So after a few heavy blows with something hard, even that thick, complicated door started shaking, and everyone curiously craned their necks to look inside.
…
Inside the private room, the stench of blood.
You little bitch. The man's teeth itched with rage as he stared at his own neck, bleeding nonstop, his whole vibe turning terrifying and violent.
"You little bitch, you're already like this and you still fucking fight back, you got a death wish or what? Just wait here nice and quiet for Daddy to spoil you, maybe Daddy will go a little easy on you… and you actually fucking dared to use a beer bottle on me!!"
"Brothers, get her!"
They didn't give a damn that someone outside was pounding on the door.
Their dicks had gone straight to their brains, and once they got enraged, all they wanted was to destroy everything out of fear.
