Sophia’s men quickly moved in, lifting Zoey and guiding her to a clean room. Once inside, they cleaned her up and dressed her, even applying concealer to hide her bruises.
Under the makeup artist’s expert hands, Zoey once again resembled the glamorous woman she once was. For a moment, her own reflection in the mirror stunned her. This version of herself felt like a ghost from a past life, distant and unfamiliar. A sensation tickled Zoey’s nose, and tears welled up.
But just then, Sophia’s chilling voice intervened. “Make sure you don’t ruin your makeup, or you’ll endure another session of torture.” Her words hissed like a venomous snake, poised to strike Zoey down. Zoey trembled uncontrollably. She quickly suppressed her tears, careful not to anger Sophia.
Sophia merely gave Zoey a dismissive look and commanded, “Take her away.”
Zoey didn’t know where she was being led, but she obeyed without resistance. Painful experiences had taught her that compliance meant fewer beatings and tortures. Defiance only led to more severe punishment.
That evening, inside a lavish casino, the decor was extravagant, with platinum-covered walls that mirrored the dazzling lights throughout the room. The atmosphere was intense, almost overwhelming in its opulence. Waitresses, with blonde and blue eyes and seductive curves, mingled among the guests, their flirtatious gestures captivating onlookers.
Though primarily a gambling hub, the behavior at the casino extended beyond just betting, with some guests openly fondling the waitresses. However, such scenes were common here, and no one appeared surprised. Instead, they encouraged the situation, pushing it further.
The waitresses, driven by necessity, had no choice but to entertain the patrons. These women of lower status were treated like s, similar to livestock. Some men didn’t hesitate to grope them even while engrossed in their games, letting their hands wander freely. The attractive dealers, dressed in revealing outfits, skillfully managed the game tables.
This casino was a haven for many men, a den of unchecked desires.
Katelyn and Vincent had intended to end their evening, but sudden news changed their plans, leading Vincent to bring Katelyn to the casino.
Tonight, Katelyn wore a sexy bodysuit that, while not openly provocative, highlighted her striking figure. She completed the look with a black butterfly mask, enhancing the mysterious and captivating aura she radiated.
As soon as Katelyn stepped in, the room filled with whistles and catcalls. But the noise quickly died down when Vincent shot the crowd a cold, intimidating stare. No one dared to irritate Vincent.
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Just then, a burst of laughter from the crowd captured everyone’s attention.
At one of the gambling tables, a voluptuous waitress was pinned beneath a heavyset man, who shamelessly groped and violated her in full view of the crowd.
The onlookers didn’t lift a finger to help her. Instead, they gathered closer, their eyes gleaming with perverse excitement, some even muttering, wishing they could participate.
Katelyn’s stomach churned, her face contorting in disgust. Every inch of the place filled her with revulsion.
Vincent’s grip on Katelyn tightened, pulling her closer as he shielded her from the appalling scene. He leaned in, his voice low and urgent.
“Don’t look, Katelyn. Just focus on me.”
The brutality of this place was nothing new to him; he had witnessed such things countless times.
Guiding her firmly through the crowd, Vincent led Katelyn into a private room, away from the leering eyes and twisted grins.
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