Soraya felt like dying at this moment.

She wasn’t afraid of death.

She hoped that she could die right now.

She had watched her companions die with her own eyes just now, stabbed by knives without being able to fight back. She had also hoped that the knives would pierce her body when it had happened.

Soraya wouldn’t need to endure the humiliation she would face later when Giovanni forced himself on her later either, and she wouldn’t need to endure the torment of the regret she felt inside.

At this moment, she had been trussed up and left in the corner of the room.

She burst into tears.

She wasn’t crying for herself but for how stupid she was in leading the team and getting all her companions killed. She would never forgive herself.

Click!

The door opened at this moment.

A man walked in.

Soraya’s expression tightened, a fierce look upon her face. She thought that Giovanni came in, but she didn’t expect to find that it was the very despicable man she had met before this.

“It’