Chapter 30: If She Were a Virgin

Caroline’s breakdown triggered vivid memories of Anna’s death four years ago, intertwining with the image of Caroline nearly being assaulted tonight.

“Yes, Frederick,” Richard nodded respectfully and set the plan in motion.

Meanwhile, at Eclipse Nightclub, Claire was cleaning when a group of men suddenly stormed in.

“Are you Claire?” one of them demanded.

“Yes, what’s going on?” Claire instinctively took a step back, sensing their hostility.

“Take her away,” they commanded, grabbing Claire and dragging her into a private room.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Claire’s heart raced with fear as she was pulled into the room.

“You don’t need to know who we are. Just know that we’re here to take good care of you tonight,” one of them sneered.

They shoved her onto the couch, and as they began to pull off her mask and hat, they ripped at her clothes.

“Damn, this girl doesn’t have much weight, but her figure is amazing!” one of the men exclaimed.

“Yeah, she’s got a nice shape – slim waist, big butt, and great boobs. I like this type,” another added.

“Let’s not waste time. She should give us a dance first, right?” one suggested, excitement in his voice.

As they tore off Claire’s mask and hat, revealing her face, their eyes lit up with thrill. Hands reached out to touch her, groping her without restraint.

“Please… don’t… I’m begging you…” Claire pleaded, trembling on the couch, feeling utterly trapped.

This scene mirrored a traumatic memory from prison, where she had been stripped and humiliated by a group of women. Now, instead of women, it was a group of men, and the horrifying memories flooded back, overwhelming her.

“Don’t you know? The more you resist, the more we want to ravage you,” one taunted.

“Yeah, wolves love little lambs like you,” another chimed in with a sinister laugh.

“Stop talking and strip her! Get her into something sexy; I can’t wait to see her like that,” one of the men urged, his excitement palpable.

“Should we give her something to make her more compliant? She’d be irresistible like that,” one suggested.

“Just do whatever you want and make it quick. I’m feeling really turned on.”

There was even a guy who tried to offer Claire drugs.

“Please… don’t do this… I may look good on the outside, but I’m not worth it. I have scars,” Claire stammered, fighting to suppress her fear.

With trembling hands, she lifted her shirt to show them the scar on her abdomen.

The men paused, taken aback by the sight of the long scar.

“Please, just let me go! I’m not worth it; you wouldn’t want to touch me if you knew,” Claire urged, sensing a flicker of hesitation in their eyes.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd chimed in, “That scar looks… pretty nice, all curvy like a wheat stalk. Jacob will definitely like it.”

“Charlie, are you talking about that pervert, the ruthless Jacob Manson?” another person asked.

“I know that Jacob too,” others chimed in agreement.

“No way! My scar isn’t pretty at all! I-” Claire started to protest, but before she could finish, a man stuffed her cleaning jacket into her mouth to silence her.

“Shut up! Go on, Charlie,” he said, turning his attention back to the man who had suggested sending Claire to Jacob.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Jacob has said before that he likes women with scars, especially if they’re attractive. If he’s satisfied, he might pay five million dollars,” Charlie continued, his eyes gleaming at the mention of money.

“Five million! Just think about how many beautiful, sexy women we could get for that! Why bother with a scarred one? We’re not perverts like Jacob,” Charlie added.

“Exactly! If we get in good with Jacob, we could make a fortune in this club,” another voice piped up.

“I agree, let’s send her to Jacob,” one after another, they all nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing the five million, they were nearly unanimous in their decision to hand Claire over to Jacob.

Charlie clapped his hands, declaring, “Alright, let’s tie her up. And remember, don’t touch her! First, take her for a check-up. If she’s a virgin, she’ll be worth even more.”

With that, Charlie pulled out his phone to call Jacob.

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were standing outside the door.

“They’re planning to send that woman to Jacob,” one said.

“Jacob is notorious in Kingstown. If she goes to him, she won’t survive,” the other replied.

“Should we tell Frederick about this?” the first one asked.

These two were the manager and a server from the Eclipse Nightclub.