"Yo, another one. Is she your friend?" The man just started to step towards Sophie Smith, but Irene Morton grabbed his wrist.
"I don’t know her." Her tone was sowhat cold, with a hint of detachnt.
"Irene, what exactly do you want to do?" Sophie walked over, directly pushing away the man hugging Irene. The man, who was sowhat drunk, was caught off guard by Sophie’s push and stumbled to the ground.
"Where the hell did you co from? How dare you lay a hand on ?" The man’s rage flared up instantly, and he grabbed Sophie’s wrist forcefully. Despite his drunkenness, his strength was considerable, and Sophie bit her lip, her face turning pale from the pain.
People around had been staring at her for quite a while, but no one seed to recognize her. Maybe they were drunk and unclear-minded, or perhaps in this remote, noisy, and even outdated chaotic area, it was understandable for them not to be familiar with her.
"Let go!" Sophie struggled for a while, only to receive even more violence in return. The man raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.
Sophie’s body was knocked to the side, and seeing the situation escalating, Irene realized things were going wrong.
"Hey, don’t bother with her. I’m really not that familiar with her. Let’s go to my place, just ignore her." Irene anxiously tugged on the man’s sleeve.
"Why not take her with us? With so many of my brothers, are you sure you can handle it alone?" The man laughed maliciously.
Irene’s body went rigid and icy, as she clenched her fists tightly, her body slightly trembling.
"I think it’s better to take her with us." The man signaled with his eyes and ordered several n beside him to grab Sophie.
Sophie wanted to cry out loud, but was abruptly silenced by a man’s rough hand over her mouth. The n dragged them towards the house where Irene lived, not far away.
Irene stood at the door, her hands trembling as she inserted the key. At the mont she turned the key, she seed to hesitate over sothing. With so many n standing behind her, if they really went inside together, it would likely be a dead end. Her hand stopped on the doorknob, delaying the door from opening.
"Hurry up, why are you dawdling?" The man’s voice was impatient.
Sophie stood beside her, and Irene curled her lips, but it was a rather helpless smile.
"I told you not to be overly sympathetic. Look what happened now; you might lose your own innocence. When the ti cos, Brother Asher definitely won’t let off." Irene’s voice was small, but Sophie heard her words clearly.
Sophie had to admit, at this mont, her feelings were a ss of panic, like a wall surrounding them, making any chance of escape impossible.
Finally, Irene opened the door, gripping Sophie’s hand tightly. Sophie was sowhat surprised, not knowing what she intended to do. "This ti, let’s just say I’m paying for my past mistakes."
Sophie was increasingly confused. What on earth was she talking about?
Before she could react, Irene forcefully pushed her into the room and then shut the door, turning the key in the opposite direction a few tis to lock it from the outside.
"What are you doing?" The n grew wary, reaching out to snatch the key from Irene’s hand. Irene raised her hand and threw the key outside.
"Are you ssing with ?" The man seed angered by her actions, his drunkenness clearing, and he reached out, gripping her neck tightly.
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