After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Chapter 317 Take My Own Life

In the chaos of the crowd, Claire fought with everything she had, determined to take down as many as she could. One less monster in the world was a small victory; two would be even better.

After all, these were the kind of scum who thrived on tormenting women, and they all deserved to die.

But despite her fierce determination, she hadn't managed to kill a single one. No, to be precise, she hadn't even come close.

Claire had managed to pin one man to the ground, but just as she was about to finish him off, the others descended upon her like a pack of wolves.

Two fists couldn't hope to match four hands, especially when those hands belonged to a mob of men.

It wasn't long before they overpowered her, slamming her down to the ground.

"Damn it! I thought I was in for a treat with this little

firecracker, but turns out she's just a thorny rose. Well, I'll enjoy plucking those thorns one by one."

'Hahaha, I like that-thorny rose! But it doesn't matter if you're a rose or a cactus; once you're here in Crimson Lane, we'll strip you bare and squeeze you dry," another chimed in. "No, you've got it all wrong. Even the fiercest tigress that

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crowd.

"Exactly! Well said!"

in agreement, their excitement

seizing the moment while they were distracted to

continued to strike, but the odds

in his car,

for her life, the ground beneath her stained with drops of

and turned, her clothing shredded, her body becoming a

longer tell if the blood on her was hers or

such a vivid display of violence in Crimson Lane

was filled with the men's heart-wrenching shouts and Claire's

endlessly until, at last, the

drenched in blood, utterly exhausted, her strength completely spent. She collapsed onto the ground, letting the hands of

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she was beyond the point of fighting

the end, then so

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out of fight. What happened to your

you little slut. Here in Crimson Lane, it doesn't matter who you are-a high-born lady or a sweet girl from a humble home. In the end, you're all just our playthings." "We'll take our time with you, one by one, until we've had our

this? We've never seen anyone withstand our torment and live to tell the tale." "No, there have been survivors, but they all knew their place. Unlike you, you filthy whore, daring to fight back!" "What a worthless piece of trash! You must

she closed her eyes, contemplating biting her tongue to end it

moment, with her teeth poised on her

prison, she had faced

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more than she did; no one wanted to live