Chapter 9 1288 Vouchers Chapter 9 Olivia nestled in his arms and whispered, "Nothing bad will happen, right?" Alexander sneered, "She chose those men herself. What could possibly go wrong?" He paused mid-stride, listening intently. Hearing no screams from the room, he walked away reassured. He didn't know Sophie had stopped screaming because the beggars had already swarmed her. Years at Reformatory trained her well-no matter how many men took turns on her, she never made a sound. Crying out only invited worse beatings. The beggars' hands slithered over Sophie like venomous snakes, tearing her clothes and trampling her dignity. Her body lay like a broken doll for their amusement. Fingers clawing the bloodstained sheets until her knuckles whitened, she remained utterly silent. Alexander's words echoed in her mind: "She chose those men herself. What could possibly go wrong?" Her heart constricted as if crushed by an invisible fist, stealing her breath. All night they violated Sophie. Her body felt ripped apart, crimson soaking the sheets. Eyes vacant, she stared at the ceiling while filthy men moved over her. At dawn, the beggars finally rose, fastening their pants as they left satisfied. Sophie curled naked on the floor, battered like discarded rags. Time blurred before she numbly staggered upright and stumbled out. Gasps erupted around her: "What happened? Why's she naked?" "My God! What-her intestines are protruding..." Sophie shuffled forward, deaf to the chaos. A flight reminder chimed on her phone-today was her escape day. 0.0% 12:38 Chapter 9 So close. She'd clung to life through Reformatory's horrors, clinging to hope. Now her body and soul lay shattered. Tears fell as she read the alert. No escape left. The man she loved, Alexander, had thrust her into hell. Again. His call came then, sharp with fury: "You rebellious little bitch! Ignoring me all night? Enjoy playing victim? You picked those men-what could they possibly do to you?" Sophie gazed at her wounds, desolation flooding her. What could they do? They'd ravaged her all night as she tried to flee. Memories of Reformatory fused with fresh torment-an inescapable hellscape. They'd destroyed her completely. Alexander's voice cut through: "Enough theatrics. Attend Olivia's and my wedding today. No tricks. We're impossible-witness the ceremony and accept it." 11 288 Vouchers Sophie finally spoke, her voice hoarse and calm: "Alright, Uncle Alexander, I'll make sure you see me with your own eyes." After saying that, she hung up the phone, pressed the elevator button, and went up to the hotel rooftop. Alexander hung up the phone, feeling uneasy for some reason. Just as he was about to call Sophie again, the wedding car pulled up at the hotel entrance. With a loud bang- A figure plummeted from above, crashing right in front of his car. Screams of terror erupted around him as he slowly looked up, pupils contracting sharply - Through the shattered windshield, he saw Sophie's face. Covered in blood, her eyes wide open in death. 51.3% 12:38