I freeze. I can't do it.

Seething with rage, I take the frying pan out from Raquel's unsteady hands and charge Ahab's attacker, knocking her upside the head, and…

Well, that's what I'd like to say, but in reality, the sight of my crush being sexually victimized makes my stomach churn— I'm paralyzed with anxiety and fear. Instead of heroically diving in to stop this 'Lexa' and rescue him, I find myself holding up Natalie, who'd collapsed as soon as we peered into the door.

My knees shaking, and my heart pounding like a motorcycle's engine, I cower, terrified that evil woman might actually **** Ahab to penetrate. Lexa keeps her hand pressed over his mouth, muffling her victim's **** screams as she grinds her womanhood across his throbbing sex.

Ahab writhes and thrashes, but is utterly helpless to resist the larger redhead's **** with his arms bound; she grabs the terrified man's cock, and—roaring with sadistic laughter—guides it inside of herself.

"Hahaha! Ooh~ nice~ I almost forgot what dick feels like— inside me, at least."

"Mmmph!! Mmph!!! Mmmph!!!" My gorgeous crush starts his frenzied shouts for freedom anew, now that he's been violated completely. Lexa holds him down and thrusts her hips violently into him as he tries to escape.

At the sounds of his struggles, my thighs tense, my body finally able to move again. I'm a half second away from diving in and destroying Lexa, when somebody deeper in the bedroom rounds the corner.

A Japanese woman, draped in layer upon layer of satin—with wet makeup running down her eyes—drops her jaw. She gapes at the crime scene before her and screams with indignation and shock, "Lexa!? What the actual fuck!!"

"Uhh… hi, Karen?"

"Don't you 'Hi Karen' me!— Who is that guy??"

"Wwhat guy?"

"The one you're ****!"

"Oh, uhh, I think he's the stripper…?"

"I didn't order a stripper! I spent like, half my budget on a fancy hotel room!" Karen fumes in silence for an intense few seconds, then, with a **** used by people who have a right to be angry, she picks up the nightstand's phone. "You've pulled this kind of crap before, Lexa— I'm going to call the cops."

The redhead gasps, eyes wide. She releases Ahab from her grasp at last, letting him collapse in a wheezing heap as she stomps toward the bride-to-be in a bluffed challenge.

"You wouldn't dare."

With steel in her eyes, Karen says, "Try me."

Okay. I can't imagine what could be taking them this long. It was such a simple request: Deliver five suitcases to the VIP's suite. I'm almost shocked they didn't get here before I did, but instead, I've been waiting nearly half an hour.

All things considered… it's pretty likely Ahab slowed them down, misread the room number or something, so here I am, searching the halls for my old friend's klutzy ass.

Wait justa damn second— is the door to room number 371 caved in?! It looks like a gorilla smashed it, and every parcel of VIP luggage is just sitting in front of it…

Uhh… is this a 'smile placidly and pass on by' situation or a 'criminal charge for not getting involved' kind of deal? Because it looks like a crime scene.

Well, I'm going in.

Even if it is horrifying.