Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
As the car wound through the mountainous terrain, Nicole watched the passing scenery intently. The driver’s steady driving lulled her into drowsiness, and soon, the two girls beside her had fallen asleep.
But Nicole clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay alert. Every second was crucial, and she was determined to capitalize on any opportunity.
Regrettably, she noticed that the car had been modified. Door locks were installed on the outside to thwart any escape attempts from within.
Abandoning the idea of fleeing through the doors, Nicole continued to watch the trees and birds flit by the window.
After about an hour and a half, the car halted at a secluded courtyard at the mountain’s base, cleverly concealed.
The driver honked three times, and someone on the inside opened the gate.
The journey continued along a hidden mountain road, revealing that the courtyard was merely a facade, camouflaged by trees.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a cluster of wooden buildings, both large and small.
The driver honked twice, summoning two armed men who began directing the girls to disembark. Their accents were unfamiliar, not from Ambrosia.
Nicole stepped out compliantly, but the girl behind her hesitated and received a harsh slap from the group’s leader. The slap was forceful.
Blood trickled from the girl’s mouth.
While Nicole didn’t understand the man’s muttered words, his tone was unmistakably scolding. The frightened girl quickly scrambled out of the car.
Nicole and the others were led to a tent.
The flap opened, and they were ushered inside, where Nicole saw about a dozen other young girls. Like her, they appeared to be treated as mere commodities.
Nicole found a corner to sit down, and the two younger girls joined her.
Once the tent door shut, darkness enveloped them. The air inside the tent was stifling, hot and humid with a pungent mix of odors, including the unmistakable smell of blood. It was evident that this space had seen much suffering.
There were bloodstains and signs of others having dealt with their physical needs here.
Outside, guards kept watch, compelling Nicole to keep her voice down.
Relying on her memory in the darkness, she noticed a girl nearby, around twenty years old. Quietly, she asked, “How long have you been here?”
The girl, visibly startled, hesitated. Previous punishments for speaking had been severe, and the fear of being overheard was palpable.
Furthermore, the guards were not from Ambrosia. They showed no understanding or mercy, regardless of the girls’ pleas or tears, responding only with brutality. Thus, after such harsh lessons, the girl was too frightened to speak.
Undeterred, Nicole persisted softly, “It’s okay. We’re together. They can’t hear us if we keep our voices low.”
The girl remained silent, so Nicole added, “Don’t lose hope. Our chances will shrink even more if we’re taken to another country.”
After a brief pause, the girl whispered back, “We were brought here this morning.”
Encouraged, Nicole probed further, “Were there others here when you arrived?”
The girl nodded and said, “They were just taken away.”
Nicole calculated that, based on the timing, they might be taken away early the following morning. This meant they still had some time and didn’t have to be completely passive.
However, it was still light outside, and everyone was awake. It wasn’t a good time to act. After some thought, Nicole whispered something to the girls on her left and right, and they passed it on.
After finishing her message, everyone started to rest, even if they couldn’t sleep. They closed their eyes and tried to relax.
Finally, night fell. Nicole wasn’t sure how long it had been when the wooden door suddenly opened again.
A man holding a flashlight shone it on each person’s face. When he saw Nicole, he beckoned, “You, come out.”
Nicole recognized the voice. It was the man whose head she had injured. She hadn’t expected him to actually come.
Thinking this could work to her advantage, Nicole slowly stood up and walked over to him. Approaching, she feigned surprise and said, “Kind sir…”
Before she could finish, the man gestured for her to be quiet.
Nicole obediently nodded.
The man spoke to the guard in a language Nicole didn’t understand.
The guard nodded and gestured for him to hurry up.
The man then led Nicole to a small grass hut. It was extremely cramped, barely large enough for two people to move around in.
However, it had a light, which made it far better than the hut Nicole had been staying in. There was no strange smell, suggesting it was where the guards rested between shifts.
Once the door closed, the man untied the rope around Nicole’s hands and quickly revealed his true intentions. He reached out, trying to caress Nicole’s chest.
