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?

a death sentence—a painful,

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

even muster the strength to say a word of protest. All she could see or feel was the same thing happening to her the

changed and those scary men entered her cell. She raised her hair covered face to look at them, her eyes looking at them through the curtain of

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

come closer..." she whimpered, her voice

stirring restlessly in her sleep,

beg you...don’t come

in the bed and watched her crying in her sleep, her face entirely sweaty, she was terrified by something. Even in the dim light of the night lamp, he

Nightmare.

called her

was no response from her as she continued to be trapped in her scary nightmare. He finally moved his hand and gently

his hand was stopped by iron grip and

the other pressed firmly strangling his neck, as though she meant to choke him. Her eyes were

him as

though small, pressed with precise pressure on his neck, her fingertips digging in just the right spots to deliver a

unfocused, as if she hadn’t

he said calmly, his

his words began to penetrate the haze of

he repeated, his