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.”

If you don’t want more pain, you’d better shut up and stay in that

generous

Buyer?

the sack,

and read stories about women trafficked into remote mountain

she’d become one of them–a tool for some

they’d do was kill the one she was already carrying. She didn’t want to be some twisted old man’s broodmare. She didn’t want

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her.

No one did.

made the

fighting? Bitch needs

her up a little.

feet rained

the kicks landed on

into that bin–but now, sharp pain shot

Pain exploded at the base of her

whole body shook, wracked with agony. The stabbing ache in her

Darkness swallowed her.

a look and

came to nearly

a narrow mountain road, heading toward the same village where Mathilda had once spent over

seen

get

seats. As much as they

not yet.

they followed through on the deal and sold

wasn’t the first woman sold

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

they carried the sack straight to