Chapter 1071

Chapter 1071:

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He clawed fervently at the ground, his nails splintered and bloody, presenting a pitiful sight. His raspy voice begged for help: “Help… Rescue me… Save me…”

But the spectators remained indifferent, their demeanor stone-cold, as if they were merely watching a theatrical performance, with no inclination to intervene.

Aurora endured for so long because these reprehensible customs were so deeply rooted in the collective consciousness. The oppressed remained invariably so, never daring to challenge the aristocracy, never daring even to raise their voices.

These uninformed individuals were merely fulfilling the roles that had been assigned to them for centuries, nothing more.

Yet Casey's desperate struggle left a deep mark on their hearts. She refused to succumb, steadfast in her refusal to yield, every strand of her hair, every inch of her skin echoing the defiance.

In fact, the very notion of "resistance" was considered blasphemous, a forbidden concept that the humble population of Aurora did not dare to contemplate.

For generations, the oppressed had diligently instilled in their children the notion that resistance was a forbidden concept, not to be uttered, much less put into practice. The consequences of rebellion were nothing less than total annihilation.

However, as they watched Casey, they couldn't help but perceive her as a truly fearless person. Deep within them, seeds of forbidden contemplation sprouted.

Could foreign systems offer a superior alternative to your beloved Aurora?

Casey's steady refusal to budge completely exhausted Davey's patience.

After placing her firmly in the back seat, he administered a sedative.

Finally, Casey regained her composure and stopped struggling. After several futile attempts to maintain her defiant gaze, her eyes gradually closed and she succumbed to a deep sleep.

When Casey regained consciousness, she found herself tied to a chair.

Struggling to open her eyes, Casey found herself immersed in an endless darkness, the kind that obscures even the vision of her own hand in front of her face.

This brought Casey back to the year of her parents' car incident. During that period of deep grief, she experienced stress-induced blindness, and the resulting darkness became an unforgettable nightmare in her life!

“Ah!” After a few moments of silence, she screamed in terror, her voice sounding as if it had been scorched by flames. Her throat, raw and rough, throbbed with pain from her screams.

Back at the restaurant, Casey seemed to have screamed at herself. Her throat felt like it was being torn apart, and every sound and breath was excruciatingly painful.

Yet, consumed by fear, she resisted, unwilling to relive the moment of her temporary blindness, refusing to plunge back into the depths of that nightmare.

Then a dull thud reverberated through the room.

Casey, along with the chair, fell to the floor.

The force of the impact against the hard ground was so intense that his arm was throbbed as if it were about to break, and a wave of numbness ran through his body. It evoked the sensation of being a patient immobilized in all four limbs.

Then a pair of large hands helped her to her feet. Those hands gently stroked her head before proceeding to untie a strap, thus returning Casey's sight.

Before her was a man bathed in the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, his figure adorned with a golden glow, exuding an aura of refinement and gentleness.

However, Casey found this scene profoundly absurd. A mask!

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