Chapter 27
The MPVâs window rolled down, and a driver I didnât recognize asked me, âAre you Ms. Morgan?â
âYes, I am. Did Selena send you?â
I quickly peered inside, but Selena wasnât in the car.
The car door opened at this moment, and the driver said to me, âMs. Morgan, please get in.â
Perhaps Selena had been drinking, so he had someone else pick me up.
Since the driver knew I was âMs. Morganâ, it must be right.
That truck was still parked not far away from me, so I felt somewhat afraid. Without thinking too much, I
immediately got into the MPV.
The driver handed me a bottle of water and said, âMs. Morgan, you must be thirsty. Drink some water first.
âAlright.â I settled down in the car.
The driver had already closed the door and turned toward the city center.
Having walked so much at night, I was indeed thirsty.
After taking the water handed over by the driver, I drank several gulps in one breath.
The driver drove very fast, making my head a bit dizzy.
My phone buzzed then, and Selenaâs voice was filled with urgency on the other end as she asked, âTay. where are you?
âWeâve already rushed over. Weâre only 100 yards from the location you just sent, but how come I still
canât see you?â
âArenât I in the black MPV you sent?â I asked doubtfully.
Suddenly, an inexplicable dizziness overwhelmed me, and I couldnât support myself and collapsed in the
back seat.
The driver glanced back with a sinister look, his eyes casting a malevolent gleam.
It dawned on me that I had boarded the wrong vehicle, but the realization came too late.
A more intense wave of dizziness engulfed me, and I succumbed to unconsciousness.
Upon awakening, I was in a hotel room, wracked with a splitting headache and devoid of strength.
A camera was pointed directly at me, and two burly men in bathrobes stood by the bed.
âWhoâs first?â one asked.
âYou strip her, Fil capture it,â the other proposed:
âAlrightâ
They exchanged looks, their faces twisted in vile smiles.
âWhat are you doing?â
The horrifying scene prompted a panicked reaction from me, but quickly, one man stuffed a towel Into my
mouth.
His gaze bore into me with anticipation as he lunged forward, beginning to rip at my clothes.
Meanwhile, the other man had taken position behind the camera, eagerly starting to record.
I wanted to struggle, but no matter how hard I tried, it was as if my hands were disabled. I couldnât exert
any strength.
The muscular man had already started unbuttoning my clothes. The immense humiliation forced me to shake my head desperately, tears involuntarily flowing from my eyes.
Throughout the years, Gordon had never laid a hand on me. I remained pure since my very first day.
F Z
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine being abducted and facing imminent violation. Who could possibly wish me harm? Could it be Gordon who sent them?