Chapter 18-Lucky I Didn't Die Selene's POV: A violent jolt jerked me awake from unconsciousness. My head felt unbearably heavy, my limbs ached. I tried to wiggle my fingers. "Give me some chloroform. She's waking up," a hoarse male voice said beside me. "I don't have any." Wendy's calm, emotionless voice replied. "You can just kill her, like Miss Vanessa instructed." "I will-after I've had my fun with her little pussy. I've never tasted a high-tier woman before," another vile, perverted voice laughed, sending shivers down my spine. "She's not high-tier. She's a rogue, just like you-stinking," Wendy spat. I couldn't see her, but I could easily picture the sneer on her face as she spoke. Bitter rage filled my mouth. My hands trembled into fists. Everyone is born equal. I hated those who divided people into classes. Yes, I was a rogue, but I didn't stink, and I didn't harm others, so I had no reason to feel ashamed. rogues were usually divided into two types: those who obey the law, have steady jobs and housing but no pack, and true outlaws who survive on theft, assault, and murder. Murder. The word echoed ominously in my mind. My blood ran cold as fragments of their conversation flooded back-Vanessa had ordered them to kill me. Oh, Vanessa. I hoped you rotted in hell. I needed time to recover my strength. I struggled to untangle the anxiety knot in my stomach, racking my brain for a way to survive. I couldn't just sit and watch my life flash before me. I blinked, forcing my eyes open. The light was dim; I seemed to be inside a van. Wendy and a man sat in the front; a chubby man sat beside me. "She's awake," the man beside me said, his breath foul. Wendy glanced back, rummaged through her bag, and tossed a purple plant to him. "Wolfbane. Make her eat it, and she'll be as still as a corpse." "Wait, bro," a rough voice interrupted, "fucking a corpse isn't fun. Tie her up. I want to hear her moan while I fuck her." "Of course, who wouldn't want that?" I watched as another man brought out shackles. The cold metal bit into my skin as he tightened them around my wrists and ankles. "They're silver, darling. Unbreakable." His pudgy face twisted into a disgusting grin that made my stomach churn. 7514 48.65%