My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Punished— Warning
“What are you saying, Samantha?” Mr. Steven asked.

Samantha smiled at him.

“What I’m saying is that fifteen men can go ahead and have their way with her tonight. And you can think of it as a gift from me.”

‘This can’t be happening,’ Anastasia thought to herself as her hand gripped the bars of the cage even tighter.

The hunters all had a satisfied grin on their lips, their eyes landing on Anastasia in unison as they kicked their lips lustfully. The men who worked for Samantha were also in a happy mood since they would finally be able to touch a woman.

A few weeks before the game, Samantha had forbidden them from touching the girls because she wanted them to be in good condition.

“Now, isn’t that amazing?” Mr. Steven slurred, and Anastasia couldn’t help but feel like mud had just been poured on her body, making her even more uncomfortable than she already was.

“Take her to the basement,” Samantha ordered her men.

They walked towards Anastasia and forcefully brought her out of the cage.

“You can’t do this Samantha, please,” she pleaded, her tears pouring out of her eyes now without stopping.

She’d already been raped by two men on her second day in the house. And since then, she’d been very obedient because she didn’t want to ever repeat that kind of experience.

But now, Samantha had ordered fifteen men to have their way with her because she’d attempted to escape.

“Oh, I can do this,” Samantha replied. “Go now!”

The men dragged her into the house, the eyes of the girls lingering on Anastasia’s back as she thrashed and thrashed to be released but their grip only tightened on her as they cackled like hyenas that had just caught their prey.

“Anastasia won’t be able to survive that,” a girl mumbled, tears streaming down her eyes. Then she closed her eyes, unable to keep watching the scene.

“She’s tough. She was brave enough to try to escape, I’m sure she can handle this,” another girl said, although she wasn’t sure of what she’d just said herself.

“I hope she doesn’t survive,” Avery interjected, her hands on her chin as she grinned at the two girls who were also in the same predicament as her—they weren’t chosen by the men. “She only came a few weeks ago and she already thinks she can get out of here. I’ve been here for two years, and I can’t even get out of here. Who does she think she is?”

The girls weren’t the least surprised by Avery’s words. She was a maniac after all, and they all avoided her.

But the first girl that spoke straightened her back, looking at Avery dead in the eyes.

“You’re very wicked for wishing for such a thing for your fellow woman,” the girl said, her face scrunched up in anger that didn’t even bother Avery.

The creepy girl only stared at her lazily, as if she couldn’t wait to hit the sack.

“I saw the both of you conversing a lot these past few weeks. Were you the one that gave her the idea of escaping from here just so you could get her in trouble?” The second girl was the one to question Avery this time around.

“And what can I possibly gain from doing that? She’s just dumb, and you need to accept it. She thinks this place is like a jail one can simply escape from. Unfortunately, it’s not, and now she has gotten exactly what she deserves. Simple!”

Avery smirked when she saw the shocked faces of the two girls. Then, she stretched and yawned lazily.

‘My my, killing Elizabeth and Angelina took a toll on me,’ she thought to herself.

They had nothing else to do since both the hunters and the men had gone to take care of Anastasia.

Anastasia continued to thrash as she was led into the house, and then to the basement.

Samantha and Xander followed behind closely.

“Should I add a bonus?” She suddenly asked, and the men nodded their heads in unison and Samantha could only imagine their tongues hanging on the mouth like excited puppies when they were about to be given a toy. “Since I’m in a good mood today, you can have her for three days.”

“A week,” Xander interrupted, catching Samantha off guard. “You can have her for one week. It’s a special gift from us both,” he added.

“Are you sure? What if she dies?” One of the hunters asked.

“She won’t,” he assured.

Anastasia had already accepted her fate and had stopped crying. Crying wasn’t going to accomplish anything for her. It wasn’t going to touch their hearts so they would let her go. It wasn’t going to pity her. Her heart threatened to rip apart in her chest due to the amount of grievances she’d tried to endure.

Her wrist threatened to snap due to how tight the men were holding them. They were excited to get a taste of her. All fifteen men were going to have their way with her tonight and that thought alone made her stomach churn in disgust.

Both the men and the hunters nodded in understanding as they dragged Anastasia into the room in the basement and closed the door behind them.

Samantha and Xander stood outside the door, none of them speaking a word, and the next thing they heard was a shriek that nearly burst their eardrums.

Anastasia continued to scream and cry for help, but neither of them attempted to open the door and stop whatever was happening. It was their doing after all.

“Are you satisfied now?” Samantha suddenly asked, making Xander turn his head to face her. “Are you happy?” Her tone was not harsh, but it still stabbed Xander’s heart. Then she met his gaze. “Do you think she would be happy with what you’ve been doing?”

Xander didn’t waste a second when he replied. “She would be very happy because I’m doing all of these for justice to be served.”