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Lily had to fight back with everything she had–so those lunatics would never <b>get </b>another chance to <b>hurt </b>
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 <b>it</b><b>. </b>
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 nned <i>to </i>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 waste. 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.”
“You’re not getting out of this. If you don’t want more pain, you’d better shut up and stay in that sack.”
“Maybe if you behave, we’ll be generous and sell you to a nicer buyer.”
Buyer?
Inside the sack, Lily trembled uncontrobly.
She’d seen videos and read stories about women trafficked into remote mountain viges.
She never imagined she’d be one of them–a tool for some bachelor to make babies.
If the buyer wanted her to bear his child, the first thing they’d do was kill the one she <b>was </b>already <b>carrying</b>. She didn’t want to be some twisted old man’s broodmare. She didn’t want her baby to die before <b>it </b><b>was </b>even born. Desperately, she thrashed and struggled, praying someone would happen to <b>pass </b>by and <b>help </b>
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her.
No one did.
And her resistance only made the four captors angrier.
“Still fighting? Bitch needs a lesson.”
“Yeah, rough her up a little. She’ll learn.”
Fists and feet rained down.
One of the kicksnded on her belly.
She had already felt sore from being stuffed into that bin–but now, sharp pain shot through her abdomen.
Her neck took more hits. Pain exploded at the base of her skull.
Her whole body shook, wracked with agony. The stabbing ache in her stomach and the pounding in her neck became too much.
Darkness swallowed her.
When she stopped moving, the two men exchanged a look and roughly tossed her into the van’s trunk.
Lily came to nearly five hourster.
The van bumped and jolted along a narrow mountain road, heading toward the same vige where Mathilda had once spent over a decade.
The two men had never seen anyone as stunning as Lily.
They were dying to get their hands on her.
But their wives sat in the front seats. As much as they wanted to take her for themselves, they didn’t dare—
not yet.
So they followed through on the deal and sold Lily to two brothers, Ben and Jerry.
Lily wasn’t the first woman sold <i>to </i>that vige.
Ben and Jerry knew from experience that women freshly trafficked in–especially ones that hadn’t been beaten enough—still had fight left in them. They’d try to escape.
To prevent that, they carried the sack straight to the basement.
No one had told the brothers that Lily was pregnant.
All they cared about was getting her to bear children for the Zhou family. <b>Eager </b>to <b>pass </b>on their bloodline, they ripped open the sack the moment they were in the basement–ready to im their prize.
Meanwhile, Ashton had already found Lily’s flight and the name of the hotel she checked <b>into </b><b>after </b>arriving in the small city.”
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James was desperate to find her.
He needed to ask her: Why had she agreed to divorce him even though she was <b>pregnant</b>?
Why hadn’t she told him she was carrying his child?
He booked the soonest flight avable and rushed to the airport.
As he pulled away from the Luke estate, he couldn’t resist trying her number again.
He called multiple times–still powered off.
He was about to toss his phone aside and try again in a few minutes when, suddenly, his <b>ringtone </b><b>red </b>
It was her.
He snatched it up and answered immediately. “Lily, why did you-”
“Lily, we’ve been waiting for you.”
He never finished.
On the other end came a man’s voice–creepy, mocking, and full of malicious intent.
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