“It’s too late to change your mind now!”
From the very beginning, Sirena had no intention of sparing Rosalind, let alone her daughter!
The boy by Ulric’s side had slipped through her fingers once, but now that she had captured Ulric’s daughter, there was no way she would let her go.
Ulric’s child could only belong to *her*!
“What are you all standing around for? Strip her!” Sirena barked at the men, her voice sharp and commanding.
The men, snapping out of their stunned silence, surged forward, pouncing on Rosalind like a pack of wolves.
“Mama! Let go of my mama!” Floyd, tied up tightly, cried out in terror, his small voice echoing in the chaos.
Tilda, however, wasn’t one to stay silent. She began hurling curses at Sirena. “You bastard child! You’re nothing but a maggot crawling in the gutter! Even if you ruin Rosalind today, she’ll still be a thousand times cleaner than you! Ulric will *never* look at you twice!”
“Shut your filthy mouth!” Sirena snarled, striding toward Tilda and slapping her hard across the face. Gripping her hair cruelly, she yanked her head back, her voice dripping with venom. “Don’t worry, your turn is coming soon! First, watch how they handle your dear friend. Then, I’ll make sure *you* experience what it feels like to be utterly ruined!”
“Spit!” Tilda, unyielding, spat directly at Sirena. “Kill me if you want! Ulric still won’t love you! You’re nothing but a pathetic, delusional worm! You’re disgusting! He wouldn’t take you even if you threw yourself at him! What a joke you are!”
“Say that again!” Sirena’s eyes burned with fury as she tightened her grip on Tilda’s hair, nearly tearing her scalp.
“You’re unwanted! A cheap, desperate bastard child! Your mother was a homewrecker!” Tilda screamed, her face twisted in pain but her words unrelenting. She would rather die than beg for mercy.
Meanwhile, Rosalind was already in dire straits. Her clothes had been ripped to shreds, leaving her body exposed. Her pale skin was marred by scratches and bruises as the men surrounded her.
One of them, unable to hold back anymore, began unzipping his pants. “I’m going first! Damn, she feels amazing already!”
“Ha ha ha!” the others jeered.
Rosalind remained curled up, her body trembling as she resisted with every ounce of strength she had left. They beat her, kicked her, but she refused to surrender. Her vision blurred, her consciousness drifting, but she clung to the edge of awareness. She *could not* pass out. Not now.
Blood trickled from a gash on her neck, painting a thin crimson streak down her delicate, exposed back.
“This woman’s got some fight in her!” one of the men growled, drenched in sweat from the struggle. Frustrated, he stripped off his shirt and pulled a knife from his pocket.
Another man glanced at him, frowning. “What the hell are you doing? Skinning her? I’m not touching some blood-covered woman! Let me have my turn first, then you can punish her all you want.”
Sirena, her hand throbbing from striking Tilda, turned back toward the group. Seeing that the men still hadn’t succeeded, she stormed over, slapping one of them across the face. “What’s taking so long?!”
Before she could say anything else, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside. A man rushed in, panting heavily.
“Miss Reynolds, we’re surrounded! Ah-”
Before he could finish, a tall figure stormed into the room, his powerful presence silencing everything. With a single kick, he sent the man flying to the floor.
Sirena’s head snapped up instinctively. The moment she saw who it was, her knees nearly buckled.
“U-Ulric…” she stammered.
His voice was cold, deadly. “Sirena, I will kill you.”