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A/N :- This chapter contains some Sexual Assault scenes
But then, the girl's hoarse voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine. "I am fine and alive." Her gaze swept me from head to toe, despite her injuries, she still exuded an aura of intimidation. She snorted, then chuckled, and I wondered if she was losing her mind.
"Why did they beat you?" I quired, my confidence surprising me. Maybe it was because I was facing death, and I had nothing to lose.
Her eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Want to run, girl?" she smirked, her audacity astonishing me. Despite being beaten and battered, she still exuded a sense of defiance.
"What if I say yes?" I tried testing her level of sanity.
She smirked again, her eyes glinting with a hint of madness. "Just do one thing for me, and you'll be free forever!" she offered, her voice laced with conviction.
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Was she delusional? But then I thought, what's the harm in trying? The worst had already happened.
"So, what is it?" I furrowed my brows together. Her smile remained fixed, unwavering.
"Tell them you're ready to serve," she instructed, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Julia will send you to a hotel room. There'll be a man waiting for you. Seduce him, and wait for my arrival."
"Are you for real? Why would I risk my life like that? If I get caught, I'll end up like you or worse, they'll kill me!" Fear gripped my heart, the desire to live overpowered me.
"So, do you want to live in a place like this, where you die every day?" she pulled the right strings , her words pierced my soul. Terror seized my chest, and all my deepest fears swirled in my mind. I took a deep breath, and her words resonated within me. I couldn't live like this; it was better to die once than suffer every day.
"Even if there's a slim chance of survival, maybe I can make it," I thought, desperation fueling my determination. My inner self warned, "Are you sure she isn't digging your grave?" But I pushed aside my doubts. I didn't care if I died; no one would shed a tear for me anyway. For this last time, I would believe in humanity.
"Okay, I'll try," I muttered, resolve in my voice. "But how will I tell you if I complete the task?"
I cautiously moved closer to her and noticed a small hook attached to the strap of her bra, visible through her taut clothes. "Take that hook! It's a microphone! It will help you!" she instructed.
I carefully pulled out the hook and began to follow her instructions. "You're sure, right? That you'll be able to save me?" I asked, my voice trembling with desperation. All my dreams would be shattered if I got trapped in this nightmare.
