Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 593

"We actually grabbed the wrong girl."

"What? So everything she was spouting was the truth?"

"I told you guys you made a mistake!"

Even so, Mara didn't dare raise her voice at them anymore.

"Please, just let me go. If you release me, I'll go back and help you capture her for real.

I promise, I won't let Mira get away next time."

"You're out of chances."

Since she was already in their custody and wasn't a high-value target, they had no intention of setting her free.

"Orders from the top. We proceed across the border."

The boss's word was final.

Whatever punishment awaited them for grabbing the wrong target would be dealt with later. For now, they had a job to finish.

"If you know you got the wrong person, why won't you let me go?"

"Let you go? Haven't you ever heard the saying 'a thief never leaves empty-handed'? We follow the same rule.

Since you're clearly no saint yourself, you'll still be useful."

"Where... where are you taking me?"

Mara asked, her lips trembling.

"Shut it. You'll find out when we get there."

As the vehicle pulled up to the border checkpoint, Mara desperately wanted to scream for help to the guards, but a harsh whisper hissed in her ear, "Don't even try it."

A split second later, the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against her spine.

Her survival instincts flared, forcing her to swallow her cries.

However, shortly after crossing into foreign territory, she bitterly regretted her silence.

In that strange country, the moment the group checked into their first motel, Mara was subjected to their darkest desires, becoming nothing more than an object for their twisted release.

By the time the blindfold was yanked off, Mara found herself shoved into a cramped, dim room packed with dozens of confused, terrified people.

Men and women alike sat huddled together, their wrists bound with heavy ties.

Her captors tossed her onto the floor and slammed the heavy door shut with a deafening bang.

The air was thick and rancid, reeking of stale sweat and suffocating dampness. Peeling paint hung from the walls, and the concrete floor was cracked and pitted.

A sickening realization settled over Mara. She had been cast straight into a living hell.

The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone. An older man nearby leaned in and whispered that this was an illegal labor syndicate.

"They lured me in with false promises," the man rasped. "There was no high-paying job. Now, getting out is nothing but a pipe dream.

How did you end up in here, kid?"

What was Mara supposed to say? That she had plotted to send someone else to this nightmare, only to get played at her own game?

"I... I was kidnapped," she murmured.