The Untamed Concubin

On the sea, a giant whirlpool like a monstrous maw gaped wide, threatening to swallow everything in its path. The raging wind and waves tore at the powerless small aircraft trying desperately to flee.,The Bermuda Triangle, as expected, lives up to its name.,The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.。