eyes, lowering his head to bite her finger, laughing with pleasure. "Master Unknown, I'm beautiful all over. Just look—"
After saying this, he twisted his hips, his genitals were erect, with a proud and commanding presence.
Arabella heard him boasting so much that she also grinned and grabbed Albatross's rod by her hand. She then scrutinized him with a tilted head and commented, "It is quite beautiful and functional."
Feeling that Albatross was pressing Arabella down, the position was one of complete dominance.
He reached out and pulled Arabella's pants down, revealing her exceptionally smooth and fair legs.
His eyes darted around her, and there was a moment of silence as she lay there, almost naked and disheveled, with her legs spread wide, looking like she was at the mercy of her captors.
She had a more alluring expression than the usual woman's shy demeanor.
Her gaze was calm, her smile had a hint of laziness, her pose was uninhibited, yet she was remarkably composed.
She lay naked, allowing Albatross to take in the breathtaking view of her private parts.
Whether it's voyeurism or appreciation, she didn't care.
Albatross's attack was fierce, he had Arabella face down on the bed and then began to massage her protruding bottom with his hands.
Smooth and elastic.
He was aroused by Arabella and his fingers slid into her moistening vagina, and then plunging in deep, skillfully twisting and turning, causing Arabella to moan softly.
"Mmm - it feels good."
Arabella revealed her desires bluntly. She swayed her hips and turned around to give Albatross a charming smile, with a hint of a hook in it.
Hearing this, Albatross grabbed Arabella's hand and held it to her genitals, panting and asking, "Come and lick it."
Arabella raised her eyebrows and turned her body very decisively.
Kneeling down and lying face down on Albatross's crotch, Arabella extended her tongue and wrapped it around the topmost tip of the glans, the sheen and luster of the moisture that had accumulated there becoming increasingly pronounced as she drew it into her mouth.
The genitals were swollen with blood, turning red and purple with excitement, and were thrust deep into Arabella's mouth.
Arabella licked it up with relish, feeling no sense of shame or reluctance.
In her eyes, a man's penis did not change in any way because of his physical appearance.
No matter how handsome a man looks, if his manhood didn't work, he's just a piece of trash.
Albatross felt Arabella's tongue was incredibly warm and moist, which burning him so badly.
Her movements were not grand, but the shock of her moist tongue sent a shiver down his spine, leaving his scalp tingling.
It is beyond description.
If this continues, he would lose control.
Albatross hurriedly exit from Arabella's mouth.
Arabella lifted her eyelids, smiling with titillating: "What? Can't you keep on?"
This woman truly is a thrilling mix of love and hate.
Albatross forced apart Arabella's legs with his hands, ambiguous rubbed his penis on the mouth of her vagina, the skin color of the mouth was very light, like Arabella's skin.
Albatross took a deep breath, lift Arabella's legs up, and the time he thrusted into her vagina, he long spit out a breath.
His hand did not stop. His thumb rubbed Arabella nifty red clitoris. He could feel the next second her vagina became deadly tight, clamping his whole body a shock, and his hands a tremor.
"Is this deep enough? Is it comfortable?" Albatross knew that Arabella was usually quite open-minded in bed, so he was bold and uninhibited in his behavior
As expected, Arabella nodded in full cooperation, giving a small wink to show her satisfaction.
She also didn't hold back her voice, with a rhythmic and slightly nasal pants, which was different from Arabella's usual imagine under the bed.
Hearing this, he pressed them even closer together, lowered his head, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on the upward-pointing tip with his tongue, slightly parted his teeth, and indulged in a lingering bite that was both pleasantly ticklish and difficult to describe.
"It feels so good! Just bite gently with your teeth."
Arabella's breathing also became hot and heavy, and her body tightly wrapped around her own sexual organ, becoming increasingly supple.
"So, does that feel better?"
Albatross found the sensitive points in Arabella's body and continued to thrust and poke.
"Ah--!" she let out a pant, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
Utterly satisfying, truly refreshing.
She gently traced his brows and eyes with her fingers.
They were beautiful eyes, but unfortunately, they were not alike.
"Call my name, call me."
Noticing the brief moment of dazedness in Arabella's expression, Albatross suppressed the unease in his heart, determined to receive confirmation.
"Albatross."
Arabella's response was straightforward, her eyes and brows framed by a smile, yet all her thoughts and emotions were cast far into the past
—a past she could never revisit in her lifetime.
