The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 533

After delivering her chilling threat, the brute named Butch knocked Alice out cold with a swift swipe of his meaty hand. He and his crony, a wiry fellow with a nose ring and a snake tattoo slithering up his neck, hoisted the unconscious Alice and carried her away like a sack of spuds.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

The chill night wind whistled through the back alleys, swirling the discarded detritus of urban life, indifferent to the sinister scene that had just played out.

When Alice came to, she found herself in a dire predicament. Her arms and legs were spread-eagle, tied to the walls of a dingy room. Several menacing men encircled her, sporting an array of piercings and ink that told tales of dubious distinction. Her teeth chattered in terror. "Wha—what do you want with me?"

The bald ringleader, Butch, the very same man who had felled her earlier, stood front and center, flanked by his goons. He groped Alice's chest crudely. "Not bad, fresh meat."

Alice let out a shriek, which was silenced by a stinging slap across her cheek. "Shut your trap! Squeal again, and I'll gag you so fast your head will spin," Butch snarled.

Ared imprint of his hand marked her face, and fear clenched her heart. She knew she was in deep trouble. One of Butch's lackeys piped up, "Hey, boss, don't gag her. It's no fun that way." Butch let out a bellowing laugh. "True, true. A feisty mare is more fun to break!"

Realization dawned on Alice; she understood their vile intentions. "Please, don't do this. I'll do anything. My family's rich, | swear. I'll get them to pay you—anything!"

“Bull! If you were some rich kid, you wouldn't be roaming the streets. Bad luck for you, sweetheart. You're just what we've been looking for," Butch retorted, pulling out a gleaming knife. "Remember, | get to be your first. If you're still a virgin, maybe I'll take care of you. If not, well, don't expect any kindness from me."

Alice was paralyzed with fear, her tears flowing freely. "Please, let me go. I'll do anything for you. I'll be so grateful!"

The gang laughed heartily. "We don't want any farm work from you, though riding... well, that's another story," Butch mocked, pressing the cold steel of the blade to Alice's face. "Either way, you get ridden. Might as well enjoy it, right?"

Alice trembled as the tears streamed down her face. Her pleas were reduced to a mere whisper, "Please, let me go... please..." But her fate was sealed. She was a lamb amidst wolves, with no bargaining power left.

The sound of tearing fabric filled the dimly lit room, accompanied by Alice's muffled sobs and the men's vulgar grunts.

From dawn to dusk, the repugnant men sated their depravity, leaving a broken Alice in their wake. The room was now plunged into darkness. Alice lay discarded on the floor, unsure how many times she had passed out. When she awoke, she curled into herself and wept bitterly. She could never have imagined falling victim to such brutality. Those despicable men deserved death.

She stared into the stifling darkness in despair, her shattered heart turning black with vengeful spite. Someday, she vowed, she would make those who had hurt her pay twofold for the agony they had inflicted upon her.

This all stemmed from being cast out of her home and left to fend for herself on the streets. The first to blame was Natalia, who had led their brother, Henry, to orchestrate Alice’s banishment!

Alice swore that her sole purpose in life was to drag Natalia through the muck. She longed to see Natalia plead at her feet, weeping with remorse, before mercilessly casting her into the abyss. For that end, Alice would sell her soul to the devil without a second thought.

This night was destined to be sleepless, as the tormented Alice transformed her pain into an unyielding resolve. She was determined to drag Natalia down to hell with her, even if it meant her own destruction.

As dawn approached, the vermin that had tormented Alice returned. They carelessly tossed a couple of stale sandwiches at her feet. "Eat up. Don't want you dying on us just yet."

Alice swallowed her tears and picked up the moldy bread, devouring it hungrily. She had to survive. Their laughter filled the room as they watched her pitiful state. "Look at her gobble up that moldy crap!"

“Eat up. Once you're done, you'll entertain us some more!"

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Impatient, Butch struck her smooth back. "Make some noise, for God's sake! You look like you're mourning your mother!" Alice's eyes narrowed, and she bit her lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her voice. Butch grew furious at her defiance. "You're challenging me, huh?" He intensified his assault, determined to break her spirit.

The physical humiliation dwarfed the torment of her soul. Alice bit her lip until it bled, finally letting out an anguished cry that delighted the devils around her.

Over a week of degradation, Alice's resolve shifted; from defiance to compliance, she slowl Snow respenne aeN they stopped feéding her spoiled food and even allowed her some freedom of movement within the house, no longer chaining her ankles like a dog. Please read the original content at .

Time passed, and another fortnight slipped by. Then, one night, after the men were sated and slept soundly, Alice silently rose from the s : Her hand ripped a\Salp dagger, its edige éh ching the faint light from the moon that filtered through the window. She moved with the silence of a shadow, approaching the man sprawled across the floor who was engulfed in the unsuspecting peace of slumber. Without a moment's hesitation, she sliced through his carotid artery. Please read the original content at .

Blood erupted like a geyser, shooting up higher than a man's height, drenching Alice in a gruesome crimson shower.

The man, whose mouth she clamped shut with unwavering strength, gave a couple of weak kicks before going utterly still. His life was extinguished as quickly as it had been claimed.