Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 201: Nightmare

In the dark space behind the rusted iron bars, a young girl, around sixteen or seventeen, huddled in the darkest corner. Her face was buried between her folded knees, her hands pressed tightly over her ears as she sobbed. Her long, messy hair fell forward, shadowing her from the horror unfolding before her.

"Ahh...leave me...don’t hurt me...save me...It hurts..."

The agonised screams of a girl in the cell opposite reached her ears, sending chills through her, making her want to flee. But there was nowhere to go; she was trapped behind the thick, iron bars.

Each tortured cry from the other girl was mixed with the mocking laughter of the men assaulting her, their taunts cruel and relentless.

"Let you go? You were worthless. No one wanted to buy you, so now you’re just for us to use."

The four men took turns with her, restraining her hands and legs, each one reveling in their cruelty.

The girl in the corner sobbed quietly, her entire body drenched in sweat, as if she could feel every ounce of the other girl’s suffering. Her faint sobs were muffled against her knees, her body unable to stop trembling.

Suddenly, she jolted as one of the men approached her cell, only the bars keeping him from reaching her.

"Tomorrow, it will be you," he sneered, his tone dripping with anticipation.

Tomorrow?

struck her like a death

won’t fall in our hands," then he laughed mockingly. "Even if you are sold, your end would be the same. You are bound to be fucked either by us, or by someone else. You are going to become a whore one way or other. Did you see that girl, if she is alive after this, ask her how it feels to be a whore and prepare

even muster the strength to say a word of

and those scary men entered her cell. She raised her hair covered face to

looked blurry to her, all she could see or feel was the terror coming her way. Their evil laughs echoed in the cell, as they all started

come closer..." she whimpered, her voice echoing in the confined space. "Please...I beg you...don’t come closer...don’t

restlessly in her

I beg you...don’t come closer...don’t touch me...go

face entirely sweaty, she

Nightmare.

leaned over and called her name softly.

from her as she continued to be trapped in her scary nightmare. He finally moved

could touch her, his hand was stopped by

his wrist while the other pressed firmly strangling his neck, as

him as a

didn’t resist, allowing her to overpower him. Her hands, though small, pressed with precise pressure on his

locked on him, fierce and unfocused, as if she hadn’t yet realized

said calmly, his

though his words began to penetrate

he repeated, his voice soothing and