Chapter 35: Ghost in the dark night

My heart pounded as I faced the imposing wooden door, my wrists bound tightly behind my back. The coarse ropes chafed against my skin, a constant reminder of my helplessness.

My eyes darted around the dimly lit corridor one last time, seeking any possible escape route. But there was none.

The next second, I was shoved inside roughly by the soldiers.

The doors shut with a loud noise behind me.

The room was lavishly furnished, a stark contrast to the grungy underground club where I had been auctioned off like a piece of cargo.

Heavy drapes covered the windows. The air was thick with the scent of cigar, cologne and blood. I shivered, remembering the horrible tale that the maid told me moments earlier.

Who was my buyer?

A perverted sex freak who liked to lash at girls in bed? Or a mentally fucked psycho who just loved to torture people for fun?

A tall figure appeared behind the curtain at the far end of the room. The dim light painted his contour.

My breath hitched as he stepped out.

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