Chapter 146 Who Will Go
Down First
“Take her clothes off,” the woman at the door ordered with a chilling tone.
The four men, their fury already stoked by Renee’s defiance, were provoked even more by her command.
“Sylvia, I should’ve got of you a long time ago!” Renee bellowed.
Sylvia emerged from the shadows, a victorious smirk playing on her lips.
Sylvia’s eyes glistened with wild satisfaction as the four guys started tearing at Renee’s clothing.
“Renee, you’ve been playing with William’s feelings for years. You’re quite desperate for men’s attention, aren’t
you? Well, today, I’m giving you everything you want,” she told Renee.
She glanced at the men and ordered, “Ensure she gets the lesson she deserves today. Show her what it means.
to be men.”
Renee was bound to a table, her legs spread wide. After seeing her resilience, they knew better than to
underestimate her once more.
Like a specimen ready for dissection, she lay there. One man eagerly unbuckled his belt and they started
removing her garments.
With a phone in her grasp, Sylvia gleefully captured the moment on camera.
“You had a child with someone else, and yet William still holds feelings for you. Might as well let him see how you get raped by four men. After this, there’s no way he’ll still want you.”
She turned to the men and urged, “Come on! What are you waiting for?”
Renee was now in just her undergarments, her form flawless and enviable, stirring jealousy in Sylvia while the men ogled her, clearly captivated by desire.
What an incredible opportunity! They were being well–compensated while having the chance to indulge in their desires with such a stunning woman.
Today was really their lucky day.
“Get out of the way!” Sylvia grabbed a broken shard of glass from the floor and dragged it violently across
Renee’s skin.
Blood immediately began to pour from the wound.
Renee, showing no sign of fear, only offered a faint, almost mocking frown as she stared at Sylvia. “Sylvia, you’re truly a joke. This is beneath you.”
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Sylvia, her rage unchecked, roared and slashed again.
Her fury blinding her as she aimed for the one face she despised most.
“I’ll ruin your beauty, Renee. Let’s see how you’ll tempt men after I’m through with you. You’ll regret ever standing in my way. Beg, and maybe I’ll let you die with some semblance of dignity.”
“Come at me, Sylvia. If you think you’re capable. With a cold sneer, Renee retorted. “Do it! Don’t make me pity
you.”
Her challenge rang out, and Sylvia, completely lost to her anger, raised the shard to strike Renee’s face
But just as she struck, Renee’s quick reflexes seized Sylvia’s wrist, yanking the shard from her grasp.
In one swift motion, Renee wrapped her arm around Sylvia’s neck, tightening her hold with startling force.
Sylvia gasped, struggling for breath, the air slowly being cut off.
“Move, and she dies.”
Renee’s calm voice sliced through the chaos, freezing the four men who had rushed in to help.
It was only then that they saw the shard of glass in Renee’s hand, its sharp edge gleaming ominously.
Renee had planned this, bidding her time and waiting for the perfect moment to gain control.
Sylvia’s face drained of color as panic surged through her. Her body tried to resist, but the strength of Renee’s grip overpowered her. Her chest tightened, and her lungs screamed for air.
“Sylvia,” Renee whispered with chilling calmness, “who do you think is going down first?”
Sylvia’s lips parted, but no words came out–her face turning purple as the pressure on her neck tightened.
After what felt like an eternity, Renee finally relaxed her hold a bit.
Sylvia gasped, her body trembling as she tried to move, but then the sharp pain seared through her neck.
The glass shard remained poised in Renee’s hand, a constant threat. One wrong move, and it would end.
