In My Desperate Time
Chapter 478: Let Me Go

I back up to get out of here.

I quickly turn around and walk to the door. I see two tall and strong men as soon as I open the door.

Whitney sneers behind me and says, "Jane, what do you think this place is? You can't get out of here easily."

"Whitney, what do you want to do?"

Knowing that I can't leave here for the time being, I look at her in horror and ask.

"You will know."

An unfathomable smile appears on Whitney's face.

I stand there anxiously until a sound of footsteps comes from the door.

Five or six tall men show up at the door.

They look as fierce as tigers and wolves. I take two steps back in fear.

"That's all?"

It seems that Whitney is disappointed.

I already know what she wants to do.

Frances asked a few gangsters to rape her before. It has become a shadow to her. Now that she has seized an opportunity, she will take revenge.

It turns out that it is not always a good thing to know the truth.

Because I'm even more afraid now.

I look at them, trying to calm down, "You used to be soldiers. Soldiers are upright and law-abiding. You can't do this."

However, they don't respond to me. Their expressions don't change. They stand at the door, waiting for Whitney to give the order.

"Take her to the warehouse. I don't want you to mess up my place. But you can make her shout louder. I'll be glad to hear that." "Yes, Ms. Whitney."

Two of them walk over and carry me out.

At this moment, I finally know what despair is.

"Whitney! You can't do this! Let me go! Frances won't forgive you!"

I shout at Whitney as I struggle.

I don't want to experience what she has been through.

These men are all special force soldiers. I won't be able to run away. What should I do?

I come here to save Frances and I'm prepared for the worst result.

But I don't expect this.

What should I do?

What can I do?

"Frances... Frances."

I whisper his name. Tears roll down from the corners of my eyes.

I'm scared. I don't want to be assaulted by these men.

To me, it's even worse than death.

Most importantly, I can't save Frances in this way.

My sacrifice is of no use.

I feel that my heart is filled with despair.

"Please let me go."

I can only beg them.

However, the hope is soon gone.

People who have received special training are almost emotionless. How can they be soft-hearted to me?

I cry as they take me to a warehouse. They throw me on the ground.

They immediately surround me.

Only then do I understand how desperate Whitney was at that time.

No one will come to save me.

If time travelled back, I wouldn't have come to this dangerous place alone.

Suddenly, I remember Hilda's gaze the last time I saw her.

It seems that she knew what is going to happen. Have I fallen into her trap?

"Jack, take it. One for each person."

One of them says.

I raise my head and meet two men's fierce gazes. They have leather whips in their hands.000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