Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 243

The overseer's tone turned cold and threatening as he said, as long as the young women did as they were told and served the customers who came here, they could live. However, if any of them tried to run, they would be…

Just then, he cast a dark, chilling look at a man with a scar across his face.

The scar-faced man stepped forward, yanking a slightly older, foreign woman out from the group and forcing her to face the others. Before anyone could process what was happening, he pulled out a dagger and, as easily as if he were slaughtering a chicken, slashed open her throat.

A chorus of terrified screams filled the room as the women stumbled back at the gruesome sight.

Giselle, who was standing in the back, shuddered as she couldn't believe her eyes. The calm she had managed to hold onto shattered in an instant.

The woman whose throat had been slit didn't even have time to cry out before blood gushed from the wound. She collapsed to the floor, twitching a few times before closing her eyes permanently.

The brutal display, meant to make an example, shook Giselle to her core. No amount of composure could stop her from trembling like the others, her face drained of all color as she pressed herself into a corner, too afraid to move a muscle.

Giselle couldn't imagine what kind of hell this place was or how cruel the people here could be. In their eyes, life meant nothing, and killing someone took no more effort than a flick of their wrist.

A small part of her was grateful she had been standing at the very back with her head down, unnoticed. If not, she could have been the one lying in that growing pool of blood.

After what had just happened, none of the women dared to make a sound. Like puppets on strings, they were herded toward what the men called the dormitory, where they would be kept under strict control.

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