Chapter 33 It Hurt Too Much

The thug’s palm was wet with her tears and drool that dribbled down her chin, it was hard to tell one from the other.

The thug's gaze was burning as he grabbed her tongue with his fingers. He asked in confusion, "You have a tongue but why can't you speak?"

"Why do you care if she has a tongue or not? Can’t we just get on with it?" another thug said impatiently, "I can't hold it in much longer."

"What's the rush?" The thug withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers on Josephine’s clothes.

Glancing at her tear-streaked face, he continued, "Let's find somewhere safe."

Although she could not call for help, there were still people around. If they ran into someone nosy, it would be troublesome.

Josephine listened to their conversation and anxiously scanned her surroundings for anybody who could help her. Apart from the apathetic people who were living under the bridge, the place was deserted.

This was why Lewis delayed their divorce by two weeks and chased her out. In merely one night