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.”

getting out of this. If you don’t want more pain,

be generous and sell you to a nicer

Buyer?

sack,

read stories about women

them–a tool for some bachelor to make

kill the one she was already carrying. She didn’t want 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 would happen

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her.

No one did.

resistance only made the four captors

fighting? Bitch

her up a

and feet

of the kicks landed

already felt sore from being stuffed into that bin–but now, sharp pain shot through

exploded at the

The stabbing ache in her stomach and the pounding in

Darkness swallowed her.

moving, the two men exchanged a look and roughly

nearly

narrow mountain road, heading toward the same village where Mathilda

never seen anyone

get their hands

seats. As much as they wanted to take her for themselves, they didn’t

not yet.

deal and sold

woman sold to

freshly trafficked in–especially ones that hadn’t been beaten enough—still had fight left in them. They’d

carried the sack straight