Chapter 125 Please Save My Child
Her head had been slammed heavily against the wall multiple times. Everything started spinning. and Harper’s soul seemed to be leaving her body.
The sticky crimson liquid continued to seep from her scalp, and she couldn't tell if it was from her head or her vein.
It wasn't until another man forcefully pulled the tall, skinny man away that she collapsed weakly to the ground.
"Are you crazy? We're only supposed to rape her, not to kill her," one man shouted, "Murder is a serious crime. Why would you risk it for that little bit of money?"
The tall, skinny man finally came to his senses, wiped the blood and sweat from his face, and snarled, "I just lost my mind because of this bitch."
"Alright, let's get to work," the slightly chubby man said and looked at Harper lying on the ground, who was covered in blood and barely breathing. "Don't blame us. We're just doing this for money. Blame your unreliable husband. If he hadn't abandoned you, we wouldn't be here."
Faced with their twisted logic, Harper couldn't find a single reason to argue. ‘Yes, the man I considered closest in this world abandoned me. Who else could I blame? I only regret falling in love with the man I shouldn't have at the age when I didn't understand love. I love him to the point of losing myself and to the point of being pathetic. If he showed a bit of kindness, I would compromise without hesitation and choose to stay with him. So, I deserved everything that happened to me. I couldn't blame anyone else. No one will be given a second chance.’
The two men eagerly reached out to tear Harper’s clothes. "Get away." She slapped away the hands, reaching for her in disgust. But her current strength only served to anger the two strong men further.
One man slapped her viciously to the ground. "Bitch, you can stop revolting. I'll kick you to death." He then kicked Harper in the chest without hesitation. The agony from the kick amplified the torment in her already broken body.
Harper felt like her body wasn't hers anymore; She couldn't even move a finger. The tall, skinny man wanted to kick her again, but the slightly chubby man stopped him. "Idiot, if you kick her again, how are we supposed to have fun?"
She curled up on the ground, watching them approach her and squat down. Her despair spread and swallowed her, binding her so tightly that breathing became almost impossible. Her beautiful eyes lost focus. Was she going to die like this?
Suddenly, there was a movement from her belly. She couldn’t tell if it was a spasm or a hallucination.
No, it was the baby.
The baby was reminding her not to give up. She suddenly woke up and bit her tongue hard. The taste of blood and the pain brought her back to her senses. She could move her fingers again. She found a piece of broken glass and swung it at the man's outstretched hands, causing blood to gush out.
"Damn. Bitch. I'll kill you." The man lunged at Harper like a mad bull. She reversed the glass and pressed it against her carotid artery, and her eyes were filled with fear and a determined resolve. "Don't come any closer."
He hesitated for a second. She seized the opportunity and hoarsely shouted, "Take one more step, and I'll stab myself."
The man sneered. "If you want to die, go ahead. We'll help you." She pressed the broken glass a few inches into her artery, and blood spurted out.
They were scared and thought, ‘Damn, she’s a crazy woman.’
She felt her blood leaving her body faster. She took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "I'm pregnant. If you kill me, you take two lives. If the police catch you, you'll definitely be sentenced to death."
"Damn. That woman didn't tell us." They hadn't expected to be raping a pregnant woman. If she miscarried, she could die along with her baby. They hadn't expected the woman outside to be so vicious and tried to get them to do something so heinous for just fifty thousand dollars. What was most crucial was that if the police caught them, they could face lifetime imprisonment.
This made them hesitate. No amount of money was worth losing their freedom for life.
She saw their hesitation and continued, "If you regret it, give your phone now."
"What do you need a phone for?"
She didn't answer, but she pressed the glass deeper, which caused more blood to flow. The tall, skinny man complied and gave the phone he had secretly hidden from Amelia. She struggled to pick it up with one hand, dialed 911, and kept the other hand still, vigilantly.
"I've been kidnapped. I don't know where I am. Can you locate me? Please, hurry. I'm pregnant, my child..." She choked up, unable to speak, with tears mixing with blood. After a while, she said, "My child might not make it. Please, save my child."
Harper’s vision began to blur again, and everything turned white. She could barely see the two men clearly. But she couldn't show any weakness and kept gripping the broken glass against her artery. Her hands were numb, and she couldn't feel the pain from the deep cuts. Only the constant blood flow kept her conscious. She knew that if she passed out, what was before her would be tragic.
She had to stay awake.
Soon, the other end responded, "Miss, we've located you. Please keep the line open and wait for rescue."
Harper finally felt a bit of relief. "Hurry, I need to make another call." She struggled to dial a number, but only a mechanical voice answered, "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep."
She laughed bitterly. Francis was probably rescuing Chloe and comforting her. He wouldn't have time to answer her call. Her lips moved with difficulty, and her voice was hoarse and pained. "Francis, I might die, along with my baby. After that, please bury me with my grandma. But maybe it's for the best. I won't have to be with you anymore."
Her hot tears fell silently, mixed with the blood and a sight of despair. She felt her consciousness fading, and she suddenly bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood. The two men were too scared to continue their actions. The slightly chubby man trembled and asked the tall, skinny man, "Is she dying?"
"Definitely. What bad luck! Let's get out of here." They pushed the door open forcefully, knocked down Amelia, who was about to get in, and ran out desperately. Amelia sat on the ground confusedly. She shouted at them, "Why are you running? Did you finish your job?"
"Do it yourself. Keep your money. That unlucky woman is dying." Amelia looked tense and rushed in, seeing Harper holding the glass to her neck and barely able to lift her eyelids. She immediately saw the phone on the ground and understood. It was the phone that those two idiots had secretly hidden.
She was furious and raised a chair in anger. "Bitch. How dare you!" A loud crash. The chair hit Harper’s head solidly. She saw it coming but had no strength to dodge it, so she took the blow directly. Blood poured from her ears, covering half of her face. She saw Amelia's lips moving in anger but couldn't hear anything. Her mind was filled with muffled sounds. Her soul seemed to detach, floating away. She saw her bloodied and lifeless body collapsing. ‘Is this death.’
She murmured, "Baby, don't be afraid. Mommy will be with you."
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