39. I DARE TO DO ANYTHING

The silver fork and exquisite tableware fell on the ground, and the sound of plates breaking was particularly clear in the dark.

Thera picked up a knife and her expression suddenly changed from a smile to a serious one. She held the knife against his private part and said, "How about cutting it off?"

It was unexpected that Cyril was so naive that she cheated him into tying his hands. "Cut off this bad thing and see how you can womanize in the future!"

Cyril realized that this was no longer flirting and understood that he was being played.

Thera proudly plucked her hair and said, "Do you think I will be so stupid and obedient to you? You gave me a lesson today to teach me how to kiss. I also gave you a lesson too."

Cyril still tried to keep calm: "What class?" "How to punish Playboy." Thera took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened his hands on the chair. The handcuffs were also found in the restroom. It is estimated that the man bought the sex tools. Because in addition to handcuffs, she also found some sex toys such as leather whip and candles.

"Don't bother," Thera smiled calmly. "You can't get rid of it." "You are playing with fire." When he saw her taking out the handcuffs, he knew he could not escape.

"Don't challenge my bottom line!"

"Really?" Thera patted his private part with the cold back of knife. "When I cut it off, you will tell me what is real playing with fire?"

Cyril glared at her, just like an eagle flying in the sky staring at its prey. It was clear that he was bound, but he did not show any fear. "Do you have the courage to try?"

Thwack.

Thera slapped him in the face. He endured the pain and did not speak.

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

Cyril was so angry that his whole body trembled. The damn girl was really addicted to slapping him. Thera twisted her hand joint, and it really hurted.

She looked around and saw a stick, which was about the size of her thumb.

"My hand hurts. Do you mind if I hit you with a stick?" Cyril didn't expect her to be so crazy: "How dare you!" "Do you think I dare not?"

Whistle.

With the wind moaning, she hit him hard with a stick. He beat her with a whip before, but now it's her turn to revenge.

Whistle.

She hit him hard with the stick again.

He took possession of her body, and she had to revenge.

Again!

He imprisoned her on the island, humiliated her and embarrassed her.

Again, Again and Again!

She hit him nine times. Cyril's shirt broke and the broken shirt was dyed red with blood. Thera never hesitated when she hit him! Cyril had been extremely angry. She was really brave!

Thera used her last bit of strength and hit him with the stick for the last time. She was tired and threw away the stick. It was time to talk to him. "You should know now that I dare to do anything as long as you annoy me"

Cyril gave a sneer and said, "You are really vicious." Thera picked up the fruit knife again: "Let me go! Tell the crew to drive the yacht back to the city! Do as I told you, or you will become a eunuch."

She put the knife on his private part again.