NovelEnglishChapter 48 After Effie's restraints were cut loose, she gingerly flexed her aching wrists, scanning the abandoned factory for anything she could use a tool, a way out, anything.
But her hopes were abruptly dashed by the bald man's harsh snarl. "Listen, sweetheart, you'd better play nice, or things are gonna get a whole lot worse for you." Effie feigned meekness, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing. "Please, sir, I don't understand what's going on. This is my first time..." The two kidnappers exchanged glances, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. Suddenly, the scarred man pulled out his phone and started recording, setting Effie's nerves on edge. An icy jolt of dread shot through her.
Her eyes widened in panic. "What are you doing? What do you want from me?" "Don't take it personal," the scarred man said with a twisted grin. "We're just doing a job. Someone paid us, and they want... pictures. Plus, we need sinsurance. If you try going to the cops, we've got evidence to make your life hell." Effie's heart pounded. "No, please-you don't have to worry, I swear I won't tell anyone. I won't go to the police..." Damn it, this had to be Suzan's doing.
How vicious could she get? Was she trying to ruin her completely? "Too bad, honey. It's not up to you," the bald man sneered.
They closed in on her. Effie braced herself, ready to fight to the bitter end. She would die before letting these monsters get their way.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe scarred man wasted no time, reaching for her collar. Effie retreated desperately, but with a quick, savage yank, he tore her blouse open. The pink strap of her bra and pale skin were suddenly exposed.
The scarred man licked his lips, his breathing ragged. This was his lucky day- she was better than he'd dared hope.
Her skin looks so soft, he thought, can't wait to get my hands on her.
The bald man fumbled forward, just as eager.
Effie's eyes brimmed with tears of rage, but cornered and outnumbered, she was powerless. She glared at them, a trapped lioness ready to go down fighting.
She wanted nothing more than to kill them both.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Effie spotted a metal rod lying in the shadows. She edged backward, reaching for it, desperate for any chance to defend herself.
But the bald man spotted it first. He kicked the rod away, then lunged for her, his filthy hands grabbing at her chest.
At that exact moment, a thunderous crash echoed through the factory.
The heavy steel door crashed to the ground with a cloud of dust, and a tall man stormed in. He wore a sharp black suit, moving with a deadly calm.
The moment Effie saw Lyman, her composure finally broke. Tears she'd been fighting spilled down her cheeks. At last, he was here.
Lyman took in the scene-Effie's torn clothes, the fear in her eyes-and his gaze turned cold as steel, glinting with lethal intent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe charged forward, landing a brutal kick that sent the bald man reeling. Without a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Effie's shoulders.
Effie's eyes welled up again; she gripped the jacket as if it were a lifeline.
"Are you hurt?" Lyman asked, his voice low and tight with emotion.
Effie shook her head, clinging to him. "I'm okay. Thank you. Thank God you carme, Lymanank you.
Lyman."
For a split second, something gentle flickered in Lyman's eyes then it was gone, replaced by a chilling fury. "You two must have a death wish," he growled.
His face was a mask of barely restrained violence. Not satisfied, he drove his foot into each kidnapper again for good measure.
The two thugs were stunned senseless, sent sprawling across the cracked concrete floor.
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