Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: What did she do to deserve this?
[WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. ]

Meanwhile…

“Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me, please…” Patricia muffled her cries as she gripped the steering wheel, their car coming to a halt in a residential area currently under redevelopment. Despite the houses around, they were either abandoned or no one was nearby.

“Please, please…” she begged, tears and snot mixing on her face. “Please, if money is what you want, I can give it to you. Just tell me the amount. My family still has money. Just ask them, and they’ll give you the money. Please don’t hurt me. Please.”

The men, however, didn’t care much about her muffled pleading. Instead, they ducked and looked around to check if anyone was nearby. Once they were sure it was safe, the man in the front passenger seat fixed his eyes on Patricia.

“Get out,” he ordered, frowning when she continued to beg them without listening. “I said, out, you stupid bitch!”

Patricia whimpered as she jumped, startled, getting hit by the shoulder when the man swung his pistol down toward her side. She raised her trembling hands and turned to look at the man in the front passenger seat.

“Please, don’t kill me…” she muttered helplessly, more terrified because she couldn’t see his face due to the lack of light.

“Get out,” he repeated coldly. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Miss. And stop with your whimpering. That’s not going to change anything.”

Patricia instinctively pursed her lips, muffling her sobs as she nodded. As instructed, she reached for the door. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She didn’t know these men, nor did she know what they wanted.

If it wasn’t money, what did they want from her? Her body? Then, what? Patricia carefully glanced at the windshield and saw the empty street. There was only one streetlamp, and even that was flickering. It was a scary place to be with three strangers.

“Hah…” she breathed out, gulping nervously as she slowly gazed down at the door.

“What the fuck is she doing? Get moving, bitch!” the man behind her yelled again, making her flinch once more. “I don’t have all night for this.”

Patricia continued to whimper, her hands still shaking as she pulled the door open. As soon as she pushed it and stepped out, Patricia didn’t think twice about running.

‘I need to run! Fast! Run! They’re going to kill me! Worse, they’ll… they’ll violate me with their ugly hands and then kill me! Fast! Run!’

“Hey, she’s running away!”

“God damn it!”

Even in these heels, she kept running and repeating to herself, “Help!!!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the silent area. “Help me, please! Someone is trying to kill me! Please!!!”

Patricia screamed so loud — louder than she had ever screamed before. Along with it came tears, helplessness, and a fear she had never felt. She had always said that death itself never scared her… but it did now. Right now, it horrified her more than anything else in the world.

Had she known this would happen, she never would’ve picked up that envelope from her brother’s trash bin.

“HELP!!!” she wept and screamed, still running as fast as she could. “Please! Somebody — ah!”

Another short yelp escaped her mouth as she tripped, not noticing a small bump in the concrete. In the high heels she was wearing, she easily fell over, scraping her knees and palms. She fell right under the flickering streetlight.

“Ouch…” she winced in pain, checking her palms and seeing blood. When she looked down, she winced again as she realized she had sprained her ankle and had a huge scrape on her knee. “Ouch…”

Suddenly, the light from the streetlamp began to flicker more intensely. Her breath hitched again, and her entire body tensed up. Her eyes went wide as realization hit her. Slowly, she looked up, only to see the three men surrounding her.

Her eyes shimmered with tears, and she shook her head as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. “Please…” she begged them one last time, rubbing her bleeding palms together as she quickly positioned herself to kneel. She didn’t know how she did it, nor did she know how she couldn’t feel the wounds on her knees or palms.

Fear had numbed everything.

“Please, please, please…” she whimpered. “Please, just let me go, please. I promise I won’t say anything. Just let me go home, please…”

The men towering over her were unfazed. If anything, their eyes looked colder and harsher, with no trace of sympathy for her. The man who had been in the front passenger seat tipped his head to the side.

With that, the other man suddenly grabbed Patricia by the hair and dragged her by it.

“No!!!” Patricia squealed, holding the man’s wrist as he dragged her across the floor, her body still lying on the ground. “Please!!! Stop it now! Let me go!!! Don’t — HELP ME!!!”

Yet, the man didn’t stop until a few seconds later when he grew irritated by her screaming. Did she think they would take her to a place where someone could help her? Even if she kept screaming, this place was under redevelopment. The residences had already moved out, leaving it a perfect place for perverts or people like them to do whatever they wanted without interruption.

“Aish — damn it! Why are you so fucking loud?!” The man stopped dragging her and glared daggers at her, but Patricia kept screaming. He squatted down and threw a powerful punch to her stomach, silencing her instantly.

“Ugh…” Patricia hunched over in pain, gasping for air as she felt her lungs constrict from the punch. She never would’ve imagined how painful it was to be punched, as her parents had never hurt her.

The pain left her body still for a moment, but then her survival instinct kicked in once more. This time, she tried to fight the man squatting in front of her, accidentally scratching his face.

“Ah!” The man’s face turned to the side, blood from his scratch dripping down. When he looked back at her, Patricia flinched, as if she were staring at a demon itself.

“You fucking bitch—!”

SLAP!

“You stupid bitch! I’m going to kill you, you fucking whore!” the man slapped her several times, even kicking her, treating her like an object as he beat her until she could no longer lift her arms or legs.

After what felt like an eternity, Patricia found herself lying on the floor. Pain filled her entire body, but she couldn’t seem to feel it anymore. All she could do was stare blankly at the pair of legs before her, staring past them at the empty street and the flickering streetlight shining down upon her.

‘Why…’ she wondered to herself. ‘… are they doing this to me?’

What did she do to deserve this?