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?

word struck her like a death

sold, so you 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.

of protest. All she could see or feel was the same thing happening to

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

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

her voice echoing in

as he felt Natalie stirring restlessly in her sleep, while she was mumbling

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

entirely sweaty, she was terrified by something. Even in the dim light of the night

Nightmare.

leaned over and called her

in her scary nightmare. He finally

hand was stopped by iron grip and the next moment something happened

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

him as a mortal

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

unfocused, as if

me. Justin," he said calmly, his

his words began to penetrate the

he repeated, his voice