Chapter 316: I Can’t Wait to See

Claire forced a wry smile and slowly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable torment she could no longer change.

“What’s this? Have you accepted your fate of being tossed into Crimson Lane? Aren’t you going to plead with me? Who knows, if you beg hard enough, I might just show you some mercy,” Harrison taunted, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice when he didn’t see the hysteria and desperation he had hoped for.

Claire opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. “Really? If I beg for mercy, you’ll let me go? I doubt it. Even if I were to die here, you’d still leave me to be defiled by those monsters outside just to enjoy the show.”

If there had been a sliver of hope left in her heart about Harrison, it was gone now. At that moment, she understood fully just how deeply he loathed her. Harrison wanted her to suffer, to experience a fate worse than death. What could she possibly expect from him now?

“You might be right. But what if there’s a slim chance? Look at the crowd outside; they’re just waiting to get their hands on you. Aren’t you scared?” Harrison pressed, watching her with a mix of annoyance and something else he couldn’t quite place.

He felt a sharp, involuntary pain in his heart, but in his view, some pain was normal. After all, they had grown up together and spent so many years in each other’s company.

Claire turned to glance out the window, and her heart sank. A ring of men surrounded the car, all of them leering with predatory hunger. Young and old, tall and short, they were a grotesque assortment, each one’s gaze filled with a ravenous desire. The youngest looked barely old enough to be considered an adult, while the oldest appeared frail and barely able to stand. Yet, regardless of age or size, they all shared that same lewd, hungry look—like wolves who had finally spotted their prey.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t terrified; Claire felt her body shaking uncontrollably, though she fought to maintain her composure. “Just do it,” she managed to say, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“Good. I hope you can keep that bravado for a little while longer! Open the door and toss her out!” Harrison snapped, losing patience as he signaled for her to be thrown from the car.

At that moment, Claire realized just how weak her legs had become. As soon as she was pushed out, she crumpled to the ground, unable to stand, collapsing with a thud.

Harrison’s car pulled away, but he didn’t leave entirely; he just moved further down the street, giving the men room to close in on her and unleash their cruelty.

As the car disappeared from view, the men approached her slowly, almost hesitantly at first. It was as if they were waiting for some unspoken signal. After a moment, they seemed to confirm something among themselves and finally reached out with greedy hands.

“Damn! It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a pretty girl!” one of them exclaimed, his voice dripping with lust.

“Yeah! I’m practically drooling over here,” another chimed in.

“Today, I’m going to enjoy myself,” a third declared, shoving his way to the front.

“No one better tries to take her from me!” One man lunged forward and grabbed Claire by the arm, dragging her out into the open. She was pulled across the ground, her body scraping against the rough surface, blood beginning to seep from her wounds, leaving a horrific trail of crimson behind.

The pain was overwhelming, threatening to knock her out, and the thought of fighting back was completely out of the question—she simply didn’t have the strength.

From the very beginning, Claire knew she was doomed. She had never even considered fighting back. But as the moment drew closer, Claire was taken aback by just how much pain she was about to endure. Her back felt like it was on fire, searing with agony. Before she could even process that pain, her clothes were torn apart with a sharp rip, and hands began to crawl over her.

“Ah! So soft!”

“So sweet!”

“I’m going to fuck her hard! I’m going to have my way with her!”

Filthy words echoed in her ears, but Claire had long since given up on hope. She had resigned herself to the fact that today was going to end in death, and if that was the case, she might as well take a few of them down with her.

“Wait! I’m in a bit of pain here. Let me catch my breath. How can I serve you well if I’m not in top shape?” Claire shouted, her fists clenched tightly as she tried to project confidence amidst the chaos.

“Whoa, didn’t see that coming—a little minx, huh?”

“Hahaha, this is gonna be fun! We’re all waiting for you!”

The crowd surged with excitement at her words, their enthusiasm only fueling her resolve. As they reveled in the moment, Claire seized the opportunity. In a flash, she lunged forward, grabbing one man by the throat and slamming him to the ground.

Claire hadn’t spent all that time in the underground fighting scene for nothing; she knew how to throw a punch.

Harrison, watching from a distance in his car, was taken aback by her sudden burst of aggression, but it only fueled his delight. He mused to himself, a smirk creeping across his face, “Very good, Claire! This is getting interesting. But just wait—what’s coming next will be far worse than anything you can imagine! I can’t wait to see it unfold!”