Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Are you a Solancian, Nella?" Quinton would test me on the road, whether intentionally or otherwise.

"Yes, but I came to Huma when I was 13. I don’t have any family either. I have more friends in Huma instead." I deliberately let slip a hint of Solancian accent mixed with my carefully polished Humian.

That way, perhaps Quinton might let down his guard around me.

He smiled and nodded. "All Solacian women are tall and beautiful. I like Solacian women the best."

I smiled naively. "Thank you, Quinton."

However, I was scoffing deep down. He liked Solacian women the best because they were kind-hearted. That was why most of the missing persons were from Solance.

"This road crosses a desolate area, and it’s very dangerous. We could lose our lives if something goes wrong, Aren’t you afraid?" Quinton asked.

"I’m not afraid since you’re here. Tristan said you’d protect me. Besides, Tristan has been good to me, and he asked me to take care of you," I hesitated, hinting that Tristan had given me money.

Quinton raised a brow. "Has he been treating you well? How much pocket money is he giving you monthly? Is it enough? I can give you more if not. Money’s not an issue."

I looked at him with an excited and happy gaze full of innocence. "Really? But it’s alright, Quinton. Tristan is giving me more than enough. I’m getting 20 thousand dollars per month."

Quinton laughed. "The Lamberts can afford more than that, but he’s just giving you 20 thousand dollars?"

He turned around and smiled at me, seemingly thinking that I was naive. Yet, he was mocking in his heart. how easy it was to deceive young women from rural areas. It was enough to lure them out with only several tens of thousands.

I smiled foolishly, looking naive and awkward. Perhaps my acting skills were top-notch, and Quinton was stunned by my behavior.

The convoy finally entered the desolate area during the second evening.

Someone said, "We’ll set up camp here. Let’s gather around in a circle and don’t wander around. There are wild wolves everywhere, so don’t get gobbled up."

Everyone got out of the car. Some of the young women were happily stretching themselves. They probably were unaware that this was the start of a life-or-death situation.

I stood by the campfire and looked around the vast, desolate desert in search of places to hide.

These men had all brought hunting rifles in their cars.

As this was a desolate area, it was easy to spot any cars trailing us. As such, Dexter, Zion, Joel, Eason, and other police officers hid away in their cars a few miles away. They had formed another convoy and were moving slowly.

"It’s quite boring here. How about we play a game?" Someone suggested a game,

Quinton chuckled. "Now’s not the time yet. We’re still close to the village we just left. Let’s go a bit farther first."

Unaware of the danger, the young women were all talking and laughing happily. Some of the men were even boldly groping the young women.

I felt uneasy when Quinton came closer to me, yet he seemed to not have any sexual desires toward women.

I could sense if a man had any sexual desires. The men who came with Quinton all had them, yet he didn’t. He seemed only interested in enjoying the thrill of killing.

"How many do the higher-ups want this time?" Hector Jenkins, who was from the second car, was asking Quinton meaningfully.

"Two, and the goods need to be perfect. They have to pass the medical examination," Quinton replied with a smile.

He showed no concern for our presence. That was because no one else other than me knew what he was talking about.

I simply sat there, eating a slice of wholewheat bread.

By "perfect goods", they probably meant those women they were planning to sacrifice to Genome Society. And this time, Genome Society was asking for two.

In other words, only two out of the eight young women among us would survive and be sent to Genome Society. The rest would be left to be hunted and killed in the desolate area.

No one would care even if these young women were to die in the desolate area. That was because they would be reduced to nothing but bones.

The police would have no leads to start with since no one knew they entered the desolate area.

With Quinton’s capabilities and his top-notch legal team, it wouldn’t make any difference even if someone were to testify. They wouldn’t be able to file a case or convict them without any bodies, so it would only be treated as a missing person case.

I was starting to suspect that only a few out of the nearly 100 missing persons were truly sent to Genome Society. The remaining were cruelly killed.

These lunatics each had their own perverted hobby, which was amplified by their wealth and power.

Someone said, "This project is amazing. We’ve only sent two of the goods over, yet they’re actually giving us exclusive distribution rights for the Humian-Solancian region?"

Quinton nodded. "They’re keeping a close watch lately. Those fools don’t have a way to deliver goods like we do."

"As expected, we’re smarter."

It wasn’t hard to infer from their conversation that many of the wealthy people were sending "goods" over to Genome Society. But with the recent security, increasing surveillance, and improved legal system, it was harder to make someone disappear without a trace.

Quinton and his group were smart in that they were willing to take risks and venture into desolate areas. Yet the mysteries of desolate areas were beyond their control. It was foolish to assume that they could always navigate through dangers without getting caught.

This time, for instance, I could already sense danger looming closer when a wolf’s howl echoed from the distance.

The wolves in desert areas were completely wild, and they wouldn’t be the only predators around-there were other carnivores as well. They would surely be attracted by the fire, laughter, and the cars.

Upon seeing the wolf pack nearing, I feigned fear and hid myself behind Quinton. "There are wolves, Quinton. Let’s get back into the car."

He eyed me and smiled, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist. "Alright, let’s all get back into the car and move on."

Quinton was deliberately doing it in front of the other men, as if trying to present himself as a normal man.

However, I could feel that he was far from one. He had no desire for women. Either he was homosexual, or he was impotent.

Smiling, I deliberately sliced open my palm with a blade hidden underneath my sleeves, letting fresh blood drip onto the ground. I then wiped it on the car as I got in.

The wolves would track the scent of blood and pursue it tirelessly. Even if the pack couldn’t catch up, there would be other predators drawn to the smell of blood once we reached our destination.

I needed to buy some time for Zion and the others to arrive.

"Do you want some apples, Nella?" A young woman who seemed to be in her late teens handed me an apple. She was so beautiful, she fitted Quinton’s description of "perfect goods".

"It’s such a shame we can’t touch her when she’s so beautiful." The young woman was from the third car. I happened to overhear the lewd comment from one of the men.

There was probably another requirement to being Genome Society’s so-called "perfect goods"--they would also have to be virgins.

"Just endure it. We’ll be able to get any woman we want after we land this project." Another man nudged him while laughing.

The cars started to move slowly once everyone got into the cars.

Someone said, "A sandstorm is kicking up, and the wind is getting stronger. Be alert, guys!"

The cars finally slowed down at a relatively flat ground. The sky had also brightened up by then.

I had been pretending to sleep in the car. Quinton was the one waking me up when we reached our destination. "We’re here, Nella."

I got out of the car and looked around the vast wilderness blankly. It seemed even more desolate and terrifying here.

"Wake up! Now, let’s play a game!" Several men sat by the campfire as they asked the eight young women to join them for a game.

"Have you guys ever played the Death Game? Have you heard about the serial murder cases that happened before this? The victims were all young and beautiful orphans," Hector said with a smile.

One of the young women looked at him in fear. "That’s creepy. It’s still dark out there."

"It won’t be fun once the sky lights up completely." The man chuckled coldly. Some were already eagerly pulling out their hunting rifles and loading them. "It’s time to hunt, ladies."

A few of the young women looked at each other. They were unaware that they were actually the prey.

A gunshot rang as Hector shot one of the young women in the leg. Her scream pierced through the dawn in the desolate area.

Someone said, "Start running, sweethearts-"

Terrified, everyone screamed and dispersed in all directions. Meanwhile, a perverse expression appeared on Quinton’s face, as if he had just experienced a climax.

He was certainly a lunatic. However, it was still undetermined who was the hunter and who was the prey.