Isabelle Somerville had duct tape over her mouth, her hands tied behind her back, and her legs bound with tape, unable to move at all.
She looked at the people around her in terror and despair. She had just gone shopping like any other day and never expected to be kidnapped on her way back.
After graduation, she encountered human traffickers, and now she was being kidnapped again. She just wanted to be a lazy rich second-generation, lying at home with no big ambitions. Why did she have to face such things?
"Mmm... mmm..."
She wanted to speak, but could only make whimpering noises.
The man with streaks of yellow in his hair saw Isabelle struggling fiercely, irritably slapped her across the face, and said impatiently, "Behave yourself, or else you'll feel worse."
Isabelle's eyes widened, tears seemingly frozen in her eyes, not daring to make the slightest move.
She didn't understand. These people didn't seem to be after money or lust; what was the meaning of kidnapping her?
