Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Meanwhile, in a dilapidated house in a mountainous village, Rachel Wood was tied up and left on a cold brick bed, shivering in the corner of the room.

It was pitch black in the room, where the old man and two of his sons were asleep next to her.

The three of them were snoring loudly, annoying Rachel.

They rarely showered, and the entire room reeked of their body odor and the stench of their feet. It was disgusting.

A cold breeze came in through the broken window, making her shiver. She had nothing else on other than the clothes she was wearing.

She'd never had a change of clothes since being there for a month. She was confined to the brick bed apart from going to the bathroom.

The men watched over her day and night. Three of them would sleep at night, while another would keep an eye on her.

One of them would keep an eye on her in the house even during the day.

They only fed her half a bowl of rice every two days in fear that she might gain enough strength to run away. They didn't even give her any other dishes. They also only offered her half a cup of water every two days.

She was barely surviving.

Now, Rachel was physically weak. Every day, someone was keeping an eye on her that there was no opportunity to escape at all. Although she wanted to run away, she was constantly restrained and being watched.

mental breakdown. Even so, she knew that she couldn't wait around for doomsday. She refused to live like the rest of the women there. She would never succumb to a life of living as

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missed him. So

she silently struggled again, only this time, she realized that the

old man in his eighties had

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Rachel felt like she could finally see

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over three men. She managed to step off

men had used a lot of strength to torture her and watch over her Perhaps, they were sound asleep from being exhausted and not getting enough

Rachel had gotten up at

getting off the brick bed, she didn't even put on her shoes to avoid making a sound. Walking barefoot to the door, she then pulled the door

they cooked with

man in his thirties was resting in front of the door

her. He wore a cotton hat, a padded coat,