Loved You Once But He's My Forever

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Chapter 57 A Living Hell

Chapter 57 A Living Hell

The leader hunched forward, gesturing. This way. We're almost there."

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I covered my cars, trying to block out the heartbreaking cries of the innocent girls. But their screams were relentless, piercing through every attempt to shut them out. However, what truly made my blood rum cold came moments later.

At the end of the hallway stood several men. Their icy gazes were sharp enough to cut, and each of them clutched an AK-47

Even though I was already dead, the sight of those bloodthirsty, predatory eyes made me tremble with

fear.

The leader exchanged a few words with them in the local language. After scrutinizing Luke and my dad, one of the men pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

I saw the tension written all over Luke's face. Even my dad's fingers twitched slightly while clutching the

scams of his trousers.

If I didn't already know I was dead, I might have been infected by their overwhelming nervousness.

The door opened with a creak.

The room inside was dimly lit. As I stepped in, I saw women huddled together on the floor. A quick glance revealed at least 20 or 30 of them.

The leader casually remarked, "This batch was just brought in. There were delays-storms at sea and then a civil war when we reached the Scam Center. You're lucky. They haven't been touched yet." Hearing this, Luke's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

His expression turned sympathetic as he took in the women's disheveled appearances: Their hair was matted and their bodies reeked of filth. Each of them was curled up in a corner trembling with fear. They had been stripped of their clothes, left wearing only undergarments.

they hadn't been physically harmed, their dignity had

keeping their heads bowed, unwilling to meet the gaze of those who would treat

an electric baton and struck the nearest woman in the

be

like helpless lambs facing a pack of ravenous wolves, huddled

was furile

despair

for them.

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Esmée Myers, the daughter of a nanny from our neighborhood. She was a hardworking girl, often waiting in the cold outside for her mother to

one winter, rubbing her hands together to stay warm as she memorized vocabulary

in her senior year of high hool, a stellar student

had greeted me with a bright smile, saying she planned to

while working that part-time job? Was she the girl Nelson had

her didn't deserve this fate. She had worked so hard to change her destiny, only for lite to deal her such a cruel

a sobering reminder that misery

summon the strength to fight. If my dad recognized her,

as though she

woman's face. For those who refused to cooperate, the leader yanked their hair or used his gun to lift their chins, forcing them to

to inspect dwindled, Luke and my dad grew increasingly

hadn't seen my

woman was examined, my dad spoke coldly,

you didn't find who you're

else? I remember there should've been another woman," my dad

confirmed with Stanley earlier that someone resembling me was here, but after scanning the room, there wasn't a single face

One of them was

you say so earlier? Where

was

could finish, Luke furiously grabbed him by