Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 247

Giselle was surprised when a few of the men set their eyes on her.

The other women had all been injected with a substance that dulled their minds, leaving them in worse shape than Giselle. Some of them were dark-skinned, some thin and underdeveloped, some timid and lost, and some had curvy figures but plain faces.

Even though she was tucked away in the farthest corner, Giselle still managed to outshine them all.

Compared to the others, her advantages were clear as day. Giselle was tall, curvy, and toned, with skin so fair it still seemed to glow even after days of captivity and rough treatment.

Her features were just as striking. Giselle had inherited her mixed-race mother's dramatic features. She had a high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, and an enchanting, soul-stealing gaze.

It was the kind of face that could turn heads anywhere.

For the first time in her life, she wished she could be ugly, darker, heavier, and unremarkable.

Three men had their eyes on Giselle and wanted to drag her into a room for a group session.

The handler, likely worried she wouldn't survive the night, stepped in. Giselle had just been bought at a high price, and it would be a loss if she died before making a single cent. Speaking rapidly in Mali, he persuaded them to take someone else one-on-one instead.

In the end, the leader of the three pulled Giselle into a nearby room. The moment the door closed, he was on her like a starving wolf, shoving her onto the bed as though she were nothing more than a feast he'd been waiting months to devour.

At this point, Giselle had mentally prepared herself. She wasn't some chaste, virtuous maiden, nor did she need to save herself for anyone.

She didn't mind being forced into prostitution. After all, survival was all that mattered.

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