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    The force of the kick knocked Alfy to the ground, leaving her powerless against the pain. Gagged, she couldn’t plead or even speak to her assants.


    At that moment, Alfy felt a wave of regret. If she had known, she would have listened to her uncle and stayed home; she wouldn’t have encountered such a situation.


    Tears cascaded down her cheeks without restraint. She clung to the hope that her uncle would rescue her quickly. In her ideal scenario, his associates would exact revenge on these viins.


    Further kicks came, but Alfy’sck of resistance soon bored her attackers. Eventually, they left her behind, a trembling figure on the cold ground.


    Another thug dragged her to a cage, locking her inside with a ng of finality.


    The iron gate mmed shut with a loud ng, and the men, wearing malicious smiles, turned to leave, talking among themselves.


    “This one’s a high-quality catch. Looks like we’re in for a nice profit!”


    The thugs discussed their lucrative trade, evidently more profitable than their past ventures.


    “It beats dealing in narcotics,” one remarked.


    “Absolutely, we’re all going to strike it rich,” another agreed. Their exchanges were filled with sinister grins and cheerful anticipation. Their eyes were full of nothing but malice.


    Once they had all left, a woman, also locked in the cage, stepped toward Alfy, her gaze filled with concern.


    “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” she asked gently, beginning to untie Alfy and remove the tape from her mouth.


    Once she was free, Alfy quickly checked her disguise, feeling relieved to see that it remained intact.


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    Turning to her fellow captives, she managed to speak, despite her tears.


    “Who are these monsters? How can they be so cruel?”


    Overwhelmed by anger and helplessness, Alfy harbored thoughts of vengeance. The audacity of these men, openly abducting women and children, filled her with fury. These individuals were beyond redemption.


    Exhaling a heavy sigh, the woman who had freed Alfy dropped down beside her and shook her head in dismay. “I wish I could tell you more, but they snatched me up just yesterday. I’m clueless about their ns for us.”


    Their captors had kept their intentions hidden, plunging their victims into fear of the unknown.


    Alfy massaged the areas where the ropes had bitten into her skin, now sore and raw from the tight bindings. She had always been treated like a cherished princess, surrounded by love and protection, and had never endured such hardships.


    And now, the reality was sinking in. Tears welled up in Alfy’s eyes, her nose twitching as she fought to hold them back.


    Yet, Alfy had been confined here for two grueling days, with nothing but nd meals provided by the men who otherwise ignored their captives.


    Her attempts to extract any useful information had been futile. With her phone and all personal items confiscated, any hope of outside contact had vanished.


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