Winning Her Heart Back

Chapter 518 Tired of Her

The worst thing that she feared had happened.

Emelie desperately tried to back away. Her voice was trembling with tears as she shouted. "Get away! Get away! Get away!"

Frankie's stench was more nauseating than rotten food. Emelie turned her head to avoid his mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Help! Help!" she screamed.

"Haha! Scream all you want! No one will come to save you!" Frankie became even more excited by her resistance.

He tore off her clothes, and her fair skin made the man's beastly nature flare up.

Emelie struggled. However, her hands were tied behind her back, and ropes tightly bound her legs. Her futile resistance made her look like a caterpillar wriggling on the ground.

Despair seeped into her body through every pore. This was the darkest moment she had experienced since that rainy night three years ago.

Before, William had come to her rescue. This time, there was no one. No one...

William... Tears flooded Emelie's eyes as she thought of his name.

Recently, she had been pondering a problem. She couldn't understand why William had suddenly become so distant toward her.

Why didn't he take her along when he went out? Why did he rarely look at her? Why did he become less and less affectionate toward her?

She had planned to wait until she was less busy to find an opportunity to ask him face-to-face if he was tired of her and if he wanted to break up.

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Still, she wanted to ask, to hear the answer from his own mouth. They had been together for three years. Almost no one knew about their relationship, and there was nothing left behind.

While their relationship had started vaguely, it couldn't end vaguely as well.

However, it seemed that she might never get the chance to ask him. They might never see each other again.

No. No way. Emelie had never sat around waiting to die in her twenty-five years of life.

Frankie untied the ropes around her legs for easier movement.

Emelie was already exhausted, but at that moment, she somehow found strength again. As he was about to force her legs apart, she kicked him fiercely in the groin.

Frankie screamed in agony. "Ah!"

Emelie's hands were still tied behind her back. Fortunately, she was pretty flexible and immediately sat up. She managed to move her hands from behind her back to the front.

Frankie cursed and lunged at her. His ferocious stance clearly indicated he intended to kill her.

In her panic, Emelie spotted a stick in the corner of the room. She ran over, grabbed it with both hands and swung it at the back of his head!

Thud!

Emelie used all her strength, and Frankie staggered.

It was too dark. Emelie couldn't see how badly he was hurt. She only saw him sway a couple of times before he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, she heard Tony's voice from outside. "Where did Frankie go? Didn't he have diarrhea?"

"He should be looking for that woman named Hoven. I heard her screaming for help. You know what Frankie is like. He's greedy and lustful," one of the men replied.

"He's asking for trouble! I've already told him they specifically requested that woman..." Tony said.

How did they know her last name was Hoven? She hadn't introduced herself. Who were "they"? Emelie's mind was exceptionally active in her panic and confusion.

She ran to the window and looked down. It was the second floor. Luckily, the building wasn't high, and there was a small pile of sand at the base of the wall.

She immediately used her teeth to bite at the knot on her hands. The problem was that it was a dead knot. She bit until her teeth ached, but she still couldn't loosen it.

"Why is it so quiet?" Tony suddenly asked.

The others laughed. "Maybe they're having fun!"

After a few seconds, Tony sensed something was wrong. "Go in and check!"

Footsteps approached, but Emelie still couldn't untie the ropes. She was anxious and cold sweat was dripping from her forehead. Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up!

Finally, at the last second, the rope came loose. At that very moment, the traffickers kicked open the iron door.