Chapter 972


    The woman looked coldly at me and was clearly upset now. "You’d better behave yourself, Ms.


    Lane. That''s how you can suffer less."


    I shook my head and cowered in a corner, saying with a trembling voice, "If you let me go, then TH


    give you whatever amount of money you want."


    The woman snickered, looking at me with a face full o f mockery as she said, "Looks like you don''t


    have an inkling of what’s going on here. Do you think we’d make you our target if we were after


    money? There’s n o shortage of rich people among those women before you and they all said the


    same thing as you, but they eventually went to the ce they were supposed to go. So, do you


    think we''re doing this just for money?"


    She continued after a pause, "It would be too lowly for people to do something for money. That’s


    why we''re never driven by money."


    I broke down a little and screamed, "What are you after, then?!"


    "That''s none of your concern." The woman walked up t o me and looked at me with an icy gaze. "If


    you’re clever enough, then you should know that the only way to have hope is to stay alive, yes?"


    Those words sounded like a piece of advice to a friend. How horrifying was it for a perpetrator to


    say such a thing to her victim?


    I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. I looked straight into her eyes and said, "If you


    tell me what you''re nning to do to me, then I’ll leave with you without fighting back."


    "I''ve gone too easy on you, have I?" The woman had lost all her patience. "Since you refuse my


    polite ways, then don’t me me for making you suffer."


    As soon as she said that, she grabbed my hair and mmed my head into the wall.


    I had no time to defend and could only do my best to protect my head with my hands.


    I felt excruciating pain in my arms and could not help but shriek.


    After my head was mmed into the wall countless times, the woman tossed me to the floor and


    kicked m e in the abdomen continuously, showing no mercy.


    She stopped beating me when I stopped screaming.


    Later, I heard the sound of the door opening. After the woman went out, the two men who stayed


    behind lifted me from the floor.


    My body was in so much pain that I could not even move a muscle and simply allowed them to


    carry me into a car.


    When the car engine started, my eyes were blindfolded.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    After God knew how long, I found myself in a grass hut when the blindfold was yanked away.


    There were women’s cries ringing out in my ears. I came back to my senses and looked at a few


    women around me.


    I might be heartless to think so, but I felt less afraid now that they were here.


    I cast my eyes down to look at myself. My hands and feet were bound.


    The girl sitting beside me was crying incessantly. One of the girls was annoyed by her crying and


    snapped." Stop crying, will you? Think of a way."


    That girl looked to be about 20 years old. Judging from her attire and her noble aura, I figured she


    came from a well-off family.


    "What other ways do we have?" one of the girls asked while crying.


    "We''re in the countryside. Why don''t we work together to untie the ropes on our hands and feet and


    then run toward the city when we get out?" suggested the girl who seemed toe from a well-off


    family.