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?

like a death sentence—a

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

her voiceless. She couldn’t even muster the strength to say a word of protest. All she could see or feel was the same thing happening to her

of a sudden a view changed and those scary men entered her cell. She raised her hair covered face to look at

coming her way. Their evil laughs echoed in the cell, as they all started to walk towards her like

whimpered, her voice

stirring restlessly in her sleep,

beg you...don’t come

watched her crying in her sleep, her face entirely sweaty, she was terrified by something. Even in the dim light

Nightmare.

and called her

continued to be trapped in her scary nightmare. He finally moved his hand and gently touched her shoulder to wake her from

before Justin’s hand could touch her, his hand was stopped by iron grip and the next moment something happened that

bed. In a swift, instinctive movement, she was atop him, one hand gripping his wrist while the other pressed firmly strangling his

Justin, it felt as if she saw him as a

was surprising—much stronger than he’d anticipated. Justin didn’t resist, allowing her to overpower him. Her hands, though small, pressed with precise pressure on his neck, her fingertips digging in just the right spots to deliver a choke if she applied the slightest

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

he said

her grip on him still firm, though his

me, Natalie," he repeated, his voice soothing