My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 258

Chapter 258: The Puppets!
“You can’t get out of here.”

Anastasia flinched when she heard that sudden voice come from nowhere.

Instinctively, she took a step backward, her back hitting the frame of the door, warily staring into the small room which only consisted of the bunk bed that was placed by the side. The little spaces contained only a small wardrobe, and two chairs.

The walls weren’t painted, which surprised Anastasia since the house looked good in shape.

“You’re stuck here like the rest of us,” she heard from the very same voice that spoke the first time. “You can never run away!”

“Who said that?!!” Anastasia demanded, then regretting her actions when her head suddenly gave a bang, as if a tower clock had just chimed in her ears.

She had to place her hand on her bandaged head and took a few breaths to endure the pain as she continued to scan the room.

Then her eyes landed on the bunk bed again, which was the only place a person could only hide in a room as small as that.

A thin blanket was placed on the bed, but Anastasia could barely see the bed wasn’t empty.

With rage, she pulled the blanket off the bed, revealing a naked girl who had Anastasia shriek, her voice coming out high-pitched as she frowned at the naked woman, whose hair stood on their ends as if thunder had struck it.

“Don’t mind me,” the girl waved her hand in her face, shamelessly standing up from the bed and walking towards the closet to bring out some clothes to wear. “I’ve been the only one staying in this room for the past few months after my roommate died,” she explained. “So I don’t bother wearing clothes when I’m in here.”

After putting on her top, the strange girl walked towards Anastasia, stretching out a hand for a friendly handshake.

Anastasia cautiously stared at the hand, considering shaking it.

“You probably don’t want to shake my hands because I creeped you out earlier…” The girl trailed out, bringing her stretched-out hand to her hair as she gave it a little scratch.

“What did you mean earlier? When you said I can’t get out of here,” Anastasia questioned, her eyes narrowing at the girl.

“I said what I said. You can’t get out of here. It’s impossible. Unless you want to die like the other girls here have…” The strange girl walked past Anastasia and settled on her bed, leaving the latter to take in her words. “You must be the girl Ms. Michelle was talking about joining us a few days ago. You’re pretty,” she complimented, but Anastasia didn’t bother to appreciate her for it.

She had no idea about her whereabouts, and now she believed she was going to escape from wherever she was, a sudden strange girl warned her not to.

“What’s your name?” The strange girl asked.

“They call me Anastasia,” Anastasia replied after a few beats, earning a frown from the girl.

“They call you? Don’t you know your name?” The girl asked, acting confused.

Then her gaze landed on the bandage wrapped around Anastasia’s head.

“You lost your memory?”

Whenever that word came up, Anastasia felt weak and vulnerable. She didn’t know anything about her past self, or what her past self would do in a situation like this.

It was like she was reborn and given the chance to make new memories—memories she could already foresee wouldn’t be good ones.

“Wow! Now, isn’t that interesting?” The strange girl sang.

“There must be a way to escape from here—” Anastasia’s words were cut off when the strange girl covered her mouth with her palm, completely silencing her.

“There’s a camera in this room,” the strange girl whispered, her voice low and urgent. “They’re watching and listening to every single thing we say.” Her eyes darted up, pointing subtly toward a small hole in the ceiling. “You have to be careful, girl,” she added, her expression tense with warning, as if every word could cost them.

There was a small red dot glimmering light there, signaling the camera was turned on and was recording.

Anastasia gave a slow nod, then the girl released her.

“I know you don’t know if you have any family out there. But as long as you’re here, you need to forget about them even though you already have….” The girl chuckled at the end of her words, laughing at her lame jokes. “Or rather, should I say you should give up getting back together with them?” She scratched an itch on her hair again. “Either way, you know what I mean.”

The girl settled back on her bed, pulling the blanket up to her face.

“You said your roommate died months ago. Was she trying to escape? That’s why she died?” Anastasia questioned, confusion evident in her tone.

“Trying to escape is not the only way to get yourself killed out here. There are many more ways to die here, but the most famous one is getting gang raped to death.” The strange girl giggled at the end of her words as if she’d just said something sweet. “Good night.”

Anastasia stared at the girl, wondering if she’d already fallen asleep after giving her such scary information.

‘Getting gang raped to death?’ She thought to herself, feeling her stomach churn when she recalled hearing some screams when they’d just arrived earlier. Not a short while after, the scream was lost.

Anastasia’s eyes landed on the girl, who seemed to be asleep. And now she couldn’t help but wonder if what the latter had said was true—about her being naked in the room all because she didn’t have a roommate.

‘Could she have been…’

“You need to get some sleep. The bathroom is over there. Once done, get to bed since Samantha already said she would be waking us up early tomorrow,” the girl suddenly said with her eyes still closed.

“Waking us up early for what?”

The girl chuckled lightly, opening her eyes as she made serious eye contact with Anastasia.

“This is a human trafficking ring. What do you think tomorrow holds for us, the puppets?”