Approximately ten minutes later, a black car stopped in front of Rachel Wood.

Inside the car, Woodrow Gaston gazed at her from head to toe with a stunned expression, then quickly got out to approach her. "What happened to you? Is that really you, Rachel?"

All her ex-classmates knew that Rachel was dating the wealthy Sebastian Brenand, and she had access to unlimited resources. What was going on?

She remained strong and gazed at Woodrow. "It's a long story. Can I take a shower and get a change of clothes at your place?"

She knew him very well and knew she didn't have to worry about him.

He worked at a police station, and he was an honest man.

He instantly nodded, his eyes belatedly noticing her bloody feet and disheveled appearance. He hurried to open the car door and carried her into the passenger seat before driving her back to his house. After parking the car, he carried Rachel into his house.

Although Woodrow was single and lived alone, his house seemed tidy, almost as if a woman lived there.

His house was near 860 square feet in size with a simple European-style design.

her down on the

he pointed to the bathroom. "You can take a shower in there. I've left a shirt,

worry, I don't have

that. After being through so much, Woodrow's hospitable demeanor

nodded before entering the bathroom, heeding his

before she stood under the shower and quickly

in the past month resurfaced with the warm water running over her

her mind, making her feel even more disgusted with

roughly, Rachel

using shampoo

repeating the processo

didn't stop even after her skin had turned

felt filthy, and not just on the surface. She

memories of those men trapped inside her body, devastating her further as she

help but think of herself when

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