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With the sharp sound, Owen Lewis swiftly and ruthlessly tore the tape from Sophia Moore's mouth.
"Ah!"
An intense, stinging pain shot through her. Several patches of skin on Sophia Moore's lips were torn, and beads of blood began to seep out.
The skin around her mouth rapidly reddened. She couldn't stop herself from trying to rub her mouth with her bound hands.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Sophia Moore yelled in fear, her voice trembling.
"What are we trying to do?" Owen Lewis nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, a dark aura emanating from him as if he had become demonic.
"Sophia Moore, do you even remember what you've done?" Owen Lewis observed Sophia Moore's terrified face. For once, he seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood, wanting to thoroughly appreciate her expression. Look at her, so terrified, her whole body trembling, yet she still doesn't have a shred of self-awareness.
