Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Enduring her revulsion, Nicole placed his large hand on her chest, with only her thin bra in between. The softness of her skin made the man’s heart pound.
The man grew more impatient, moving closer in an attempt to ki*s Nicole, tearing at her clothes.
Nicole pretended to cooperate, moving closer and offering her lips.
Just as the man was about to ki*s her, Nicole struck.
Without hesitation, Nicole plunged the fruit fork into the man’s carotid artery.
The man’s eyes bulged with shock, and he opened his mouth to scream.
But it was already too late. Nicole had swiftly covered his mouth with her hand, muffling any sounds he tried to make.
With a firm push, Nicole drove the fruit fork deeper into his neck until it was fully buried, causing blood to spray out and coat her hand completely.
The man’s final look was one of sheer disbelief. He couldn’t fathom how a delicate woman like Nicole possessed the strength to end his life.
Having trafficked countless girls over the years, the man had never imagined meeting his end at the hands of one of them. It was a grim sort of humor, a darkly ironic twist of fate.
Seeing that the man had ceased breathing, Nicole gently lowered him onto the bed before withdrawing her only weapon, the fruit fork.
Blood splattered everywhere, soaking the wooden walls of the small hut.
Nicole’s clothing was drenched in blood as well. At this point, she paid no mind to the filthy bucket of water. Instead, she used it to cleanse both her body and the fork until neither bore any trace of blood.
This humble fruit fork was invaluable. It could just save her life, serving as her sole ally and beacon of hope.
After tidying herself up, Nicole redressed and positioned herself by the window of the hut. To her astonishment, she noticed a guard making his way toward her.
The quiet emanating from the hut had seemingly piqued the guard’s curiosity, prompting him to check on the situation.
With quick thinking, Nicole started to violently shake the bed and produced artificial moans to accompany the act.
The guard, hearing the noises, smirked suggestively before walking away. Clearly, he concluded that the occupants were still busy, given the uproar coming from inside.
Then, the guard muttered under his breath, his pulse quickening. He entertained the thought of possibly joining in later.
Though the guard wasn’t permitted to engage with the women in that room, Nicole, having been summoned separately, was an exception in his book.
His interest was piqued, and he entertained thoughts of having his own version of fun.
As the guard stood outside, lost in his thoughts, Nicole, fatigued from her act with the bed, mustered the energy to open the door.
The guard, who had been waiting outside and smoking with growing impatience, caught sight of Nicole. Her clothes were damp and clung tightly to her figure, which made his eyes widen in surprise.
The temptation was palpable. Her cheeks glowed with joy, and she appeared utterly content.
Nicole walked up to the guard and feigned a stumble, conveniently falling into his arms.
Though they shared no common language, some sentiments transcended words.
The guard discarded his cigarette, crushing it underfoot, then hoisted Nicole up and carried her toward the rear of the hut.
Men like the guard were rough around the edges. Inside the lounge, a higher-ranking officer slumbered, and having the officer relinquish his quarters was out of the question.
Instead, the guard took Nicole to a secluded spot at the back of the hut and began his assault.
As the guard attempted to pull down Nicole’s pants, Nicole responded swiftly, embracing him tightly and inhaling deeply before making her move.
The guard’s gasp of surprise underscored his awe at Nicole’s audacity and bravery. She was bold and intriguing, a force to be reckoned with. It was no mystery why another had sought her company in the dead of night.
Convinced Nicole was amenable, the guard allowed her to take charge.
Nicole gracefully rose to her feet and sent him a ki*s that left him reeling with desire.
Then, with chilling composure, Nicole drove a fruit fork deep into his neck.
Unlike the previous man, the guard was stronger and managed to hurl Nicole to the ground with a grunt.
A stabbing pain radiated through Nicole’s chest, hinting at broken ribs. “Puff!” Exhaling sharply, blood burst from her lips, splattering the vibrant green grass with vivid red hues.
The guard clutched at his throat, his attempts to call for help reduced to desperation. With the fruit fork embedded in his vocal cords, only muffled gurgling sounds escaped him.
Blood streamed from the wound in his throat. He could no longer hold himself upright and gradually sank to his knees.
The fork remained lodged in his neck, his breath ragged. Despite his dire state, he fixed Nicole with a glare filled with fury and malice, inching toward her.
