Chapter 132 Marionette Of Devil

• Without hesitation, I rushed inside, following the sound of her voice. The scene I stumbled upon made my heart stop. The room was dimly lit, but I could make out the silhouettes of men, shirtless, their figures looming over a girl on the bed. There were too many of them, their shapes blurring into one monstrous entity. And there, standing a few feet away, was Dominic. He looked different, but it was his expression that shocked me the most. His face was pale, his lips dry, and his eyes wide with dread. His fingers combed nervously through his hair, and his voice trembled as he spoke.
• "Guys, stop! You said we were only going to scare her!" Dominic’s voice cracked, but the men paid him no attention. Their guttural laughter drowned out his words, their movements aggressive and merciless.
• I watched as Dominic stepped forward, swallowing hard, his tongue flicking over his lips in nervous hesitation. He tried to push one of them aside, but they wouldn't budge, their cruelty far greater than anything he could stop. My stomach twisted in disgust, a sickness building in my core as I witnessed the horror unfolding in front of me. Victoria’s cries echoed in my head, each one a dagger in my heart.