Chapter 124 Utter Despair
Harper never imagined that Francis' first reaction would be to think she was deliberately causing trouble. Her heart felt as if countless knives had been brutally stabbed into it, bringing a pain that pierced through her soul. But she had no time for self-pity; The spiked stick was still pressed against her abdomen, and she had to make him believe her.
Harper tugged at her torn lips with blood mixing with tears, and said hoarsely, "I'm not lying to you. I was really kidnapped."
Perhaps the anguish in Harper's voice moved him, and Francis glanced at the bag with cash sent in by the remote-controlled car and said with his tone softened, "Be good; don't joke like this; I'll be back soon."
"Francis." Harper's voice was filled with despair as she weakly opened her mouth.
"I can't understand why you always believe whatever Chloe says, but you never believe me, no matter what I say?" Harper's angry sobs sounded like she was throwing a tantrum at him. It was urgent, and Chloe's miserable cries could still be heard from inside.
His voice turned cold. "Harper, can you stop being so melodramatic at a time like this?"
So, her desperate cries were just melodrama in Francis's eyes. Harper laughed, a painful and bitter laugh. This was the last glimmer of hope she thought she could hold onto. This was the man she had placed all her hopes on.
She knew he made his choice, but she still insisted on asking, "Francis, in your eyes, is my life and my child's life worth less than Chloe's?"
Francis was really annoyed and said, "We'll talk when I get back. I'm hanging up."
In an instant, the spiked stick was pushed a few inches deeper into her abdomen. The safety of her baby brought Harper back to her senses for a moment, and she screamed frantically, "No. Francis, don't hang up. Please, I'm begging you, at least save your..."
Before she could finish, Francis had already hung up. Harper felt as if the blood in her entire body had stopped flowing. She stood there, numb and dazed, with only despair in her eyes. Her ten years of love vanished completely at that moment. She laughed self-mockingly; She had never regretted anything more in her life. She had loved him frantically, but he had pushed her into hell.
Amelia looked at Harper's pained expression and felt more satisfied than what it would be like if she had beaten her. "Bitch, did you see that? In Francis' eyes, you're worthless. You're just nothing."
Harper's tears were almost dried up. Nothing, indeed. She had been nothing but a joke as his wife. She felt a surge in her belly and sensed blood flowing from her vagina, a fear that brought her back to reality. She looked at Amelia with a pleading gaze. "I can give you money. I can give you as much as you want, just let me go."
Amelia laughed heartily for a while before speaking, "Do you really think I want money? What I want is your fear and despair. I want you to watch yourself being abandoned and violated by your man."
She pointed to the camera set up in the dilapidated house and mocked, "Do you know how pathetic you looked just now after being abandoned by the one you love?"
Harper saw the madness in Amelia's eyes and knew she didn't want money; She just wanted her dead. Knowing what she was about to face, Harper stopped begging. She knew the more pitiful she appeared, the less likely Amelia would let her go.
She calmly questioned, "Amelia, do you really think no one will find out what you do? Have you thought about yourself?"
"You should worry about yourself." Amelia bent down and patted Harper's cheek with a sneer in her eyes. "The lead actress in the upcoming rape scene is still you. Enjoy it."
After saying that, she stood up and looked at the two men. "This woman is cunning. Did you see how she said her husband would give the money, but he abandoned her? She has no value. Just do as you were told and don't believe a word she says, got it?"
They nodded repeatedly, who had almost been cheated. One of them quickly started unbuckling his belt. Amelia's eyes flashed with disgust. She wanted to see Harper being raped, but the abuse she had suffered made her nauseous at the sight of a naked man.
"Don't hold back. Do as I said, and be quick." Amelia finished and pushed the door open to wait outside, but she didn't go far and just stood nearby listening.
One of the tall, skinny men took off his belt and whipped it at Harper. This was Amelia's instruction. They were to whip her with the belt first, then...
Fortunately, Harper was tied to a chair, so most of the belt's blows landed on the chair, but her arms still ended up with bloody welts. She endured the pain, bit her lip until it bled, tried to stay conscious, and thought of a way to save herself.
The other man, impatient with the slow process, pushed the tall, skinny man aside and said, "Let's just get started. I can't wait any longer."
Even with her face covered in blood, Harper's beauty was undeniable, stirring their evil desires. They silently agreed to have their way with her first and then do what was told afterward.
Harper watched their lecherous, twisted faces as they approached, swallowing their saliva. Her hands and feet were tied up, and there was nowhere to retreat. For the first time, she felt what utter despair was.
‘Calm down,’ she told herself, and she had to stay calm. She was the only one who could protect her baby at this time; She couldn't give up.
Harper spoke gently, "It's not convenient for you to do it while I am tied up. Untie me, and I'll cooperate."
They exchanged glances and thought she had a point. Her legs were tightly bound to the chair, which made it difficult for them. The tall, skinny man quickly untied her and said, "Don't play any tricks, or I'll kill you."
"I won’t," Harper nodded fearfully and looked genuinely scared.
These two thugs had never been respected by a woman in their lives, and their vanity soared instantly. They let go of Harper and threw her to the ground. Harper's head hit the ground hard, which made her dizzy from the pain. She struggled to get up, knelt on the ground, and groped around until she found the stick Amelia had left behind.
Their lewd laughter grew closer. Harper raised the stick and struck with all her might. The tall, skinny man's head was split open, and his blood was pouring out. But Harper fell to the ground from that blow.
The other man immediately jumped over and kicked Harper, which made her spit out a mouthful of blood. The pain invaded her entire body, but Harper still remembered to protect her abdomen.
The tall, skinny man recovered, furious, grabbed Harper's hair, and slammed her head against the wall. "Bitch, you dare to trick me? I’m going to kill you."
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