Chapter 63
Samantha felt as if all her strength had been sucked away. She was about to collapse when juliet quickly caught her and called out to the security guard by the door. “What are you waiting for? Help me out!”
1, holding 5 Samantha upright. Her head was spinning, and her vision was blurring. If it weren’t for her
The guard hurried over, and together, they each took an arm, sheer willpower, she would have already passed out.
Why was Juliet doing this to her? Sure, she had caused Juliet some trouble in the past, but nothing i
At most, Juliet had always just wanted her gone, but this was something else entirely.
I serious—certainly nothing that warranted something
Juliet had said she was just following orders. Who could have given them?
Sumantha was dragged into a private suite and taintly overheard a conversation.
to Mr. Cuigley is
Are you really giving her to Mr. Quigley? she’s your adopted daughter–are you sure about this?”
“She’s been working in a place like this. Who lasows how many men she’s already been with? What difference does one more make? Giving her to Mr. doing our family a huge favor. Besides, after raising her for all these years, it’s about time she repays herdues.”
Samantha could only catch bits of the conversation. Their voices sounded familiar, but her head felt foggy, and she couldn’t focus or remember anything. The only thing she could do was fight to stay awake.
The next thing she knew, she was thrown onto a soft bed. The plushy texture threatened to lull her into unconsciousness. She felt like she might pass out at any
second
Samantha bit down on her lip, her nails digging into the already–scabbed wound on her palm, tearing it open again. The sharp pain sent a jolt of clarity through her doggy mind
She couldn’t pass out. She had to find a way to escape.
Just then, the door swung open, and someone stepped inside before it shut agam with a quiet thud.
A lecherous voice slithered through the air. “Well, well, darling. you’re even more beautiful up close.”
Samantha’s stomach chumed. A heavy weight pressed down on her, reeking of cigarettes and something even fouler, His hands roamed over her body, sending waves of revulsion through her.
She thrashed, fighting back as much as she could. The struggle, combined with the pain in her hand, sharpened her senses just enough for her to fucus on
in front of her.
He had a slightly bald head, a wide, pudgy face, and beady eyes that gleamed as he stared at her. His thick lips trembled when he grinned.
Samantha shoved at him with all the strength she had left. “Get off me!”
h? You’re still awake? Even better. That means we can have some real fun tonight.” The man backed away from her.
Samantha’s eyes darted around the room. The only way our was the main door, but there would definitely be someone guarding it! Before she could come up with an escape plan, the man returned with a whip, candles, and some straps that didn’t even look like clothes.
She scrambled to the edge of the bed, her pulse hammering. “Stay away from me! I didn’t agree to this. If you try anything, I’ll call the cops!”
The man sneered. “The copu?in a place like this? Sweetheart, your words mean nothing here. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop fighting and just enjoy yourself. Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll even help you and your family out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Let’s have some fun first” He was done talking. All he wanted to do now was he
He climbed onto the bed, reaching for her clothes.
“No! Stop it! Let me go!”
her.
The slap landed hard across her face, leaving behind a searing pain. But that pain cleared her head,
She had to get out of there. She had to escapel
