His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

47 Pudding Island

When the sun came up over the sea, the hateful men finally let me down and threw me back into the cabin again. This time my body was weaker and I didn't even have the strength to crawl. I searched desperately for Fiona. She wasn't in the crowd.

Is she not coming back?

Just as I was feeling regretful, a pair of hands gently stroked my back and I finally saw Fiona. Her face was scarred and her eyes were numb. I'm afraid to ask her if the men did anything to her last night. I'm afraid to know the truth.

"Last night I heard them say they were going to sell us to a b.rothel," Fiona said to herself, her voice sounding desperate. Then she smiled bitterly. "At least we'll live, won't we?"

Fiona was scratching her neck as she spoke, and I could see red spots on her shin. Her face grew paler and paler. Just as I was about to ask her if she was ill, the guard opened the cabin door. They chased the women out of the room like dogs. After the failure of the escape last night, the women who did not dare to fight back became even more timid. They obediently followed the orders of the guards and left the cabin one by one.

Fiona helped me to my feet and we slowly walked out. We followed the group of women to the deck, where the dark-haired men ordered us to line up on either side of the boat. Soon the freighter docked and the guards threatened us with guns to get off.

A truck was parked on the dock. The guards told us to climb up the back of it in order. When we all got in, two guards stood at the back of the van with guns watching us.

I don't know where we are going. There were wild fields all around, and there was not a house to be seen inhabited. The women crouched in the truck, their heads bowed like prisoners awaiting trial. They seem to have given up the right to fight for their freedom. Everyone had unkempt hair and blank eyes.

Fiona scratched herself from her neck to her arms. I saw a large patch of scratches on her neck from her fingers, and her face grew paler and paler. I can't help feeling worried about her health. But what can I do for her? Now I'm wrapped in a blanket and weak as a wildcat.

Patience, patience, patience, we need to live first!

The truck drove for about an hour, and I saw the wide road become narrow and the wheels rattle against the pebbles. The sight made me feel as if I had come to a farm in the country. I saw a wide meadow on the right side of the road. There were many cows and sheep grazing behind the fence. A farmer with a pitchfork and a straw hat was facing the road and whistled when he saw the truck go by.

The guard on the bus grinned at the farmer. He pointed a gun at a woman on the truck and shouted at him, "New girl! Don't forget to bring enough money and your d.ick tonight!"

The truck drove away. I couldn't hear what the seemingly innocent villager was saying. But I have a bad feeling that everyone on this island is part of the gang of men who traffic in human beings. That means I don't even have a chance to ask a stranger for help!

What the hell is this place?

The truck stopped in front of a two-story house and the guards kicked us out. There was a fat old woman in a green sheath dress, with heavy makeup on her face, standing outside the door. She pointed a black electric baton at us and said, "Get in, get in the yard."

We obediently walked into the garden with flowers. The fat woman told us to line up. She walked up to everyone and lifted their chins with the electric baton in her hand. She looked at each woman's face as if checking to see if her cargo was damaged.

When she finished her work, she whispered in one of the guards' ears for a moment, then took a wad of money from her purse at her waist and handed it to him. The guard got the money and left.

"You b.itches, come with me!" The fat old woman shouted as she led us to a prison-like bathroom.

"Take off all your clothes and wash the stink off you!" said the fat woman. "Wait for me in two lines when I whistle!"

One by one, we went into the bathroom. It was an extremely basic bathroom with no stalls, not even a plastic curtain. Two rows of faucets were installed on the walls, and we washed our hair and took a bath under each faucet.

Fiona's right next to me. Naked, she scrubbed her body under the tap. The water ran down from her head to her red-marked body. She scratched at her body like mad. I tried to stop her, but she didn't seem to hear me.

"Fiona, are you all right?" I asked worriedly. "Stop, you're tearing your skin!"

She didn't respond, her hands still scratching.

At that moment, the whistle sounded, and the women all went to the middle of the bathroom and formed two rows. I grabbed Fiona by the wrist and pulled her away from the tap.

The fat woman went into the bathroom. She looked at each woman again, from top to bottom. Behind her were two strong men in tight black tops. Every time she passed by a woman, she would touch her breasts and lower body with the black electric baton in her hand. When she met a woman with fair skin and a good figure, she would smile and nod. If a woman with saggy breasts and a flat body, she would frown and even curse dirty words.

When she walked up to Fiona, her gray eyes, which were heavily shaded, immediately grew fearful.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The fat woman shouted to her men. "Paul, Jayson, come and get this woman out of there!"

Soon a couple of security guards came and grabbed Fiona. She screamed and struggled, biting one of the guards' fingers. Another guard hit her on the head with a stick until she fainted.

"Where are you taking her?" I shouted and chased after them.

I saw them drag Fiona to the other side of the garden. The flower bed blocked her body. Two security guards stood beside her. One of the guards took out a pistol and fired two shots in a row in the direction of the ground. The other security guard grabbed Fiona by the hair and dragged her body around the corner. The blood lay on the floor like a long red carpet.

The fat woman ran after me. She hit me several times with the electric baton in her hand. I couldn't stop shaking. My eyes were filled with the horror of Fiona's last moments.

Hell, this is hell!