Chapter 460:


    Without hesitation, she followed Wilson’s men to her next destination.


    The consequences—whatever they were—she had willingly epted.


    There was no room for refusal, and she knew it.


    Just getting Wilson to agree to her request had been a feat in itself.


    And now, she had to endure whatever came next.


    Yet, as she was taken to an unfamiliar ce, unease settled deep in her chest.


    She had no clue what Wilson truly meant when he said she’d have to face the consequences.


    The group soon reached a heavy iron door.


    “Ms. Marsh, please step inside. Mr. Carpenter has instructed us to unlock the door for you in an hour.”


    The man leading the group spoke with an unsettling calmness, but Rachel’s pulse pounded in her ears.


    She had no idea whaty beyond that door.


    “What’s… inside?” she asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.


    The man’s expression remained unreadable, his tone just as steady. “You’ll find out once you step in. Go in quickly ande out as soon as you can.”


    Under their sharp gazes, Rachel, despite the gnawing anxiety twisting in her chest, forced herself to move forward.


    Step by step, she approached the door. With a slow, agonizing creak, the iron door swung open, revealing the unknown beyond.


    Rachel stepped inside. The space before her stretched vast and unnervingly empty.


    Ahead, a narrow path barely wide enough for two people ran into the distance.


    She hesitated, taking a few tentative steps before stopping—only for a voice to echo around her. “Ms. Marsh, please continue forward. When you reach the designated spot, I will notify you.”


    Rachel lifted her gaze, spotting a surveince camera positioned not far ahead.


    Upon closer inspection, she realized cameras covered every inch of the area, leaving no ce unobserved.


    She had never encountered anything like this before. A strange mix of awe and fear settled in her chest, and even now, she had no idea what she was about to face.


    She walked a few more steps and soon came across the first room. Inside, the walls were lined with an array of tools—or rather, grotesque instruments of torture.


    Knives, guns, and other implements she had only ever seen in thriller movies.


    Each one looked more sinister than thest. The cold gleam of metal seemed to radiate malice, like beasts baring their fangs in the dim light.


    Rachel instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, her teeth chattering as a chill of terror swept through her.


    This ce was… monstrous.


    As she ventured deeper, a low, guttural growling reached her ears.


    The sound grew louder, and when she finally reached the source, her breath hitched. Inside a caged-off room, massive dogs of various breeds and colors paced restlessly, their eyes glinting with barely restrained aggression.


    Onemon trait united them all—their razor-sharp teeth and overwhelming size.


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