The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 972

The woman looked coldly at me and was clearly upset now. "You’d better behave yourself, Ms. Lane. That's how you can suffer less."

I shook my head and cowered in a corner, saying with a trembling voice, "If you let me go, then TH give you whatever amount of money you want."

The woman snickered, looking at me with a face full o f mockery as she said, "Looks like you don't have an inkling of what’s going on here. Do you think we’d make you our target if we were after money? There’s n o shortage of rich people among those women before you and they all said the same thing as you, but they eventually went to the place they were supposed to go. So, do you think we're doing this just for money?"

She continued after a pause, "It would be too lowly for people to do something for money. That’s why we're never driven by money."

I broke down a little and screamed, "What are you after, then?!"

"That's none of your concern." The woman walked up t o me and looked at me with an icy gaze. "If you’re clever enough, then you should know that the only way to have hope is to stay alive, yes?"

Those words sounded like a piece of advice to a friend. How horrifying was it for a perpetrator to say such a thing to her victim?

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. I looked straight into her eyes and said, "If you tell me what you're planning to do to me, then I’ll leave with you without fighting back."

"I've gone too easy on you, have I?" The woman had lost all her patience. "Since you refuse my polite ways, then don’t blame me for making you suffer."

As soon as she said that, she grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the wall.

I had no time to defend and could only do my best to protect my head with my hands.

I felt excruciating pain in my arms and could not help but shriek.

I might be heartless to think so, but I felt less afraid now that they were here.

I cast my eyes down to look at myself. My hands and feet were bound.

The girl sitting beside me was crying incessantly. One of the girls was annoyed by her crying and snapped." Stop crying, will you? Think of a way."

That girl looked to be about 20 years old. Judging from her attire and her noble aura, I figured she came from a well-off family.

"What other ways do we have?" one of the girls asked while crying.

"We're in the countryside. Why don't we work together to untie the ropes on our hands and feet and then run toward the city when we get out?" suggested the girl who seemed to come from a well-off family.