Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 502

Clara was shoved into another car. The man in charge yanked a black cloth over her eyes, his voice low and threatening.

"Ms. Clara, you'd better cooperate. Otherwise, you're the one who's going to get hurt."

She didn't fight back, letting them blindfold her. She could tell the car was making sharp turns, maybe trying to confuse her. The men inside stayed silent the whole time-nothing like the sloppy thugs who'd come after her before. These guys felt different. More disciplined. More dangerous.

After what felt like an hour, someone dragged her out and slung her over their shoulder. She was carried for a short distance, then dropped hard onto the ground. An iron door slammed shut with a heavy clang, and suddenly, everything was quiet.

Her hands were tied behind her back. She took a deep breath, carefully rolled over, and managed to push herself up to sit. Using her shoulder, she worked the blindfold off, squinting into the pitch-black room. There was hardly any light-just a thin strip sneaking in from a high window, about three meters off the floor. Outside, she could see shadows moving back and forth. They were still keeping watch.

She glanced around, but her ankles were tied too, making every step a struggle. She stumbled, nearly smashing her knee on a pile of rocks. Gritting her teeth, she shuffled to the nearest stone and started rubbing her wrists against its jagged edge, hoping the rope would fray.

They had to be waiting for instructions. No

meant she still had a

and untied her ankles. Then she limped over to the wall under the window, searching for any way out. The window was way too

In the corner, she spotted a couple of broken wooden sticks. Quickly, she tied the sticks together with the rope, then secured the sharp stone to one end. It was clumsy,

testing its weight. Not bad. She moved behind the door and waited, heart

dragged on. An hour passed. Still no footsteps, no voices, nothing. Meanwhile, outside, the men were getting restless. Their voices grew tense. "What is she

cold laugh. “Calm down. They're

others grumbled, “Don't see the point in all this. If they want her dead, we could end it right now. If they want her

pieces to them. They want what they want, and they¶ mess with anyone to get it.

shaking their heads. One turned

folks. Didn't your family used