Thanks to our supernatural speed, Philip and I cover the two kilometers separating us from Twelfth Avenue in just a few minutes — the place where, according to the information we'd received, Melania was supposed to be.
Even so, it's obvious that while I was running almost at my limit, he wasn't anywhere close to his top speed.
I'm not surprised, considering he managed to wound someone like Kimberly and force her to retreat.
And when we finally reach the pier...
I... no... I can't believe it... What the fuck is happening?!
Fuck... I can't keep my eyes on that scene for more than a few seconds. It's so sickening I feel like throwing up just thinking about it.
Melania is bent forward, her back arched as her hands press against the wall.
Her shorts and panties hang around her knees. Her T-shirt has been tossed onto the ground at her feet, and her bra has been shoved all the way up to her chin, leaving her huge, overdeveloped breasts completely exposed.