Nicole swiftly dodged his hand.
Frustrated, the man scolded, “What are you doing? Did you deceive me back then?”
“No, no, kind sir. I wouldn’t dare,” Nicole replied, her voice trembling slightly. “Can I ask you to get me some water for a bath? I haven’t washed in a long time, and I haven’t been able to go to the bathroom. I smell really bad…”
The man was captivated by Nicole’s gentle tone and leaned in to smell her. Despite her charm, she indeed had a strong, unpleasant odor.
When the man had opened the door to the hut earlier, the wind had blown in, and he almost vomited. The conditions inside were appalling, with feces, urine, and blood everywhere.
In such a filthy environment, even the most beautiful woman would lose her appeal. Remembering this, the man felt a strong reluctance to touch Nicole. He said, “Be obedient, and I’ll get you some water.”
Fortunately, a nearby mountain stream provided a steady supply of water.
As soon as the man left, Nicole stood up and frantically searched the room for anything useful.
All she found was a lighter. Just as she was about to give up, she heard the man returning with the water.
Feeling desperate, Nicole thought she would rather die than be with this man.
Just then, she stepped on something hard.
Looking down, Nicole saw a sturdy stainless steel fruit fork. She quickly picked it up. Hearing the man approaching, she had no time to hide it properly, so she tucked it into her shorts.
The man noisily pushed open the door and entered. Before the man entered, Nicole had seated obediently.
Relieved at her seeming obedience, the man placed the large wooden bucket of water inside the room and said, “Hurry up and wash yourself!”
The bucket was old and had likely been used by many people, including filthy men. Nicole found it repulsive. She frowned and asked, “Kind sir, do you have another bucket?”
Growing impatient, the man snapped, “What’s with all the demands? Do you want to wash or not? If you keep making excuses, I’ll take you outside to do it!”
“Okay, kind sir. Please don’t be angry,” Nicole replied in a low, fearful voice.
Seeing that the man had no intention of leaving, Nicole didn’t dare ask further. He urged her, “You only have three hours before dawn. Can you hurry up?”
Nicole nodded repeatedly. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it now.”
She turned her back to him, removing her jacket and then her tank top, leaving only a bra covering her beautiful back.
The sight of her delicate, butterfly-shaped shoulder blades made the man’s heart race. Drooling, he demanded, “Turn around and take it off in front of me!”
Feigning shyness, Nicole replied, “Sir, the allure of mystery is more enticing. I’ll give you a performance later.”
Excited by the promise of a performance, the man could hardly contain his anticipation. Under the assumption that Nicole was a call girl experienced in her line of work and likely knew a lot of tricks, he anticipated she would be far more intriguing than those dull women who were timid.
Nicole began to remove her pants instead. She placed her slender hands on her waist, revealing her delicate midriff, which was incredibly tempting.
The man grew aroused and increasingly anxious.
Nicole, adept at teasing, slowly undressed, heightening his desire.
Eager to see what else she had in store, the man forced himself to be patient.
As Nicole moved her hand from behind her back to the front, she grasped the fruit fork firmly and then slowly turned around.
The man, fixated on Nicole’s alluring curves, drooled. “Sweetie, why did you stop?”
The man supposed high-class club girls Like Nicole were skilled at playing these games, far more enticing than the ordinary women he was used to. This kind of teasing was a hundred times more arousing than just stripping.
His filthy hands reached out to touch Nicole. Nicole bit her lip to hide her disgust and then grabbed his hand, bringing it to her chest.
She knew she had only one chance. If the man survived, he would alert the guards outside. Those guards were armed with real weapons, and she wouldn’t be able to get close to them before being riddled with bullets.
Taking a deep breath, Nicole called the man “Kind sir” in a trembling voice, further arousing him.
Nicole’s techniques were incredibly effective. Without letting the man touch her most sensitive areas, she had the man more excited than ever.
The man commented silently that women who appeared serious on the surface could be wild in private.
Nicole knew she had to let the man touch her, or he would become impatient and lose interest.