Chapter 171: Amelia's Revenge
Mia's whole body felt weak and powerless. Her survival instinct made her use what little strength she had left to reach for the car door.
Just as she touched it—
The door locked, and her hand slid down weakly.
Can't give up.
Mia closed her eyes, encouraging herself silently.
Breathing lightly, her hand slowly moved toward her bag to find her phone.
Just as she grabbed it, the taxi suddenly braked. The phone slipped from her hand and fell under the seat, beyond her reach.
She heard mocking laughter from the man in front. He clearly did it on purpose.
Right now, she was like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered, unable to struggle.
The drug in the car grew stronger and stronger, and Mia finally passed out.
......
Half an hour later, in a private room at Starlight Club, Amelia looked down at Mia lying unconscious on the floor.
She slowly crouched down and grabbed Mia's short hair, forcing her head back even in unconsciousness, exposing her face.
This face that made her want to destroy it just by looking at it. Amelia's expression was vicious and cruel as she raised her hand, her delicate manicured nails reaching viciously toward Mia's face...
Her wrist was caught mid-attack. Amelia looked coldly behind her. "Let go."
Ernest didn't let go. His thumb took the opportunity to gently stroke Amelia's wrist.
"If you want to ruin her face, wait until my friends and I are done playing. We can't get it up looking at a ruined face."
Amelia stopped and pulled her hand back.
Indeed, no need.
She'd heard plenty about Ernest's methods. In Imperial City, how many women he'd played with ended up completely destroyed.
After a day with Ernest and his friends who shared the same twisted hobby, Mia probably wouldn't have a single patch of good skin left on her body.
She was done for.
Just thinking about how soon she'd get to watch Mia kneel like a bitch, begging men to fuck her, made Amelia's smile grow wider.
She wondered if Mia would still want to live in this world after waking up and receiving the complete recording she'd prepared for her.
Amelia slowly stood up, and right in front of Ernest, she took out a tissue with a disgusted look and wiped where he had touched her.
What trash, thinking he could touch her.
He was only good enough to play with women like Mia.
Ernest's expression darkened, but he didn't turn on Amelia.
"Ms. Martinez, planning to stay and play with us?"
Ernest's gaze swept over Amelia with bad intentions.
"You think you're worthy?"
Amelia glanced coldly at Ernest. If he wasn't still somewhat useful, she would have slapped him right there.
Looking away, she stepped over Mia's body, but before crossing over, she kicked her viciously.
After leaving the room, Amelia didn't leave but went to the adjacent private room.
She poured herself a glass of red wine, sat on the sofa, and turned on the projection in the room.
The projection showed the scene from next door.
She gently swirled her wine, smugly admiring the big gift she'd prepared for Mia.
After today, how could Mia still act proud in front of her?
James dared to make her suffer, to humiliate her, to make her unable to hold her head up in Imperial City's high society circles.
She would make his most beloved woman too ashamed to live.
Even if she shamelessly survived, she would make sure everyone knew about it.
......
In the next room, right after Amelia left, the door opened again and three men walked in.
The man in front looked at Mia lying on the floor and used his foot to lift her chin. "Not bad, this woman."
"Did you bring the stuff?"
Ernest was already impatient.
This Mia, who he'd wanted to fuck the moment he saw her at Luxe Hideaway, who had acted so untouchable in front of him back then.
Soon she'd be crying and begging him to fuck her.
Just thinking about it made Ernest's blood boil.
Right now, he was incredibly glad he'd finally agreed to Amelia's plan.
Earlier, when Amelia approached him saying she'd give Mia to him and his friends to fuck.
Ernest's first reaction was temptation.
In all his years in Imperial City, there wasn't a woman he wanted that he couldn't have.
He didn't want to let Mia, the one who got away, slip through his fingers.
But thinking of James made him hesitate.
With just one word from James, his family had abandoned him.
Excluded from their circle, he could only hang around low-end places.
Deep down, he feared James.
But Amelia said James had gotten tired of her long ago and divorced her over a month ago.
He didn't believe it at first, but after asking around a bit, he found out Amelia was telling the truth.
With no more worries, today's feast became possible.
"Of course."
Without bringing stuff, how could they have real fun?
The four of them often played together.
They took out the good stuff—one portion for Mia, another for the four of them.
Mia woke up while the four men were taking drugs.
She slowly opened her eyes. The drug's effects hadn't completely worn off, and her vision was still blurry.
A completely unfamiliar environment. She remembered getting into a taxi with drugged incense.
And then, losing consciousness.
Mia felt panicked and scared, but she tried hard to calm herself down.
The more critical the moment, the less she could panic.
Her gradually clearing vision vaguely made out four men with their backs to her, and she immediately realized what was about to happen.
Her body still had no strength. Using all her force, she bit down hard on her lip, using the pain from breaking the skin to restore her consciousness.
She had to get out of here.
Hands on the floor, she continued biting the broken wound, using the pain to give her body some strength, struggling to push herself up.
After standing, she ran straight for the door.
But having inhaled too much of the drug, even using pain to partially restore consciousness, her whole body was still weak.
Too desperate to escape, her steps were too large and unsteady. She stumbled forward and hit her head directly on the door.
Mia's face looked terrible. One hand pressed against the wall, the other frantically reaching for the door handle.
"Trying to run?"
Ernest turned around just in time to see Mia trying to escape. He strode over and grabbed her hair, yanking it back hard.
Mia cried out in pain, her hand loosened, and Ernest dragged her backward. After pulling her away from the door, he threw her to the floor.