I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 102: You Have No Martial Virtue
"Sir, let’s talk this out. Even if you have me tied up, it won’t change anything. Tell me what you want. I have money; I can give you money." Grace Winslow instinctively backed away.
With a knife right in front of her, it was hard not to be scared.
But fear wasn’t going to solve anything. She had to save herself.
"Money? How much money could you have? Do you have any idea how hard it was for us to grab all those kids? One kid sells for a hundred or two. Dozens of them? That’s several thousand. Can you give me several thousand?" the man sneered, patting Grace Winslow’s cheek with a little more force. Grace felt a fiery sting spread across her face.
The blade was cold, and she was both terrified and frantic.
"I don’t have it on me, but my family does. You can go to my parents, or my brother."
"Since you got a tip about me, you must know I’m the favorite at home. My parents, my brothers—they all dote on me. If they find out you’ve got me, they’ll pay anything you ask to get me back."
"You must have heard about me in Prospera Town. I know how to make money."
"And I’m pretty, too. It’d be a waste to mess up my face. A girl like me could fetch a high price if you sold me. Don’t you think?"
Grace tried her best to placate him, terrified that he might get angry and just slit her throat.
’I’m in the prime of my life. I finally managed to be reborn, I divorced that scumbag, and my life was just starting to look up. There’s no way I’m going to die here.’
The man narrowed his eyes, looking Grace up and down. His gaze paused on her chest, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Not bad at all."
"A pretty face and a nice figure... and with an ass like that, you look like you’d be good at bearing children. Now that you mention it, I’d almost forgotten. Selling a girl like you to some old bachelor in the mountains wouldn’t be a bad idea either."
Grace’s heart sank.
’Great. This guy doesn’t want money; he just wants to sell me off.’
’What a dedicated human trafficker.’
"Right, right. I can’t escape anyway, and I don’t want to die. I’ll cooperate, I promise," Grace said, nodding eagerly.
The man grunted. "But before I sell you off, I’m gonna have some fun myself."
With that, he started unbuckling his belt.
’What the—?!’
’Are traffickers these days this unprofessional?’
’I haven’t even figured out a way to escape yet.’
’My hands and feet are tied. There’s absolutely no way for me to get away.’
’And as for hoping for a rescue...’
’By the time everyone realized I was missing, called the police, and the cops managed to track me down, who knows how long that would take?’
’I might not even be alive by then.’
’Even if I were, I would have already been violated.’
"My hands and feet are tied. You can’t have much fun this way, can you? I’m just a weak woman with no strength to resist. Why don’t you untie me? I promise I’ll take good care of you." Grace Winslow forced a smile as she looked at the man before her.
The man had already taken his pants off, revealing a pair of garish floral boxers. Hearing her words, he chuckled, walked behind Grace with the knife, and in one swift motion, cut the ropes on her hands.
Before Grace could even let out a sigh of relief, the man roughly hauled her to her feet, threw her onto the crude, nearby bed, and pounced on top of her.
Grace was left speechless.
