Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 63: Chapter 63
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Stella had no idea how much blood they'd taken. Her head spun, the room tilting around her, and she felt she could black out any second.
Just then, Henry declared, "She knows too much now. We can't let her leave. Lock her up here."
A man asked, "What about her family?"
Henry scoffed, "Don't bother with them. They couldn't care less if she lives or dies. All they want is money."
The man replied, "Got it."
Several hands grabbed at Stella, hauling her off the bed to lock her up in this very room.
Stella could already see what was coming—locked up here, well-fed and comfortable, just a blood supply whenever they needed. She knew that it couldn't be any better than what she had gone through in that small town.
With a sudden burst of strength from deep within, Stella violently shoved her captors away.
Everyone froze in shock.
Stella, without a second thought, bolted for the door.
Henry roared, "Catch her. Don't let her get away, no matter what."
Stella couldn't outrun them. Then she suddenly remembered her phone. She snatched up her phone, about to call 911, when Jordan's name suddenly flashed on the screen. Without a second thought, she answered immediately.
"Jordan!" Stella gasped.
Jordan asked, "Where are you?"
Stella replied, "Crescent Villa. Help me."
Stella knew Jordan was just an online acquaintance. Though they'd built a profitable partnership, she had no idea if he'd come to her rescue. But she had no hope left.
All at once, Stella's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.
Several figures closed in.
Henry bent down, picked up Stella's phone, and gave it a quick, appraising glance. He asked, "Latest model? Who bought you this?"
Stella glared at him with burning hatred. Her voice trembled with defiance as she said, "Henry, your sick scheme won't work. Someone's coming to save me, any minute now."
Henry sneered, "Save you? Your parents couldn't wait to dump you here. Who'd even bother coming for you? If anyone cared, you wouldn't have had to escape that small town all by yourself last time.
"You're not seriously expecting Eleanor to come save you, are you? From the very beginning, they've never told her the truth about me, nor will they. So tell me, how exactly is she supposed to rescue you?"
Stella thought bitterly, 'Right. No one's coming to save me. This time, I have no hope.'
Henry barked, "Haul her back and keep her under tight watch."
One of Henry's men stepped forward, handing him a whip. The man said, "I think you should teach her a harsh lesson, so she doesn't even think about running again."
Henry understood the implication. He glanced at the whip, a cold smile curling on his lips. He said, "Good idea. She's far too defiant. It's time she got some proper discipline."
The whip cracked across Stella's skin, inflicting the same searing pain she'd felt the last time Andrew had lashed her with his belt.
She thought, 'They say everyone born into this world must go through all kinds of suffering. But isn't life being far too unfair to me? What on earth did I do in a previous life to deserve all this?
'If I'd known things would turn out like this, maybe I should've just died back in that small town. Wouldn't that have spared me all this torment?'
Each lash burned into her skin, instantly dragging Stella back to those brutal beatings she endured whenever she disobeyed after first being sold off to Middle-South Yaria.
She didn't dare fight back. She knew resistance was futile. Still, she had to look for a chance to escape. She thought, 'Would Jordan even risk coming for me? Probably not.
'What connection do we even have that would make him risk coming to save me?'
Deeming the punishment sufficient, Henry passed the whip to a subordinate. He ordered, "Lock her up. Make sure she doesn't escape. And no food unless I say yes."
Just then, Henry declared, "She knows too much now. We can't let her leave. Lock her up here."
A man asked, "What about her family?"
Henry scoffed, "Don't bother with them. They couldn't care less if she lives or dies. All they want is money."
The man replied, "Got it."
Several hands grabbed at Stella, hauling her off the bed to lock her up in this very room.
Stella could already see what was coming—locked up here, well-fed and comfortable, just a blood supply whenever they needed. She knew that it couldn't be any better than what she had gone through in that small town.
With a sudden burst of strength from deep within, Stella violently shoved her captors away.
Everyone froze in shock.
Stella, without a second thought, bolted for the door.
Henry roared, "Catch her. Don't let her get away, no matter what."
Stella couldn't outrun them. Then she suddenly remembered her phone. She snatched up her phone, about to call 911, when Jordan's name suddenly flashed on the screen. Without a second thought, she answered immediately.
"Jordan!" Stella gasped.
Jordan asked, "Where are you?"
Stella replied, "Crescent Villa. Help me."
Stella knew Jordan was just an online acquaintance. Though they'd built a profitable partnership, she had no idea if he'd come to her rescue. But she had no hope left.
All at once, Stella's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.
Several figures closed in.
Henry bent down, picked up Stella's phone, and gave it a quick, appraising glance. He asked, "Latest model? Who bought you this?"
Stella glared at him with burning hatred. Her voice trembled with defiance as she said, "Henry, your sick scheme won't work. Someone's coming to save me, any minute now."
Henry sneered, "Save you? Your parents couldn't wait to dump you here. Who'd even bother coming for you? If anyone cared, you wouldn't have had to escape that small town all by yourself last time.
"You're not seriously expecting Eleanor to come save you, are you? From the very beginning, they've never told her the truth about me, nor will they. So tell me, how exactly is she supposed to rescue you?"
Stella thought bitterly, 'Right. No one's coming to save me. This time, I have no hope.'
Henry barked, "Haul her back and keep her under tight watch."
One of Henry's men stepped forward, handing him a whip. The man said, "I think you should teach her a harsh lesson, so she doesn't even think about running again."
Henry understood the implication. He glanced at the whip, a cold smile curling on his lips. He said, "Good idea. She's far too defiant. It's time she got some proper discipline."
The whip cracked across Stella's skin, inflicting the same searing pain she'd felt the last time Andrew had lashed her with his belt.
She thought, 'They say everyone born into this world must go through all kinds of suffering. But isn't life being far too unfair to me? What on earth did I do in a previous life to deserve all this?
'If I'd known things would turn out like this, maybe I should've just died back in that small town. Wouldn't that have spared me all this torment?'
Each lash burned into her skin, instantly dragging Stella back to those brutal beatings she endured whenever she disobeyed after first being sold off to Middle-South Yaria.
She didn't dare fight back. She knew resistance was futile. Still, she had to look for a chance to escape. She thought, 'Would Jordan even risk coming for me? Probably not.
'What connection do we even have that would make him risk coming to save me?'
Deeming the punishment sufficient, Henry passed the whip to a subordinate. He ordered, "Lock her up. Make sure she doesn't escape. And no food unless I say yes."
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