Chapter 82

Nicole couldn't help but hiss in pain, which only made the men around her grin more obscenely. "That sounded good. You better scream louder later and make it more fun for us, alright?" Victor unbuckled his belt. His pants slipped lower, revealing large patches of rashes on his skin. Just the sight of it sent a chill down Nicole's entire body. She knew for sure now—these men carried diseases and were utterly disgusting. Nicole bit her lip hard. She was overwhelmed by a crushing sense of despair that left her struggling to breathe. Monica really wanted to destroy her. If Nicole were ruined here, her future would be over. With her hands tied behind her back, Nicole shifted slightly and felt something drop from her pocket—a scalpel. Realizing what it was, she quickly maneuvered her body to conceal it. She slowly gripped the scalpel and began to cut the ropes binding her wrists. The men were still arguing over who would go first. One sneered, "Let me go first. You guys won't last l