Humiliation（2）

Jane felt like she was going to vomit and didn't resist as she followed the man to the restroom.

As soon as they entered, she leaned over the toilet and vomited. She vomited until her throat was filled with blood vessels, the immediate consequences of drinking.

The man who had been waiting behind her pulled her hair and said, "Come here and take this rag off."

He reached for the tablecloth tied around her waist.

Jane's scalp was tight and sore. She tightly pursed her lips and glanced at the closed restroom door, hoping someone would suddenly kick it open and pull her out.

But no one came.

With one hand protecting her head, and the other preventing the man from pulling the tablecloth, the man became impatient and slapped her, "Damn it, you're a cheap woman who can betray even John. What are you pretending to be?"

"You're the one who brags about being a widow who doesn't keep to herself like in ancient times, isn't that right? Then show your sluttishness."

Jane's lips split open from the slap, and the bright red blood added a touch of tragic beauty.

She smiled faintly, her eyes coldly staring at the impatient man. She never thought she would end up like this, enduring the man's filthy language and being beaten by him.

And the reason he was so arrogant was because of John's contemptuous attitude towards her!

The man became more and more audacious. Just as he was about to tear off the tablecloth at her waist, she reached out and grabbed the ashtray on the sink with all her might, smashing it against the back of the man's head.

With a thud, the man fell to the ground.

She squatted down and observed the man's condition. Seeing signs of him struggling to wake up and still cursing with foul language, she forcefully slapped him twice. Afterwards, she washed her hands clean, cupped some water in her hands and took a few sips to soothe her sore throat.

She looked up and saw a disheveled woman with pale complexion in the mirror. She looked extremely distressed.

She composed herself and calmly straightened out her hair, tidied up her clothes, then quietly sat on the toilet.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door, Kevin's voice could be heard outside, "Gabriel Stone, why haven't you come out yet?"

So this man's name was Gabriel Stone.

She glanced coldly at the motionless man on the ground, biting her lips as a slight moan, which seemed like a mix of pain and pleasure, escaped her mouth. She impatiently walked over and kicked the door a few times.

"Are they that busy?" Kevin yelled loudly outside the door.

She rhythmically banged the door with her back a few times. Kevin shouted, "Damn, it's so intense. Be careful not to throw out your back."

Kevin stood outside the door for a while, listening to the woman's increasingly loud moans, with a sneering look on his face.

Then he turned around and headed back to the private room.

Most of the people had left the room, leaving only Alice Garcia John and Mark.

He pointed without reservation in the direction of the bathroom, "Gabriel Stone and that woman are busy at it. Tsk tsk, that voice, she really lives up to her reputation as a singer. Any man who hears it will go weak in the knees. I've never seen anyone as seductive as her."