Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 76 He Sold Her Off

A bucket of ice-cold water was poured all over her face. Deirdre jumped, her eyes. opening wide from shock.

She realized she could not move. Her limbs were tied.

The woman who had woken her up scanned her. Disgust was dripping from her words. “Eew, what the hell? It’s bad enough that she looks like a horror movie-she’s way too skinny and frail to even satisfy a customer! I swear, Mr. Brighthall is unbelievable.”

Her subordinate was quick to appease her. “Well, it’s more about doing Mr. Brighthall a favor, right? You know he’s gonna remember this and repay you with lots of goodies in the future, Madam Rouge!”

“Pfft. A favor. I’d love to do him a favor, but God! This b*tch can’t even attract a man in heat,” Madam Rouge sneered. Pinching a cigarette between her fingers, she strutted toward Deirdre and frowned. “Holy sh*t. Hell, no! This b*tch is blind!”

Deirdre felt a chill crawling up her spine. So Brendan… was the one behind this?

Had he finally grown sick of her, after all? He had grown weary of her-and yet that sadistic madman would not forgive himself if he ever let her go in peace, so he had. arranged one of the cruelest tortures he could come up with and put her through it.

He had sold her off to a brothel, had he not?

hatred? How much would a man have

lips

Then, suddenly, she began to grab

cried out, feeling alarmed. She writhed despite her bondage until finally, she planted a foot

but it was more out of shock than pain. It did not hurt, but the move stained her dress-an act that infuriated Madam Rouge.

lunged, each grabbing a bit of Deirdre’s hair before slapping her across the face Deirdre thought

due to her transgression relieved

Can’t go overboard and kill her ’cause you know the only value she has left when it comes to this job is the fact that she’s still got a pulse,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Though, I gotta admit, she’s got the right voice. I bet. our clients would love to hear her moan… Come on, doll her up. Place a mask over her face, for the love of God. Those third-rate, poor-*ss idiots will probably love her enough, so I

Mr. Brighthall that I accept his offer and I’m counting on him to return

“Definitely, ma’am! Definitely.”

“Get her to change.”

every word of their exchange. Tears welled up in her eyes and

not just change her-they drugged her. Robbed her of any control over

waiting to

A man with a suffocating odor staggered into the room, unable to take even a few steps without a