Chapter 162

Scarlett's spirit sank at Clifford's words. She preferred death over enduring his humiliation.

"Just kill me," she said.

Clifford licked his lips at her words. "Kill you? Never. I want you to beg for death—to scream and writhe in despair while my men and I savor every inch of you."

The dozen henchmen Clifford brought leered at Scarlett, their eyes full of vile intentions. Clifford had a reputation for twisted cruelty and forcing himself upon women with his gang when he couldn't have them willingly.

They'd never seen a beauty like Scarlett.

Scarlett felt sickened at Clifford's approach. Could the world truly hold such depravity?

Clifford was unable to restrain himself any longer and he reached toward Scarlett's bath towel. "Hey wench, let's first display your body for everyone to see."

Just as Clifford's hand reached for Scarlett's towel, ready to strip her bare in front of his men, Frederick lashed out, knocking his hand away.

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