The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 388 No More Running

Lily had to fight back with everything she had–so those lunatics would never get another chance to hurt

her.

But would she and her baby even survive?

The two women had already prepared a housekeeping cart.

There were cameras in the hallway, but not in the rooms.

They quickly put on face masks, pushed the cart into the room, and stuffed Lily into the bin on top of it.

They shut the lid like they were just doing routine cleaning–rolling out a bin full of trash.

Lily had no idea where they were taking her or what they planned to do.

But she could guess–it wouldn’t be anything good.

If she couldn’t escape before they left the hotel, she might never get another chance.

Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound. Her neck burned with pain. Even moving was difficult. But she forced herself to shift around, trying to make noise–anything to draw attention from other guests.

But it was late. Most people were already asleep. No one noticed the odd contents of the bin.

Soon, they wheeled the cart to the back of the hotel.

There, just outside the camera range, a van waited.

“Mmhh-”

They dumped her from the bin onto the ground. Lily writhed and fought, trying to rip her way out of the sack.

“Stupid bitch. You think you can run now that you’re in our hands? Keep dreaming.”

don’t want more pain, you’d

behave, we’ll be generous and sell you

Buyer?

sack,

read stories about women trafficked

become one of them–a

to be some twisted old man’s broodmare. She didn’t want her baby to die before it was even born. Desperately, she thrashed and struggled, praying someone

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her.

No one did.

made the four

Bitch

her up a little. She’ll

and feet rained

of the kicks landed

into that bin–but now, sharp pain

Pain exploded at the base

ache in her stomach and

Darkness swallowed her.

moving, the two men exchanged a

nearly five

along a narrow mountain road, heading toward the

never seen anyone as stunning as

dying to get their hands on

seats. As much as they wanted to

not yet.

they followed through on the deal and

first woman sold to

ones that hadn’t been beaten enough—still had fight left in them.

they carried the sack straight