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Michael was softened. “Does it hurt?” Michael felt remorseful. She was her fiancée. He wanted to give her a lesson but he wouldn’t slap her hard. But he regrated doing that the second he saw her holding her tears. Beth’s head turned. She didn’t want to see him. It was not pain. Beth cried because she felt shame. She had never been held by a man and got slapped in her bottom. She felt so much shame and wanted to kill Michael even thinking of that. “Hey,” Michael felt sorry for her. “Do you know what you did wrong? You shouldn’t do it again.” “I get it,” Beth lowered her voice. “I won’t do it again.” She must flow with the tide. She was in a weak position now. Now, Beth was hopeless. She gave up the plan of seducing Michael and taking fake photos. This man was more intimidating th