Chapter 111 Pretty Doll
SERAPHINA
The elevator opened with a hiss, and I barely had a second to breathe before the man’s grip tightened on my wrist again.
His fingers dug in like iron. No escape.
“Let’s go, pretty boy,” he said with a twisted grin, yanking me out into darkness that stank of filth, wine, and rotting desire.
The underground brothel.
A hundred times more terrifying than the Sinspire floor above.
“Juan! wolves greeted him with toothy grins, snarling and drunk on pleasure.
So that’s his name.
I tried to keep my expression blank, to control my disgust, but every step deeper into that place scraped my nerves raw. My boots echoed across velvet–draped halls lined with glass cages, blood–red curtains, and chained bodies.
My heart twisted in my chest.
Male and female prostitutes, displayed like meat.
Some were locked behind glass, trembling like broken leaves. Others were tied to poles, arms bound above their heads. Some were free lounging on silk couches, drunk or drugged, whispering sweet filth to passing wolves,
Even worse, so much worse, were the ones who weren’t pretending.
In a hall lined with dark lounges and low light, I saw them.
Bodies writhing. Moaning. Screaming.
Sex, in the open. Without shame. Without choice.
A gasp caught in my throat. I had never seen something so–so vile, so animalistic, so terrifying in my entire life.
juan turned to look at me.
I tried to look away, to force calm into my body but my disguise was cracking.
And he saw it.
“Ah,” he chuckled. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”
He leaned closer, his breath sticky on my cheek. “You thought you were special? That you’d be spared? You’re just like the rest of them now. Just another whore.”
I didn’t flinch, but I couldn’t speak either. My tongue felt like stone. The word left a deep impression in my heart.
“You’re part of this now. What you see here,” he gestured grandly, “is only the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
My fists secretly clenched. His grin turned predatory as he pulled me deeper into the belly of the underground.
We turned left, then right, down spiraling hallways that made no sense. I tried to memorize the way, every turn, every symbol carved into the walls, every flickering lamp and caged shadow.
had to get out
Lhad to hnd Grace
Juan tially shoved open the door to a large chamber buzzing with tension and fear, Inside were more wolves, hard–eyed and dangerous looking His rugue
Hy dragged in to the centes like an anual on display
Chapter 111 Pretty Doll
“Register this one.” he snapped. “Assign him a room immediately and book him.”
Just like that, with the same casual violence, he threw me onto the floor.
Finished
My knees hit the stone, and I landed among a group of other captives, she–wolves and dollboys, every one of them young, terrified, trembling. Probably all new here.
Their beauty made my skin crawl. Juan only collected the pretty ones. Probably why I was also dragged here.
I stayed quiet. Watchful as they left the room.
While Juan spoke to his guards outside the door, I turned my head to check every she–wolves face. Grace was not one of them. Then I turned toward the girl beside me. “Do you know a she–wolf named Grace?” I whispered.
She flinched. Her lips trembled but no words came.
I turned to another. “Please, have you seen a beautiful Alpha blood she–wolf with gray eyes, thin figure, and long hair?”
But she looked at the floor, shaking her head like it would get her killed.
I tried again. A third and a fourth time. “She is wearing a red dress and high heels. Have you seen her?”
Some remained mute and some shook their heads.
Until finally a voice from the corner reached my ears. “I saw her, a girl whispered.
I instantly turned to her. She was thin. Young. Her lip bled, and her collarbone was bruised.
“Where? Tell me,” I said urgently. “Where did you see het?”
She glanced at the door, then leaned closer. “Two rogues brought her in. She was unconscious. Pretty. Rich clothes. Looked like you described. They didn’t keep her with us.”
My hear took a sudden turn. That woman was definitely Grace!
“Where did they take her?” I pressed.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head, “Though she was taken to this underground brothel. I just don’t know where.”
My fists clenched. So Grace was really here. I might be close to her. I just have to find her.
I barely had time to ask anymore before the door slammed open again and chaos erupted.
juan’s men stormed in like a pack of hounds. Shouting and gabbing everyone. The girls screamed. The dollboys trembled.
One of them grabbed my arm–hard.
“Let go!” i snapped, but I couldn’t blow my cover.
“Shut your mouth, whore. Or I will beat you to death!” He yanked me out of the room, dragging me down another hallway with crimson lights pulsing like a heartbeat.
“Where are you taking me?” I demanded.
He didn’t answer. I desperately kept studying my surroundings, realizing that this place was confusing like a maze
He just showed open a door and flung me inside.
LAM
The door locked behind me
The tour was suffocating hit in deep red light hike blood sineared over every surface. The walls were velvet. The air was heavy think with Just and sweat
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I pounded my fists on the door.
“Let me out!” I hissed. “LET
Of course, they didn’t answer.
Only the sound of a woman screaming in the next room did.
Screaming in pain. In fear
My wolf froze in shock while terror settled in my heart. Those women they were forced into violence and sex. For time in my life. I experienced fear.
Not only for myself. But for Grace as well.
If she had been brought here unconscious_
If she had been locked away somewhere behind these walls…
What had they done to her?
Finished
the first
I took a few steps back, and stood in the middle of the room, feeling those women’s horror until the door of the room cracked open.
I lifted my gaze to find a tall man giving off a dominating Alpha aura stepped in. Leering. Smiling. His clothes undone. His teeth sharp.
He looked at me like he already owned me.
“Finally,” he murmured. “They said they gave me a new one. Didn’t think they’d send me this pretty doll.”
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