Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 460:

Without hesitation, she followed Wilson’s men to her next destination.

The consequences—whatever they were—she had willingly accepted.

There was no room for refusal, and she knew it.

Just getting Wilson to agree to her request had been a feat in itself.

And now, she had to endure whatever came next.

Yet, as she was taken to an unfamiliar place, unease settled deep in her chest.

She had no clue what Wilson truly meant when he said she’d have to face the consequences.

The group soon reached a heavy iron door.

“Ms. Marsh, please step inside. Mr. Carpenter has instructed us to unlock the door for you in an hour.”

the group spoke with an unsettling calmness, but Rachel’s pulse pounded in

had no idea what lay

her voice barely above

man’s expression remained unreadable, his tone just as steady. “You’ll find out once you

Rachel, despite the gnawing anxiety twisting in her chest, forced

she approached the door. With a slow, agonizing creak, the iron door

stepped inside. The space before her stretched vast and unnervingly

barely wide enough for two people ran into the

taking a few tentative steps before stopping—only for a voice to echo around her. “Ms. Marsh,

spotting a surveillance camera positioned not far

cameras covered every inch of the area,

settled in her chest, and even now, she had no idea what she was about to

steps and soon came across the first room. Inside, the

and other implements she had only ever

last. The cold gleam of metal seemed to radiate malice, like beasts baring their fangs in the

instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, her teeth