My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 191

“Damn it!”

As the skies abruptly unleashed a torrential downpour, one of the men at the bar entrance cursed loudly.

His fingers tightened around Elizabeth’s arm, pulling her along with a forceful tug.

Foxfire County was a remote area, its economy sputtering and stagnant, trailing Orkset by a good two decades in infrastructure and development.

This bar, a decrepit shell, was emblematic of the county’s neglect, lacking even the most basic security measures like surveillance cameras.

The vicinity was a perpetual construction site, a jumble of half-torn buildings and skeletal new structures, frequented by a transient and unpredictable crowd.

Any attempt to report tonight’s events to the police would likely be an exercise in futility, unlikely to lead to any arrests.

Elizabeth felt a pang of despair as her attempts to break free proved futile.

With desperation lacing her voice, she screamed for help, clinging to a fading hope.

Her plea, however, was swiftly smothered by the seasoned hands of the two men.

One of the men quickly subdued her protests with a swift spray to her face, the strange, acrid scent clouding her senses, rendering her weak, her limbs unresponsive, and her voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.

Dragged along helplessly, she could feel their hands roaming over her, each touch igniting a wave of disgust and fear within her.

“You really think a nice girl should be out walking alone at night?” one of the men taunted, his voice dripping with scorn as they continued to pull her along.

“Seems like you’re out looking for some fun.

Play your cards right, and we might even pay you handsomely.”

“Dressed to draw eyes, aren’t you? Enough with your charade,” the other mocked cruelly, a grim smile playing on his lips.

“After we have our fun, you’ll come around.”

As they hurled insults, they dragged her towards a nondescript van parked in the shadow of the dilapidated buildings.