Chapter 1344

Chapter 1344:

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Perhaps Nicole's composure was contagious. One of them, with a round face, whispered shyly, "Can we really go out?"

Nicole agreed firmly. “As long as you don't give up. “Fight to the end.”

Just then the driver approached. Nicole quickly shook her head at the girls, signaling them to keep quiet so as not to be overheard.

The driver got into the car, silently, and started driving. It was clear that he was used to it.

As the car wound through the mountainous terrain, Nicole watched intently as the scenery passed by. The driver's constant driving lulled her to sleep, and soon the two girls beside her fell asleep.

But Nicole clenched her fists and teeth, forcing herself to stay alert. Every second was crucial and she was determined to seize every opportunity.

Unfortunately, I realized that the car had been modified. Locks had been installed on the outside to prevent any escape attempts from the inside.

Abandoning the idea of ​​fleeing through the doors, Nicole continued to watch the trees and the birds fluttering through the window.

After an hour and a half, the car stopped in a secluded courtyard at the base of the mountain, cleverly concealed.

The driver honked the horn three times and someone inside opened the door.

The journey continued along a hidden path in the mountain, revealing that the courtyard was nothing more than a facade, camouflaged by the trees.

Twenty minutes later, they came to a group of wooden buildings, large and small.

The driver honked twice, calling two armed men who began directing the girls to disembark. Their accents were unfamiliar, not from Ambrosia.

Nicole obediently got off, but the girl behind hesitated and received a hard slap from the leader of the group. The slap was forceful.

Blood flowed from the girl's mouth.

Although Nicole didn't understand the words the man muttered, his tone was unmistakably scolding. The girl, frightened, quickly got out of the car.

Nicole and the others were taken to a store.

The door opened and they were ushered inside, where Nicole saw a dozen girls. Like her, they seemed to be treated as mere commodities.

Nicole found a corner to sit and the two younger girls joined her.

Once the tent door was closed, darkness enveloped them. The air inside the tent was stifling, hot and humid, with a pungent mix of odors, including the unmistakable scent of blood. It was obvious that this space had seen a lot of suffering.

There were blood stains and signs that others had highlighted themselves here.

Outside, guards kept watch, forcing Nicole to lower her voice.

Relying on his memory in the dark, he noticed a girl nearby, about twenty years old. In a low voice, he asked, “How long have you been here?”

The girl, visibly surprised, hesitates. Previous punishments for speaking had been severe, and the fear of being overheard was palpable.

Moreover, the guards were not from Ambrosia. They showed no understanding or mercy, despite the girls' pleas or tears, and only responded with brutality. Thus, after such harsh lessons, the girl was too scared to speak.

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