Chapter 88

Charlotte felt a sharp sting on her chee, like she'd been splashed with boiling water.

Already weak, the man's hard slap left her dizzy and seeing stars.

"Get up, you bitch!"

The red-haired man got more aggressive, grabbing her hair and yanking her off the ground.

Charlotte resisted with all her strength, knowing that giving in would only make things worse.

She couldn't let them take her. The outcome would be far more dire.

"Damn it, you stubborn woman! You look weak, but you're tough to handle."

The red-haired man struggled to pull Charlotte up, growing more frustrated by the second.

Charlotte seized the brief moment to speak, "Do you want money? I can give you double whatever they're offering. I swear."

Her voice was weak, but she had to speak up, fearing she might not get another chance.

"How much can you give?" The man with yellow teeth asked, his greed evident. More money was always better.

The red-haired man, however, was impatient. "The money they're offering is plenty, but women like her are rare. Just let me have my fun, please!" "You're pathetic! You just got dumped and haven't learned your lesson.You'll get burned by women again!" the yellow-toothed man scolded,then glanced at Charlotte.

He, too, found her attractive. Less money but a woman like her didn't seem like a bad deal.

He said, "Fine, but I go first. I want to see what it's like to be with a rich man's woman."

Hearing their conversation, Charlotte felt a deep sense of despair. Her offer hadn't swayed them.

Desperately, she said, "Name your price! Triple, five times, ten times. I'll pay anything. Just don't touch me."

The red-haired man squatted in front of her, his greasy fingers gripping her chin.

"No amount of money will do! I can always make more money, but a woman like you is priceless. If I don't have my way with you today,my manhood is worthless!"

His vulgar words made Charlotte realize her dire situation.

Regaining some strength, she saw his filthy mouth approaching and mustered all her energy to knee him in the groin.

She felt the impact and, despite the disgust, used the moment to scramble towards the traffic.

She'd rather die in traffic than be violated by these men.

"You bitch! How dare you run!" The yellow-toothed man chased after her,

while the red-haired man screamed in pain, "Kill her! She ruined me! My manhood hurts! I'll never marry!"

Charlotte ran towards the road, but her vision blurred, and her ears rang.

She saw a van approaching and tried to flag it down.

The driver, thinking she was a scammer, swerved around her and sped off.

As dusk fell and traffic thinned, Charlotte's hope dwindled.

She collapsed,overwhelmed by despair.

The yellow-toothed man. caught up, yanking her hair, "You bitch! You hurt my brother. No amount of money can fix this. Today, I'll ruin you!My brothers and I will fill every hole in your body!"

He lifted her roughly.

A car stopped, and a driver rolled down the window, "What's going on?Do you need the police?"

Charlotte found hope, but she couldn't speak.

The yellow-toothed man covered her mouth, shouting,"Mind your own business! This is my woman. She cheated, and I'm punishing her!"

To make his story convincing, he pointed to the red-haired man clutching his groin in paín.

"See? That's the lover! I caught them! Now get lost!"

Charlotte struggled, but she was no match for him.

The driver,believing the story, drove off, leaving Charlotte in despair. Would she never find a dignified way to die?

The yellow-toothed man hoisted her under his arm, the stench making her gag.

They threw her into their filthy car, the smell of sweat, gasoline,and something worse making her vomit.

"Why does she keep puking? Is she pregnant?"

"Pregnant? Great! I've never had a pregnant woman. Let's see if we can get some milk out of her." They laughed maniacally.

Charlotte's hands were tied behind her. Despite her fear, she forced herself to stay calm.

If she couldn't die in the car, she wouldn't give up. She'd fight to the end.

As the car started1, Charlotte memorized the route, trying to figure out where they were taking her.

A loud crash threw her from the back seat, slamming her into the front.