Meanwhile, at Elisa's end, the car stopped at an unknown destination.
Elisa guessed it was in the countryside somewhere near a factory due to the transition of sounds from car horns in the city to the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs. Furthermore, there was the sound of a massive industrial plant at work.
When the hood was removed abruptly, she found it hard to open her eyes.
Elisa squinted her eyes, looking at the spot in front of her.
I've guessed right, more or less. Isn't that an abandoned factory right in front of me?
“Let's go, Ms. Benett.” Mr. Carrerra led the way, signaling the people behind him to escort the two individuals inside.
Elisa shook off the hand that tried to restrain her, her gaze icy cold. “I can walk on my own.”
“My, my.” The man sneered, pointing at Elisa with the people around him. “Quite the fiery one, aren't you? I wonder if you'll still be as fiery when you're beneath me.”
The vulgar jokes and the men's lewd conversations fell on Elisa's ears, causing her to frown deeply, looking quite menacing.
After exchanging a glance with Rachel and ensuring she was all right, Elisa was the first to enter the factory.
The factory was constructed from colorful steel tiles, covering an area of about three hundred square meters. There was nothing much inside, making it appear even more spacious.
Elisa scanned her surroundings. The factory ceilings were typically around five to six meters high, and the windows were sealed shut.
Escaping by themselves was already a daunting task. Adding around a dozen burly men who kill without batting an eye, their swords slick with blood to the mix... The chances of escaping were indeed slim.
She could only hope that Gareth could find her as soon as possible.
Of course, this did not mean she would choose to sit idly by and do nothing.
Ever since she ran into Mr. Carrerra, her mind had begun to whirl rapidly, trying to find a way to escape.
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