Chapter 92. He Fucked Me

Megan’s POV

I turned around and saw a tall man with a scar like a knife cut on the right side of his face grinning and observing me from head to toe. The look in his eyes scared me, as if he was stripping me naked. “They’ve brought you here. Where are you going?”

“Let go of my hand. Let me go!” I yelled as I tried to break his powerful grip. And I saw the police car had gone far away from me. I was trapped in this place. The women who had been with me entered a warehouse.

“Let go of your hand! You’re hurting me,” I yelled for the second time. I looked into his eyes, but he didn’t budge, and a few seconds later, he smiled. “Come with me. I guarantee you’ll like it.”

“I’m not coming with you!” I yelled.

“Please. Someone help me,” I yelled.

Then he forcefully pulled my hand to walk with him somewhere. The more I rebelled, the more violent he became. Moments later, a middle-aged woman wearing thick makeup came out of the entrance of a warehouse