Chapter 107 A Despair, Worse than Death.

Although these men didn't specifically say, Penelope knew what kind of photo they wanted to take of her just by looking at their expressions.

Thinking of those unsightly photos being spread all over, Penelope felt extremely embarrassed.

She didn't want Lyman to wake up and see her indecent photos plastered everywhere.

"Let me go! What you're doing is illegal!" Penelope knew that her words were feeble and powerless, but when a person is in a desperate situation, they still want to make a dying struggle.

"Breaking the law?" The Finn sneered with a sinister smile, "As long as we say, it was you who instigated us, what kind of law did we break?"

"Stinking woman, didn't you want to be famous? Once we sell these photos we've taken to the media, I guarantee, you'll be famous overnight!"

Saying so, the Finn reached out its hand and grabbed at Penelope.

Penelope was filled with extreme disgust, she struggled desperately, "Get away! Get away from me! Don't touch me!"

She attempted to rise, exerting all her strength to escape from this group of disgusting men, but her stomach hurt too much and her body was too weak. She didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Finn, were you really planning to do it right here, with this young lady?" Charlie pointed at the tombstone in front of Finn, "Although I don't believe in superstitions, doing things in such a place always gives me the chills!"

Upon Charlie's words, the slightly overweight man next to him, Ken, looked around and also spoke with a frown, "Doing things in such a place, I'm not comfortable either!"

The Finn was brave, but whenever it did something guilty, it would always feel a bit nervous inside.

Especially when he thought of the blood oath Corona had sworn before jumping into the sea, he felt a chill down his spine and quickly hoisted Penelope onto his shoulder.

"Let's go, let's find a good place and take more photos of this stinky woman!"

"Yes, the photos must be taken well! Ms. Hilliard said that as long as the photos are good, we won't be short of benefits!" Charlie also echoed.

Catching a glimpse of Penelope's pale face, Charlie felt a surge of pity, "Little lady, you don't have to look so downcast, as if you're about to die!"

"I made it clear beforehand, we brothers were just there to take photos and have a laugh. We didn't want your life! As long as you didn't act like your friend who sought death out of despair! Dealing with a dead body is such a downer!"

Ken also echoed in agreement, "This young lady can't die! Ms. Hilliard said she still wants her to admire her own beautiful photos in the media!"

The remaining man, Kevin, heaved a heavy sigh, "Little lady, don't blame us for being ruthless. Who asked you to overestimate your abilities and steal from Ms. Hilliard! Do you think you can snatch the endorsement that Ms. Hilliard has set her eyes on? Just wait for your photos to be scattered all over and your reputation to be ruined!"

In the midst of their conversation, these men had already stuffed Penelope into a sack.

Every time she was stuffed into a sack, what awaited her was despair so intense it made her wish for death. Penelope didn't want to experience such despair again, but her strength was truly too insignificant. She was unable to turn the tide against the wind.

The sack was tightly bound, Penelope clenched her fists so hard that a thin layer of sweat seeped out of her palms.

She sincerely hoped that God could give her more time then.

Even if it was just half a year, it was okay.

As long as there was some time left, she would definitely scheme relentlessly, making all those who had hurt her, who had betrayed her, pay the heaviest price!

Those men took Penelope to a cabin in the suburbs. The cabin didn't look big from the outside, but it was quite spacious inside.

Inside the wooden cabin, there was a not-so-small wooden bed. The Finn pulled Penelope out of the sack by the roadside and as soon as they entered the cabin, he harshly threw her onto that cold, hard bed.

There was nothing laid on the wooden bed, and Penelope felt as if her waist was going to break from the direct contact with the wood.

She was already seeing stars, and with this fall, her vision turned even darker.

Just like her heart, no light could be found no matter how hard she searched.

Seeing a dust-covered glass on the wooden table beside her, Penelope gritted her teeth, grabbed the glass, and fiercely smashed it onto the forehead of the Finn in front of her.

Finn was completely engrossed in the pride of being held by a beauty for a moment, and didn't notice Penelope's intentions. However, Kevin on the side did notice her actions.

He quickly stepped forward, snatching the cup from Penelope's hand. His temper flared, he wanted to smash the cup directly onto the head of this ignorant woman, but he was afraid it would affect the photo shoot later, so he only smashed it onto her body.

Kevin hit Penelope's stomach just right. She was already feeling terrible in her stomach, and after this hit, she was in so much pain that she went into spasms.

"Damn woman, how dare you ambush me!" The Finn raised his hand, slapping Penelope hard across the face. He was about to hit her again when Kevin quickly grabbed his hand.

"Don't hit the face! Take pictures! The most important thing is to take pictures!"

The fanatic photography enthusiast, Ken, had already set up the tripod. He fixed the SLR on the tripod, showing quite a bit of a master photographer's posture.

He rolled up his sleeves, pointed at Penelope who was curled up on the bed, and asked, "Which one of you is going first?!"

"Didn't we agree that Charlie and I would come first?" said Finn, beginning to take off his clothes.

Charlie was not to be outdone, his movements were even faster than a Finn's.

Kevin didn't want to be idle, but it wasn't its turn yet. In the dead of winter, with less clothing on, it felt quite cold. Upon seeing the clothes on Penelope, its eyes lit up instantly.

"Don't touch me! You don't touch me!"

Penelope wished she could have hacked these disgusting men to pieces, but she had no knife, she couldn't be an executioner. She could only watch in despair as her clothes became fewer and fewer.

"Click!"

The sound of the shutter suddenly echoed in the air, and a deathly silence filled Penelope's heart.

In the end, there was no escape.

She hadn't seen what the camera had captured, but now, with two men looming over her, she could guess with her toes how unsightly those photos must be.

Moreover, this was just a beginning.

Penelope slowly closed her eyes, then forcefully opened them again. She truly wished to bite off her own tongue, to end all the filth and humiliation.

But even if she had died, what difference would it have made?

These photos were still being spread far and wide, she, Penelope, remained the cheapest whore in everyone's eyes, even if she had gone underground, she had no face to confront Ethan and Corona.

No! As long as she had a breath left, she was determined to live well!

No one knew where the strength came from, but Penelope actually bit hard into the Finn's shoulder.

She bit down hard this time, a large chunk of flesh almost falling off the Finn's shoulder. The Finn screamed in hysterical pain, wanting to slap Penelope hard, but he didn't dare to move his body easily. He was afraid that if he moved slightly, that piece of flesh would be bitten off directly.