Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 217

Chapter 217

After waiting for what felt like forever, Quinn was still clueless about how her actions had becthe talk of the

town. Meanwhile, the man received a hefty payment of a million and a half bucks from Clara, right on his phone.

Finally, freedom was in his grasp.

He turned to Quinn, who was utterly bewildered, and couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, Quinn, you thought you had it

all figured out, but someone outsmarted you."

Quinn was starting to panic. The Bradfords were nowhere to be seen, and she felt her confidence slipping. "What

do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaky.

The guy had been itching to get back at her for years. He'd swallowed his pride one too many times because of

her. Now, with money in hand and a ticket out of town, he wasn't going to miss his chance to put her in her

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place.

In a fit of rage, he began tearing at her clothes.

Quinn was caught off guard. "What are you doing?! Do you even know who | am?! You better stop right now, or

you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

"You bitch," he snarled, "when you took my ear from me, | swore I'd get my revenge."

Quinn tried to scream, but he slapped her repeatedly until her face was swollen. He unleashed his fury, leaving

her dazed and unable to wrap her head around the situation.

She begged for mercy, but he wasn't listening, just kept on thrusting.

Quinn's eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage. When her family arrived, she'd make sure this man paid, make

sure he met his end! However, after hours of torment, they still hadn't shown up.

Feeling satisfied, he tied her up and dumped her in an alley. "She's all yours, have at it!" he laughed as he

walked away.

Hastily, he booked the first flight out, eager to escape the country. It's often said that it's better to have a

gentleman as an enemy than a scumbag. Scumbags are vindictive and strike back with the dirtiest tricks.

Quinn had never felt such fear; she was utterly powerless. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The plan was for

Clara to be the one humiliated.

A few homeless people were loitering in the alley. Spotting Quinn lying there, they exchanged glances.

"Get lost! Stay away from me! You aren't fit to lay a finger on me! When | get back, I'll make sure you're all

finished!"

Even now, she couldn't bring herself to back down. Years of crushing others had becsecond nature to her.

Quinn was sobbing when she noticed a tall man stop nearby. His build was impressive, and even with a silver

mask, he exuded authority. Her eyes brightened as she reached out. "Help me, please."

The beggars were spooked by the man's presence and froze. But he merely lit a cigarette, his gaze indifferent, as

if he hadn't seen a thing.

Realizing he wouldn't step in, the vagrants resumed their approach. In the dim alley, the grim reality continued

to play out.

Quinn watched him turn a blind eye, her chest heaving violently before she coughed up blood. Was she hearing

things, or did he coldly mutter, "What makes you think you deserve my help?"

Her mind was a whirlwind, her overwhelming hatred threatening to consher. Rage, despair, and an even

deeper loathing twisted inside her. Everything was Clara's fault, and she would never let Clara off the hook. As

long as she breathed, Clara would pay!