Chapter 38: Soul-Stripping And Spirit Devouring

Anya stepped aside. Stefan moved forward, his face unreadable, fixing his gaze on Keaton. Keaton looked him up and down and let out a mocking laugh. "You bitch, sending a snot-nosed kid to interrogate me? You're really underestimating me, aren't you? So, what's the plan? Have him kneel and beg? If that's it, well, for that pretty face and tight little ass, I might spill a few secrets. But he's gotta make me feel good first. Hehe! Ah!" Locked up for over half a year without touching a woman, his...