Chapter 354 A Dark Place Outside the Rules
Audrey asked calmly, "Where?"
The other person paused and replied, "On Whispering Willow Lane."
Audrey's face hardened. She knew the place—a dark corner no one should be.
She never thought Francis could be so ruthless, even if it was his first love.
The person on the other end asked, "Ms. Hernandez, Chloe's in bad shape. Should we save her?"
Audrey smiled, "Get her out, treat her, then it's not our problem."
"Okay, Ms. Hernandez," the voice on the phone replied.
Audrey hung up, her nails digging into her palm. The venomous glare in her eyes was chilling.
Anyone who survived that place would be filled with intense hatred. Chloe wouldn't need Audrey's instructions to go insane; she'd only get worse.
On Whispering Willow Lane, a dark place outside the rules, a long, dark figure lay curled up next to a trash can.
If not for a pair of bare white feet, it would be hard to tell it was a person. The body was all dirty, covered in filth, with no clothing.
Chloe had been running a high fever for days and was now delirious. These past two days were the darkest and longest of her life, even more terrifying than her time in the asylum. There were no well-dressed people here, only beasts wanting to vent their desires.
Francis was truly ruthless. On the surface, he did nothing but throw her onto Whispering Willow Lane.
Chloe could have left, but she had consumed her special drinks. She urgently needed relief and cooperated with the first man who approached her.
After the first session, restlessness and emptiness took over Chloe. She got out of the car, grabbed a passing man, and dragged him into Whispering Willow Lane. One man wasn't enough. She needed two, three, and more. Soon, her crazy behavior attracted more and more men as the rumor spread.
They treated her like a rag, wiping out their desires with impatience and endless torment, tearing her apart.
Later, Chloe became slightly more conscious and crawled behind the trash can, her body covered in filth, perfectly camouflaged next to the trash. She had slept in the garbage for a whole day but still felt weak and dizzy. She thought she wouldn't make it. Even if she got out, the trauma would still haunt her.
At that moment, a trickle of liquid dripped onto her face. Extremely thirsty, Chloe felt like she had found a spring and opened her mouth to catch it greedily.
But she realized the liquid was warm and smelly.
Chloe sensed something was wrong, but her body desperately needed water, so she didn't want to give up this nectar.
Suddenly, she was kicked hard, rolling from the dark corner into the dim streetlight.
A filthy man laughed and said to his buddy, "Thought it was a stray dog, but it's a stray girl."
Chloe's face twisted in horror as she realized she had drunk the man's urine. She started retching, but nothing came out.
He kicked her again, and she clutched her stomach, wailing on the ground.
"Disgusting bitch," he cursed. "Fill her up with more piss."
His companion laughed and nodded, "Yeah, let's do it."
Urine washed Chloe's face clean.
The filthy man, noticing her face, laughed, "She's actually pretty."
Chloe's face, maintained with expensive treatments, still looked good despite the torture.
The man, eyes gleaming, said, "Got any water? Rinse her off."
"No water, but I have this," his buddy said, raising a bottle. They exchanged a grin.
Fear gripped Chloe, and she tried to crawl away.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she screamed, but her hair was yanked.
A heavy slap landed on her face, making her head buzz.
She was slapped back and forth dozens of times before being tossed to the ground. "How dare you run!"
"Hurry up, I have a date," the other man urged. "Let's finish quickly."
The two men pounced on her, and Whispering Willow Lane echoed with Chloe's screams.
Annoyed by the noise, one man took off his smelly sock and stuffed it into her mouth. "Shut up! You're here to have sex. Drop the act!"
Chloe's screams were muffled by the dirty sock.
In less than half an hour, the two men walked away, discussing.
"Disgusting. Who knows how many she's been with."
"Hope she doesn't have a disease."
"Good thing I brought condoms."
Chloe lay on the ground, like a pile of mud.
A pair of shoes appeared in front of her. A man in black frowned and turned to his superior. "Can she make it?"
The man in the black suit squatted down, examined her pupils, and said coldly, "She's infected."
"Do we save her or not?" the man in black asked.
"Save her. Ms. Hernandez's orders. Even if she's dead, we bring her back. Give her the injection."
"Okay." The bodyguard took out a syringe and injected Chloe.
The man in the suit ordered, "Dump her somewhere else."
Before leaving, he instructed, "Give her a few more doses."
This dosage would last ten days to half a month. After that, it was no longer his concern.
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