She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 4

She never imagined that the thing to finally end her suffering would be AIDS.

Every day, there were countless men using her body. She cursed them all, wishing they’d rot away from the same disease.-

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Days passed.

The death she expected never came.

Terrified of infection, her captors tossed her into a pitch-black basement, locking her away from the world.

The truth was, people like her—infected, broken—were usually tossed straight into a machine that ground them into pulp.

But someone wanted her to stay alive. Even with the virus eating away at her, they insisted on dragging out her torment.

Sabrina thought, at last, maybe this was her escape. At least without the drugs they used to control her, she'd die faster.

Those she’d never managed to take revenge on—she’d haunt them as a vengeful spirit, trailing them every night.

But she’d underestimated the depths of human cruelty.

A group of men dragged her from the basement into a room filled with medical equipment.

Two figures in white coats and surgical masks waited inside.

The men threw Sabrina into a tank brimming with some murky chemical solution. One of the doctors waved the men out.

They left, slamming the door behind them.

A man with wide, eager eyes stepped forward, staring at Sabrina, at the panic and hatred burning in her gaze. He looked delighted.

He was known as Tri-Blade, a notorious black-market surgeon somewhere on the edge of the world; beside him, the other doctor, Seven-Pack, stood silently.

Tri-Blade and Seven-Pack made their living harvesting organs, performing grisly surgeries, and experimenting with all sorts of bizarre chemicals.

Tri-Blade shot a mocking glance at Sabrina, who looked like she was already halfway to the grave.

“So it’s her. What a shame she caught AIDS. Otherwise the boys could’ve had some more fun.”

Seven-Pack nodded. “Time’s up. Pull her out.”

Sabrina squeezed her eyes shut in despair. These monsters, they were planning to experiment on newborns.

When had they decided to start using babies for their trials?

She didn’t know.

She’d been in this hellhole for half a year before she got pregnant. Any woman who conceived here was in danger. They were nothing to these men, just objects for their pleasure and guinea pigs for their experiments.

A baby was an inconvenience.

After they forced her to abort, they cut out her womb. Every day, she was thrown to the wolves, forced to endure one horror after another.

She’d fought back harder than anyone. That only made her a target.

First, they took a saw to her legs and hacked them off, bone by bone, with no anesthesia. She passed out from the agony.

Ten days later, they started on her fingers, removing one each day, drawing out the pain until her entire body convulsed with it.

Twelve days after that, they let a savage dog tear off her arms…