Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Nightmare Chapter 201: Nightmare In the dark space behind the rusted iron bars, a young girl, around sixteen or seventeen, huddled in the darkest corner.

Her face was buried between her folded knees, her hands pressed tightly over her ears as she sobbed.

Her long, messy hair fell forward, shadowing her from the horror unfolding before her.

“Ahh€¦leave me€¦don’t hurt me€¦save me€¦It hurts€¦” The agonised screams of a girl in the cell opposite reached her ears, sending chills through her, making her want to flee.

But there was nowhere to go; she was trapped behind the thick, iron bars.

Each tortured cry from the other girl was mixed with the mocking laughter of the men assaulting her, their taunts cruel and relentless.

“Let you go?

You were worthless.

No one wanted to buy you, so now you’re just for us to use.” The four men took turns with her, restraining her hands and legs, each one reveling in their cruelty.

The girl in the corner sobbed quietly, her entire body drenched in sweat, as if she could feel every ounce of the other girl’s suffering.

Her faint sobs were muffled against her knees, her body unable to stop trembling.

Suddenly, she jolted as one of the men approached her cell, only the bars keeping him from reaching her.

“Tomorrow, it will be you,” he sneered, his tone dripping with anticipation.  Tomorrow?

The word struck her like a death sentence-a painful, humiliating end.

“Pray that you would be sold, so you won’t fall in our hands,” then he laughed mockingly.

“Even if you are sold, your end would be the same.

You are bound to be fucked either by us, or by someone else.

You are going to become a whore one way or other.

Did you see that girl, if she is alive after this, ask her how it feels to be a whore and prepare yourself.” Fear froze her, leaving her voiceless.

She couldn’t even muster the strength to say a word of protest.

All she could see or feel was the same thing happening to her the next day.  All of a sudden a view changed and those scary men entered her cell.

She raised her hair covered face to look at them, her eyes looking at them through the curtain of her disheveled hair.

Everything looked blurry to her, all she could see or feel was the terror coming her way.

Their evil laughs echoed in the cell, as they all started to walk towards her like the demons in hell.  She shrank back against the wall.

“No€¦don’t come closer€¦” she whimpered, her voice echoing in the confined space.

“Please€¦I beg you€¦don’t come closer€¦don’t touch me€¦go away€¦” Justin woke up as he felt Natalie stirring restlessly in her sleep, while she was mumbling something.  “Please€¦ I beg you€¦don’t come closer€¦don’t touch me€¦go away€¦” He immediately sat up in the bed and watched her crying in her sleep, her face entirely sweaty, she was terrified by something.

Even in the dim light of the night lamp, he could see her clearly.

Nightmare.

Justin leaned over and called her name softly.

“Natalie.” There was no response from her as she continued to be trapped in her scary nightmare.

He finally moved his hand and gently touched her shoulder to wake her from the nightmare, but€¦ Even before Justin’s hand could touch her, his hand was stopped by iron grip and the next moment something happened that shocked him entirely.  Natalie pushed him back onto the bed.

In a swift, instinctive movement, she was atop him, one hand gripping his wrist while the other pressed firmly strangling his neck, as though she meant to choke him.

Her eyes were wild, bloodshot, glaring at him with unrestrained fury, her breath coming in heavy pants.

To Justin, it felt as if she saw him as a mortal enemy, her body reacting defensively with fierce intensity.

The strength she displayed was surprising-much stronger than he’d anticipated.

Justin didn’t resist, allowing her to overpower him.

Her hands, though small, pressed with precise pressure on his neck, her fingertips digging in just the right spots to deliver a choke if she applied the slightest additional force.

Her eyes remained locked on him, fierce and unfocused, as if she hadn’t yet realized where she was.

“It’s me.

Justin,” he said calmly, his tone steady.

She blinked, her grip on him still firm, though his words began to penetrate the haze of her mind.

“It’s me, Natalie,” he repeated, his voice soothing and gentle.

Hearing her own name, reality slowly returned to her.

Shocked, she released his hand, quickly pulling her fingers from his neck and retreating, as if horrified by what she’d just done.

Justin sat up slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements, hoping to reassure her that everything was alright.

Natalie stared at her own hands, disbelief and guilt filling her expression.

Her anxious gaze flicked to him.

“I€¦I’m€¦sorry€¦” She mumbled and turned to leave, as if she could not be facing him right away.

But even before she could get out of the bed, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her steady.

He pulled her close, pressing her trembling, cold back against his warm chest.

The warmth of his body sipping into hers.

He continued to hold her close, feeling like he couldn’t let her go at this moment.

If he did, she would be gone forever.  Natalie struggled briefly, but eventually surrendered, sensing he had no intention of letting her go.

“Everything is fine.

I’m here with you,” his soft and gentle voice reached her ears, as she felt him tightening his hold around her.  Natalie continued to sit quietly, tears rolling down her eyes with her head lowered down helplessly.

Justin didn’t disturb her, letting her cry as much as she wished.

He could feel the faint tremors of her body against his chest.

Her quiet sobs filled the silence, while he remained by her side, accompanying her in silence.