The moment Leslie heard the word "die," Leslie Winkle felt as if her heart had been plunged into ice.
She was just a college student. She had only wanted to study hard, to get out of her rural hometown, to change her fate. How had she ended up in a nightmare like this?
The tall man looked at her with a twisted smile. "I like them to keep quiet. If you like, you can have her after."
After saying that, he grabbed her chest and started to ravage her.
She cried out through the gag, tears streaming as she struggled, but her resistance meant nothing against him. Her life collapsed around her.
Time lost all meaning. Every second stretched endlessly, filled with humiliation, terror, and helplessness. Her world collapsed piece by piece.
In her despair, she thought of Isabella. Then she thought of Vanessa Cruz. Was this what happened to people who had no power? Were they really meant to be trampled on like this?
