Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Why aren’t you running, sweetheart? Are you still processing what’s going on?" Hector asked when he saw that I wasn’t running.

I looked at him before turning to Quinton. "Are you planning to let us run around before killing us?" Quinton was cleaning his rifle while leaning against the car. He wasn’t in a hurry to start killing as he saw himself as the hunter. This vast and barren desolated area was his hunting ground.

"We’ll start shooting if you’re not planning to run." Hector chuckled while loading his rifle.

"What’s the point of killing us directly? She’s injured. Give us some time for us to get away," I said nervously, trying to negotiate. I looked like I was afraid but was trying to keep my composure.

Quinton smiled as he looked at me, as if thinking that I was interesting. "Give them some time to get away.

I tore my dress and used the cloth to bandage the woman’s leg wound. She lost her strength to cry or scream from pain, yet her survival instinct drove her to stand up. She hobbled along as I helped her to get away.

"Thank you." She endured the pain to thank me. Perhaps her adrenaline was momentarily helping her not to feel the immense pain.

"There’s a pit over there. Go hide there and don’t come out no matter what you hear." I hid the injured woman in the large pit before running in the opposite direction on my own.

The women all fled in different directions out of fear. Behind them, the men drove around while laughing maniacally. They were pursuing the women while mocking them, yet they were not in a hurry to kill.

I was surrounded by their cars. They mocked me with their movements and the swirling dust, firing shots just to scare me. It was as if they were cats toying with a mouse, taking their time before killing us.

In the end, the seven of us were surrounded by their cars. We couldn’t escape with eight of their cars moving so fast. The chase was over-the prey was now caught in their net.

"Where’s that injured woman?" Once the cars stopped, several of them got out with their rifles.

The women all cried out in fear. The one who gave me an apple was trembling as she hid behind me. Perhaps she was so beautiful that I felt an instinctive urge to protect her.

I raised my hands and looked at the men. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Let me set the game rules," Hector said while smiling. His rifle was pointed at me. "Tell me, who among the seven of you is the prettiest?"

I took a deep breath and remained silent.

"You’ll all die if you refuse to answer," he said, intimidating the women beside him.

They screamed as they crouched down. Someone pointed at the woman behind me. "It’s Maya! Maya is the prettiest!"

Maya, the woman who handed me an apple earlier, was forcibly dragged away by Hector. Her face paled as she screamed.

"Who else is the prettiest apart from her?" he asked again.

Fearing for their own lives, the women all pointed at me.

Maya and I were then pushed into the car while the men started their killing game on the remaining

I pounded on the door with all my might, angrily glaring at the men outside.

Maya looked at me and asked while crying, "What should we do, Nella?"

I glanced at her before swiftly slipping into the driver’s seat. "What should we do? Of course, we’ll save ourselves—"

The fear on my face vanished. They were fools for leaving the car with us. Even the car keys were still inside.

I quickly started the engine and drove toward the men. I hit one of them, and the others started to disperse.

I looked at Quinton and smiled at him. The hunt had just begun.

Maya screamed in fear. She hid behind, not daring to look out.

Quinton fired angrily at us, shattering the car window quickly. I drove forward, crushing Hector’s legs under the wheels.

I warned Maya not to get out of the car before jumping out swiftly. I kicked Hector unconscious and grabbed his hunting rifle.

There were only seven of them left now.

Quinton and the other men temporarily gave up on chasing their prey, turning to attack me instead.

I had to buy enough time for Dexter and the others to come. Otherwise, the remaining women would end up dead.

The men were closing in on the car. I hunched over the car and hit one of them in the calf. He started screaming in pain.

They hurriedly spread out in search of cover.

I took cover behind the car. We were all waiting for the right time.

"You’re a spy from the police aren’t you, girlie?’ Quinton cursed, gritting his teeth.

I did not answer him but glanced at the time. I only relaxed when the distant sound of a honk was heard and a convoy of police cars arrived. Some officers got out of the car with their guns.

Zion and his colleagues pinned the men to the ground and handcuffed them.

I walked over and stepped on Quinton’s leg before crouching down. "All of you deserve to die."

He glared angrily at me, yet he was sporting a smile. ’I’ll catch you someday and make you suffer a slow death!

As soon as he was done talking, Dexter punched him and shoved his head into the sand.

Zion was about to interfere but was stopped by his fierce gaze. ’He deserves to die here!" Zion dared not say anything else.

Dexter pulled me into his embrace once he was done beating Quinton up.

"I’m not hurt," I comforted him softly.

Dexter hummed in reply and looked at the vast desert.

"They wanted to sacrifice two women,’ I whispered.

"Who’s the one sending the sacrifices to Genome Society?’ I walked over to Hector and asked.

He refused to answer me. I then stepped on his injured legs. ’Still not going to talk? Your legs might really end up ruined if that’s the case."

Dexter retrieved an axe from the car just as I was done speaking. He was about to swing it at his legs.

Hector’s face turned white as a sheet. ’Are you police officers?"

Dexter chuckled coldly. "I’m not."

"We’re in the desert here. No one would know if I killed you now.’ I grinned. Wasn’t this their standard line? Hector trembled, yet he refused to speak. Dexter swung his axe down onto the legs of the man beside him. His screams filled the air.

Hector was terrified by Dexter. He stuttered, "It’s... It’s always been Quinton."

"How many people have you sent all these years?" I asked again.

Hector cried out, "Only three of the goods passed the examination. They’re extremely strict with their comprehensive examinations. They would only take those who are fully qualified. Those who are not would be sent back and destroyed."

They were treating human lives as if they were worthless.

All of us took in sharp breaths. All these years, there were only three who were fully qualified and were sent to Genome Society. The rest were then destroyed.

"Where did you send them to?" I asked, looking at Hector threateningly.

He replied, "Only Quinton knows the location!"

We turned to look at Quinton, yet he started laughing maniacally. It was as if he was enjoying the pain.

"I’m not telling you anything. You don’t have the guts to kill us, and I’d never reveal Genome Society’s delivery location!" Quinton’s laugh was borderline manic.

"Is that so?" I chuckled before crouching by his side. "Do you think you’re invulnerable?"

Quinton sneered and replied, "Try me."

It was as if he was unafraid of pain.

"Oh? We’ll have your lackeys to look at this, then I indicated for Zion to get the others to look over. I then reached out to unzip Quinton’s pants.

He was taken aback and looked at me in fear. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Dexter’s face fell. He reached out to pull me over before wiping my hands with alcohol wipes. "Don’t dirty yourself."

After that, he turned to look at Joel. ’You take it off."

Joel sighed. "Fine, I’ll take care of it since your wife is precious."

Quinton was already panicking as he struggled in fear. He cursed, ’Fuck off! Don’t touch me!"

It seemed like I was right. His body was his weakness. His physical deformities had likely led to his twisted mentality.

He didn’t fear pain. In fact, he enjoyed it. Yet, he was afraid of others, especially his lackeys, finding out his secret of being impotent. He would rather die than have them know about it.

"Fine! I’ll talk!" Quinton yelled angrily.

I chuckled coldly. Here I thought that he would last a little longer.