Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"Wilson, fight back!" In the iron cage under the stage, one person and five wolves kept circling around inside the cage, and tpassed by, Wilson's body had been scratched by wolf claws in different degrees, he did not dare to fight back, and every tthe wolf pounced on him, he dodged as much as possible.

Apparently those wolves had been enraged by Wilson's actions and barked loudly at him, and soon five wolves surrounded Wilson in a group and kept making noises.

Rosemary on the stage has been sobbing, the pain in her heart no longer know what words to express, she now only hope that the three hours can be reached immediately.

Spike sat on the position, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at the scene inside the cage with a look of interest, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Spike, you need to tell them to stop!" All the wolves in the iron cage peaked up and pinned Wilson's to the ground, only hearing a hissing sound, Rosemary saw a piece of flesh on Wilson's arm being ripped off by the wolves alive.

"Ah..." "Wilson, fight back! You'll get bitten to death if you keep this up!" "Rosemary, | told you | would protect you, don't worry about me!" Wilson dodged the pack's attack while shouting to a distraught Rosemary.

"We agreed to be together forever, even if you are doing it for me, how about you return the hand?" Blood spilled in the cage, Wilson all over his body is blood, the pain in his heart has far exceeded the pain in his body, he now has only one thought, that is, must not let Rosemary be hurt.

"Even if you shout your throat out, he won't fight back, you'd better save your breath!" He was sure that Wilson would not fight back before he put him in there, otherwise with his reach, how could the five wolves hurt him in the slightest! "You just did it on purpose, you knew Wilson wouldn't fight back, and you pretended to be a good guy, you hypocrite!" Rosemary's eyes were full of anger at Spike, hating herself at the moment for being incompetent and unable to do anything but drag others down.

Oh a smile! That's right, he did it on purpose! For so many years he hid on a dark desert island, always secretly expanding his power, but no matter how hard he tried, he was never as good as he was, until one day he finally found his weakness, and at that moment, his heart leapt like never before, because he could finally help Joan get her revenge.

"Blit on his deep love for you, if he is still the old Wilson, even if ten ofstand in front of him, it is not enough to give him a gap. Sometimes | really have to thank you properly, you gavea purpose in life, there is a saying that no matter what you are, as long as you are a human being you will have a soft spot, and his soft spot is you!" Yes, Wilson's weakness is himself, and now only he can save him.

"Stop it!" Rosemary violently wrenched her hands free of the hands tied behind the pillar, and, when the man aside was not looking, snatched the gun from his waist and placed it against her own head.

"Spike, don't you want Wilson dead so badly? The more you want him dead, the less I'll let him do what you want!" "Do you think | would be afraid if you were like this?" The corners of his lips picked up and he looked at Rosemary, smiling and laughing.

"I dang well know you wouldn't be afraid, but Wilson would be, and if he knew | was dead, what do you think he'd do?" Looking at him, the corners of Rosemary's good-looking mouth curled up slightly, as long as she was no longer a bargaining chip, Wilson would have no qualms, instead her death would inspire him to live.

"Crazy!" The hand pounded hard on the chair, the good pear wood was instantly split into two halves.

"Rosemary, don't do anything stupid!" Wilson in the cage has seen Rosemary standing on the edge of the cliff and she is looking at herself with a smile.

"Wilson, you must live!" "Someone, stop her now!" All you hear is a thud and there is no longer a Rosemary on the edge of the cliff.

"Ah..." Just see Wilson in the iron cage is like crazy, three or two times to kill five wolves instantly.

"Wilson ......" When Joseph and Edmund arrived at the scene, they saw Wilson, covered in blood, pounding on the dead wolf in the cage.

"Young master, it's not good! A group of people appeared from nowhere on the island, yelling for us to release Wilson and Rosemary immediately, and putting down big words that if we don't hand them over, they will simply destroy our lair." A man in black walked up to Spike and said.

Spike grabbed the man's collar and said with wide eyes, "No matter who it is, tell the brothers to kill them all!" "Yes!" Instantly, the scene was in a panic, the sound of gunfire, moaning, directly carried throughout the sky.

"Rosemary......Rosemary......" Wilson rose from the ground and stumbled toward the edge of the cliff where Rosemary had jumped.

"Wilson ......" Joseph tried to pull him, but he pushed him away with force.

Looking at Wilson, who was acting and talking strangely, a bad feeling rose in Joseph's heart.

He remembered that when Spike had cto take Wilson away, he seemed to hear that they had caught Rosemary, but now they didn't see Rosemary on the scene, could it be ......

Seeing Wilson keep walking in the direction of Spike, Joseph hurriedly followed him.

"Say, where is the woman you brought back?" Grabbing a black man, Edmund grabbed him by the collar and asked.

"One was thrown to the back of the mountain by the young master, and one just ......" glanced at the cliff over there, the man in black continued: "Suicide jumped off the cliff!" With his head buzzing, Edmund's mind was stuck with only four words, suicide jumping off a cliff! "Rosemary......" How did this happen? Just heard a bang, the bullet quickly through the black man's head, thud fell in front of Edmund.

"Young master, get out of here! Our men can't hold it anymore!" Blue just don't know from what burrowed out, about to pull Spike away.

"Blue Kong ......" Before he had a chance to leave, Spike's valet fell in front of him.

Wilson stood in front of Spike with scarlet eyes. At this moment, Wilson is like Satan, the god of death, who has returned from purgatory, and everything he walks through, there are corpses under his feet.

A gun quickly against the door of Spike's head, looking at the moment of Wilson, Spike suddenly laughed out loud.

"Wilson, how does it feel to lose the woman you love, does it feel like you can't breathe from the pain, or has the pain gone so numb that you can't feel that pain anymore?" The smile on the corner of Spike's mouth was even more rampant as he looked at Wilson with a crooked head.

He wants this effect, he just wants him to also experience first-hand the pain of losing the one he loves, and now he is happy to see him like this.