Chapter 20
“No, help! Help!” Kristina screamed, her hands flailing as she fumbled for her belt. In a flash, a pointed folding knife materialized in her grasp.
Someone was moving toward her in the darkness, and without thinking, she lunged forward, stabbing the knife at the approaching figure
A hoarse shout broke the silence. “Ouch! That hurts! You little brat, how dare you hurt me? Just wait; I’ll make you pay for this.”
The room erupted in chaos. With the lights out, the men didn’t know what was happening. The shouts mixing with screams only added to their interest. Normally, their antics were staged, but tonight? This felt all too real.
Stanley wheeled himself to a spot further away. He might not be able to see what was happening on the couch, but the cameras could capture everything. He had brought high–quality equipment specifically to document this scene, ensuring clear footage, even in the dark.
He looked over at the blinking red light on the camera, and his smile broadened. With a chilling laugh, he urged the men on. “Enjoy yourselves, and don’t rush. Tonight is your night to let loose and party.
Kristina lay back on the couch, her eyes narrowing fiercely. At that moment, she looked like a fierce queen with a blood–stained dagger. Anyone who came too close would meet the sharp edge of her weapon.
Despite being the perpetrator of a heinous act, she whimpered, pleading. “Please, don’t hurt me. I’m begging you, just don’t touch me. It hurts.”
Just hearing those pitiful cries fueled Stanley’s imagination. The other men, oblivious to the reality, got more excited and rushed toward Kristina.
The chaos escalated as the men bumped into each other, and Kristina let out a cold laugh before slipping away
ay from the edge of the couch.
She had excellent night vision. In her past life, she had trained herself to adapt to the dark, knowing she might have to donate her comes to Stanley.
While the
their sounds.
was pitch black to everyone else, she could see the outlines of the men and track their positions by
With quick reflexes, Kristina snatched the camcorder from the coffee table. Her fingers defly explored the seams and swiftly yanked out the memory card. Then she hurled the camcorder to the ground, shattering it.
Meanwhile, the men near the sofa were thrown into complete disarray. Though they were unaware of who was beneath them, their hands groped around the form on the sofa.
Kristina’s gaze shifted to the figure in the corner, and she quickly realized it was Stanley. With a cunning smile, she stealthily moved closer, seized the handles of his wheelchair, and ruthlessly propelled him towards the sofa
“Who’s there?” Stanley yelped, shocked as his wheelchair moved unexpectedly while he was enjoying the chaos around the sofa.
With a casual grace, Kristina turned back, her hand brushing against the coffee table to grab the door lock remote left behind by the chubby man. She pressed a button, and the lock made a click.
However, the noise near the sofa was excessively loud, and none of the men noticed. They were all riled up, each mistaking someone else for Kristina. Even Stanley’s cries of agony could be heard amidst the chaos.
As Kristina rushed to the dear, her hand accidentally hit the light switch. With a click, the once–dark room was suddenly flooded with bright light.
The naked men froze, their expressions filled with shock as they realized something was very wrong. The person pinned on the sofa was not Kristina; it was another skinny, naked man, looking just as confused as they were.
On the floor, Stanley lay in his suit and tie, clearly bearing the marks of multiple footsteps. His face contorted in agony, his attire rumpled and soiled, and at that moment, one of his fingers was still trapped under someone’s foot.
“Damn, that bitch is trying to escaper shouted the burly leader, the first to react. He immediately took off after Kristina, charging toward the door.
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