Men in this line of work were relentless. Even on the brink of death, his intent to end Nicole’s life persisted. He struggled to make any audible sound, hoping to catch the attention of two other guards nearby.
Luckily, the secluded spot behind the hut, shielded by thick grass, kept their struggle unnoticed.
Nicole had a sense of where the other guards were positioned. Two more were stationed about 500 meters away, oblivious to the chaos unfolding here.
The night had descended to this deep, dark hour when even those well -rested from the day found their senses dulled, their sharpness to sounds and sights significantly blunted.
Nicole’s body was a map of pain, her bones seeming to grind against her flesh. Immobilized, she couldn’t muster the strength to crawl or even lift her arms.
Yet, she mentally steeled herself, refusing to succumb to death at the hands of her ruthless captors. Inside the wooden house, numerous young girls awaited her, their plans for escape hinging on her signal.
Nicole had made a promise, and now, all their hopes were tethered to her resolve.
As the guard reached for Nicole’s foot, she summoned every ounce of willpower, slowly propped herself against the wall, and stood.
With a swift turn, she snatched a vine from the ground and wrapped it tightly around the guard’s neck, strangling him.
Nicole opted not to use the fruit fork. Clenching his vocal cords was enough to silence him.
After a tense fifty count, the guard’s head lolled to the side, his body ceasing to move.
Nicole crumpled to the ground, her entire body numb.
Nicole knew any of these breathing ruthless men surrounding the girls would never let them escape, no matter what. If they sensed any hint of trouble, they would eliminate everyone.
To these cold-hearted captors, human Lives were disposable. Even if they slaughtered these “goods,” replacements were always available. Money was their only concern.
Nicole spat a mouthful of blood onto the face of the guard in a small act of defiance. He had it coming.
After resting briefly, no more than five minutes, Nicole pushed herself to stand. There was no time for respite. Other girls were relying on her.
Moving stealthily, Nicole reached the hut and found cover. Peeking out, she checked if the two guards remained at their posts.
The facility was tightly secured at every level, making a straightforward escape impossible.
Even if she had neutralized these two guards, numerous other checkpoints, each manned by half a dozen guards, lay ahead.
Moreover, the guards at the main gate were a different breed altogether.
Nicole knew the two men she had taken care of neglected to bring their firearms, allowing her to seize the moment and overpower them.
However, the guards stationed outside were armed with real weapons.
Should she and the other girls attempt to confront those well-armed stout guards with makeshift weapons, it was evident that they couldn’t even stand a chance before meeting their demise.
After analyzing the situation, Nicole concluded that the sole recourse lay in the pickup truck parked in the courtyard, for which she had just acquired the keys from the perished guard.
Concealing every abducted girl inside the vehicle offered their only chance of escape.
While the notion seemed far-fetched, it presented the most viable and solitary option.
Fleeing into the mountains proved impractical. Aside from the dangers posed by wolves, tigers, and leopards, the guards were adept at navigating the mountain terrain. Without sustenance or support, the abducted girls would inevitably be discovered, with no hope of timely rescue.
Hence, Nicole had meticulously deliberated on this approach. The moment to take action had arrived, Leaving her and the other abducted girls no other way out!
Nicole observed one of the two guards outside departing for the washroom. This signaled his need for relief, a process likely to consume time.
For if it were merely a matter of urination, he could have attended to it discreetly in a secluded spot or upon the grass.
These individuals lacked civilized habits. Their lifestyle mirrored that of primitive societies.
Capitalizing on the other guard’s smoking respite, Nicole swiftly retreated to the original modest hut.
Unlocking the door from outside, Nicole’s presence instilled such fear in those within that they trembled at the mere sound of its opening. Even as Nicole stood before them, they remained frozen in place, too terrified to move.
In a hushed tone, Nicole inquired, “Would you like to leave with me?”
Silence enveloped the hut. Every occupant remained paralyzed by fear or bound by silence.
Nicole asked again, “Do you desire to depart? Should I embark on a quest for aid, the journey will be protracted, and the risk of discovery elevated. There’s no assurance of my return. However, if we depart collectively, safety is uncertain, yet I pledge to safeguard each of you to the best of my ability!”
Following Nicole’s impassioned plea, a trembling hand rose, belonging to a very young girl. “Miss, I will join you…”