The two men in front of the alley were thin and ugly. When they saw Rosemary alone, they laughed lewd.
Nothing like this had ever happened to Rosemary. She shivered violently and retreated a few steps.
“Little girl, it must be lonely walking alone on the road. Why don’t you let me spend some time with you?” The two men came towards her with a fruit knife in their hand.
“What… What do you want?” Rosemary looked at the two men slowly approaching her, turned and ran out.
“Help…”
“Help…”
Rosemary had barely run a few steps when she was stopped by another lewd-looking man who held a knife to her neck.
“Bitch, don’t be a bitch. You're lucky to be liked by us. You’d better do what you’re told. It’ll save you some pain.
Rosemary was terrified by the move, tears streaming down her face.
“Please let me go! If you want money, I’ll give it to you, if you just let me go.”
“How much money can a little girl like you have? Even if you do, I guess it’s from sleeping with other men. Ha ha...”
Rosemary felt like her heart was going to break, and she started shaking as she spoke.
“I’m Wilson… Grant’s fiancee, and they’ll… give you money… as long as you can just… let me go.”
“Who is Wilson Grant? Do you know him?” The thin man asked the other man.
“No!”
Rosemary wept even more when they told her they didn’t know Wilson Grant. She thought that Wilson Grant’s title would scare them. Turned out they didn’t know him at all.
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