Chapter 275 The Magician — Phantom
Chapter 275 The Magician — Phantom
“No resistance, remember,” Zhang Wei reminded coldly, the chilling reality sinking in.
“No, please stop!” Zhu Ran cried out, her voice tinged with desperation and fear as Zhang Wei continued to forcibly undress her.
He ignored her pleas, cold determination in his eyes as he pushed forward, callous to her distress.
The other girls, paralyzed with terror and disbelief, watched in horror as their friend suffered at the hands of Zhang Wei.
Zhu Ran’s struggles grew more frantic, her voice a plea for mercy. “This isn’t what we agreed to! Please, let me go!”
Zhang Wei’s expression twisted into a malicious smirk, being drunk in the terror he saw in her eyes. “You agreed to cooperate, and this is what cooperation looks like.”
The peace-eyed girl, her horror turning into resolve, spoke up, her voice shaking but determined. “We made a mistake. We won’t go through with this.”
But Zhang Wei, fueled by power and malice, responded with a sadistic grin. “It’s too late for regrets now.”
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The terrified night continued for the new interns, being thrown around inside the room, screams turning into moans, and the moans turning into pleas for mercy.
The newly inducted girls to the society had tasted the pleasure of youth today.
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Song Shoushan’s eyes blinked open, and she groaned softly, disoriented and bewildered. As the sedatives gradually lost their grip, her surroundings came into focus, revealing a dismal, desolate space.
“What is this place!?” She muttered weakly, her voice trembling with fear, her heartbeat racing.
Frantically, she attempted to move her hands, but the sensation of constriction brought terror to the forefront of her mind. Her fingers wriggled helplessly against the ropes that bound her wrists.
In the eerie silence, a distant, chilling voice responded, “You’re in a place where no one can hear you scream.”
Shoushan’s body tensed, her eyes widening with panic. “Who’s there? Why am I tied up?”
A sinister chuckle echoed in the darkness. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Her breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving in fear. “Please, let me go! I haven’t done anything!”
The voice, colder than ice, responded, “Oh, you’ll wish that were true.”
Tears welled up in Shoushan’s eyes as fear and desperation overtook her. “I don’t know who you are or what you want, but please, I beg you, let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise.”
The sinister voice remained indifferent to her pleas, its source still concealed in the shadows. “It’s not up to me, but you’ll have a role to play.”
Song Shoushan’s heart was gripped by terror as the room’s lights burst to life, and an unmistakable voice shattered the silence. “Phantom, what are you doing in my home!?” 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝔢𝐿𝑛𝞮xt.𝑪𝒐𝓂
Suddenly, the darkness retreated, and Song Shoushan’s eyes were met with a jarring reality.
She was bound against a wall, her wrists and ankles secured by unforgiving ropes. Across from her was a full-length mirror, reflecting not just her own panicked visage but the figure of a woman dressed in a long, gothic black outfit.
“Xie Meirong!?” Shoushan gasped, her voice trembling with shock and dread.
Her memory began to piece together the events of the day before, a puzzle of confusion and fear that now began to form a horrifying picture.
Following the departure of Zhang Wei, Wang Xiaoying, and Mo Chen, Xie Meirong had extended a seemingly friendly offer, proposing to drive them all home in her personal car – Xie Meirong have been rumoured as belonging to a very rich family, and having a large inheritence left behind her parents, but nobody knew the whole truth.
As the room remained brightly illuminated, Shoushan cast her eyes about, seeking the source of the second voice, but her gaze met no other presence in the room—until…
Whoosh!
“Are you looking for me?”
A pair of striking blue eyes materialized before her, leaving her momentarily petrified.
It was the man known as the “phantom,” his distinctive white hair creating a surreal image against the shadows.
His peculiar appearance sent a shiver down her spine.
Amidst Xie Meirong’s growing frustration, she demanded, “I asked, what are you doing here?”
‘Phantom’ ceased his laughter, pivoting to face her, his mask concealing a cunning smile. “To find you, naturally. You had one month to eliminate your target, and the deadline is closing in. Xie Meirong, you’re well aware of the society’s unforgiving rules. Stop with these insignificant killings and fulfill your mission.”
Xie Meirong’s face twisted with a mix of irritation and a hint of fear, her eyes darting between the phantom and Song Shoushan. “This isn’t the time for your interference! I have my methods, and I’m getting close to completing my task.”
The phantom’s ice-blue eyes bore into her, his tone unwavering. “You’re running out of time, and we can’t afford any more delays. The Society expects results.”
A chilling realization washed over Song Shoushan as she listened to their exchange.
She was in the presence of two individuals coming from a secret world, one filled with rules and demands she could barely comprehend.
Desperation crept into Xie Meirong’s voice. “Just give me a little more time. I’m almost there.”
The phantom didn’t budge, his masked face inscrutable. “Time is something you can’t afford. Your mission is of paramount importance, and any deviation will have consequences.”
Xie Meirong’s face tightened with determination, and she clenched her jaw. “Two days! Give me two days, and I will eliminate that woman.”
“What woman!?”
“What are you two talking about!?”
Shoushan’s head throbbed, the aftereffects of the sedatives still clouding her senses. Their exchange, filled with veiled references and ominous undertones, only served to exacerbate her disorientation. She cried out in frustration, her voice tinged with confusion, her futile attempts to free herself from her restraints only amplifying her desperation.
A tense exchange of glances passed between Xie Meirong and the Phantom. Before they could utter another word, Song Shoushan, frozen in shock, murmured unconsciously, “…T-they are…”
Her voice faltered as her eyes locked onto a corner of the room, where several easels displayed hand-drawn paintings.
However, these were no ordinary paintings.
They were nightmarish, chilling replicas of the young women who had fallen victim to a mysterious serial killer.
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