Chapter 317

Abigail came to her senses amidst a wave of nauseatingly intense turbulence that roiled her stomach. There was a stale smell assaulting her nostrils. Struggling to open her eyes, she realized that she was bound head to toe and tossed on a flatbed carrier. A sack of grain was also laid on the carrier, grinding against her abdomen, making the ride uncomfortable. Where was this? What had happened? With great effort, Abigail twisted her head to look ahead, only to see a hunched, short, and prudish old man driving the mule. "Who... who are you? Why have you bound me? Where are you taking me?" The hunched old man driving the cart turned around, revealing a mouthful of decaying teeth, "My Wife, finally awake, are you?" "Who's your Wife? Who in the world are you? Let me go now, or I'll report you to the cops for women trafficking!" The old man's face darkened. Without any warning, the whip in his hand darted towards Abigail. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Pain seared through her body, drawing