Chapter 468 Sarah is Punished
Sarah wanted to impress Raymond, so she wore some really sheer lingerie.
She'd found out from Hubert's messages that Raymond had fought with Daniel over her, and neither of them had a clue she knew.
It was impossible not to be moved.
She needed to get with Raymond as soon as possible.
She threw on a white coat, did her makeup all seductive-like, and used a curling iron to give her hair some soft waves, adding a touch of allure.
Finally, she slipped into a pair of high boots, grabbed her phone and car keys, and left the villa in a hurry.
Sarah had no idea that her outfit would only speed her into a nightmare.
The car sped away.
A van cut her off, forcing her into a deep, long alley.
There were no streetlights, it was pitch dark, and she could only see the thick snow on the ground through the dim car headlights.
The van behind her was relentless.
Her car was violently hit by the van.
Sarah had never seen such a reckless driver before; her face turned pale with fear. She hurriedly grabbed her phone from the dashboard and dialed Raymond's number.
But the phone only gave a busy signal, with no intention of connecting.
The rear rack of the car was knocked off.
The horn blared, piercing her eardrums.
"Can you drive any faster?" The driver's voice was slurred, clearly drunk.
Sarah was panicked and disoriented.
She called Raymond repeatedly, but there was still no answer.
She then called Hubert.
Hubert didn't answer either.
Fear enveloped Sarah.
She frantically accelerated, her high boots constantly pressing the gas pedal.
She didn't dare to stop, nor did she dare to slow down.
Suddenly, a row of cars appeared at the intersection, blocking her path.
She didn't have time to slow down.
Her car crashed straight into an SUV just as its door suddenly opened.
Sarah tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
Someone knocked on her window.
She looked through the light of her phone's flashlight and saw a man with a snake tattoo on his neck, its mouth open wide, revealing sharp teeth.
"Open the door!"
Sarah didn't dare to open the door.
A group of thugs approached, each holding an iron rod, and began smashing Sarah's car.
The windshield and car doors were deformed from the blows.
Sarah was petrified.
Her fingers trembled as she dialed Raymond and Hubert's numbers.
The car window shattered.
A man with yellow hair reached in and unlocked the door.
Before Sarah could react, she was dragged out of the car.
"What are you doing?"
"What are we doing? You crashed into my car, and you ask what we're doing?" The man slapped Sarah hard across the face.
Sarah stumbled and fell to the ground.
The men dragged her to a nearby abandoned factory.
The factory lights were dim and flickering, casting eerie shadows on Sarah's face.
The men groped her, making her feel nauseous. She screamed, "Stop! Get your hands off me! How dare you slap me?"
Sarah was slapped once again.
"Shut up."
Sarah's face was red and swollen.
She saw the man leering at her, reaching out to tear off her white coat that had cost her thousands of dollars!
She felt heartbroken.
"Stop! Don't touch me! I'm Raymond's—"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was punched again.
This punch completely disfigured Sarah's fake nose.
Blood dripped down.
"Even if you were God, it wouldn't matter. Tonight, if you don't satisfy us, you won't leave this factory alive," the man sneered.
Her sweater was torn apart.
Her jeans followed suit.
The man with yellow hair saw her seductive lingerie and his eyes lit up. "Slut, dressed like this, you want me to fuck you, right?"
The men hadn't touched a woman in a long time, especially one as beautiful and sexy as Sarah.
Sarah felt nauseous, begging, "How much money do you want? I have money. I'll give it all to you, okay? Let me call my family, they'll bring you the money."
"If your family comes, how can we escape? Do you think we're stupid?" The man had no patience for her, grabbed her hair, and smashed her fake face into the ground.
Blood poured out.
Sarah cried.
But every cry was met with a punch.
Eventually, she lost several teeth.
Her face was covered in blood.
Her body was bruised.
She had no strength left to resist.
She couldn't even muster the energy to beg.
She lay on the ground like a corpse.
Eyes open, like a broken doll.
Only then did the man feel satisfied, leaning over her neck, doing as he pleased.
The worst part was, the others watched, whistling and jeering.
They took photos to commemorate the event.
Sarah's fingers clawed at the ground, her hand falling into the pool of blood.
The ordeal ended with a group assault, an excruciating and humiliating experience.
Sarah's face, neck, and body were covered in injuries.
The thugs zipped up their pants, saying, "She looked so sexy. Why is she lying there like a dead fish? No fun."
"I warn you, don't think about calling the cops. We have your photos. If your fiancé sees them, do you think he'll still want you?" The man sneered, kicking Sarah's arm.
Sarah couldn't feel the pain anymore.
She couldn't process any words.
No response, no reaction.
The man, still unsatisfied, grabbed her head and forced her to perform oral sex.
Setting a precedent, the others wanted to try too.
Sarah felt sick to her stomach, vomiting, and was beaten again.
After Sarah served the group, they finally left.
She picked up the only piece of clothing she could find, the white coat, and put it on, buttoning it up.
The wind outside was bitterly cold.
The snow hadn't stopped.
Sarah drove her shattered car to a nearby hotel and took a shower.
The hot water poured down, soaking her hair, which clung messily to her body.
Sarah scrubbed her skin furiously, scrubbing until she broke down in tears.
Why did this happen?
Being raped by that bastard Hubert wasn't enough, she had to encounter those lunatics!
The worst part was, they had leverage over her, she couldn't pursue justice. She couldn't imagine Raymond's reaction if he found out she was no longer pure.
Would he still want her?
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