Chapter 825


    In the dank basement where Heather was imprisoned, shadows clung to the walls like cobwebs.


    The air was heavy with the musty stench of dampness and decay.


    She used to be confined in a house; at least there, she could bask in the sunlight, but for reasons


    unknown, she had been abruptly moved to this underground cell.


    It was as if... they feared someone might find her.


    Heather guessed Amanda was probably searching for her.


    "I''m so cold... could I have another coat?" she asked, her fingers curling around the cold metal bars


    as she tried to negotiate with the guard outside her cell.


    "Cold? You won''t freeze to death!" the guard grunted dismissively.


    "But if I get sick, that''s on you, right?" Heather responded with a forced smile, injecting a hint of


    flirtation into her gaze, "Besides, it''s not like there''s anyone else around. Even if you give me a coat,


    who''s gonna know?"


    She had taken the measure of the two men guarding her. The one who had just left was tall and


    thin, introverted, always silent, with a perpetual scowl on his face - not the type to engage in


    conversation.


    But this one, the shorter and rounder guard, was different. He would often tease his tall, thin


    colleague, even asking without any hint of shame if he had ever been with a woman!


    The rotund guard nced at her, obviously annoyed. "If I give you my coat, what am I supposed to


    wear?"


    "Aren''t men supposed to be all hot-blooded? You could... do some exercises to warm up!"


    Exercises to warm up?


    At a suggestion like that, any man''s thoughts might wander off track.


    "Oh, you''re offering to sleep with me now?"


    "I didn''t say that. I just want to borrow a coat, that''s all. Aren''t you cold in this basement?" Heather


    countered.


    The guard stood up from his chair and approached, feeling the back of her hand. Her skin wasn''t as


    smooth and pale as before, but it was still soft to the touch, revealing her pampered past.


    "So considerate, worrying about me being cold! Out with it, what do you really want? Don''t take me


    for a fool who''d think you''ve suddenly taken a fancy to me!"


    Heather chuckled lightly. "What could I possibly want from you? I just need a coat!"


    "I''m not gonna waste words. I do want to sleep with you; there''s nothing else to do down here. But


    let''s get two things straight: first, I have no phone, and second, I can''t contact the outside world.


    Don''t get any ideas about that. If it''s really just a coat you want, then fine, I''ve got a few spares in


    my room."


    "I really just want a coat! I know you guys don''t have phones."


    Heather was well aware of Everett''s meticulous nning. If he dared to lock her up here, this ce


    was bound to be secure, and he would have taken every precaution to prevent her from bribing her


    way to the outside world.


    "Alright! Then strip," the guard demanded.


    Heather''s face maintained a feigned coquettishness, but her hands were clenched into fists. She


    fought the urge to vomit that rose from the pit of her stomach!


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    She had once been pursued by countless men, many of whom were outstanding, but she had never


    given them the time of day, her heart set on staying true to Everett. And now... she was forced to


    degrade herself before this vile and foul-smelling guard!


    "Strip!" he repeated.


    Heather bit her lip, her voice trembling, "I told you I''m cold, and you''re making me strip? Thene


    inside. You can help me."


    The guard clicked his tongue. "I''m just checking out the goods, seeing if I like what you''ve got. I


    don''t just take any woman. What if you''ve got a disease?"


    Heather was at her breaking point. If it weren''t for the slim hope of survival, she would never have


    consented!


    "Fine, I''ll strip, I''ll strip..."