Chapter 817

In Ventropolis Prison, inside a dimly lit prison cell with no light coming from outside, Cecilia woke up in ragged clothes. Her feet were shackled with iron chains, and silver handcuffs restrained her hands.

Fred Turner, who was wearing a black uniform, buttoned his collar button. The scar at the corner of his eye looked hideous under the dim light. He said, "You've been following him for so long. I never expected you to be a virgin.

"The few of you take her for a wash. Don't let her die."

"Yes, Mr. Turner."

"You bastard." In anger, Cecilia suddenly got up. Before she could even get close to Fred, her leg was hit by a baton. Cecilia screamed painfully and lay on the ground in agony.

Fred, with his hat on, walked over to her and looked down at her, "No one has dared lay a hand on me on my turf. You're the first."

Cecilia responded, "I'm your boss's woman. You're just his dog. If Zach finds out about this, he won't spare you."

Fred had slept with many women, and most of them were