After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 488

Trigger Warning: Hints of Rape. You’ve been warned!

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Z City, a year prior

Inside a posh hotel room reserved only for the elites, signs of passionate activity abound.

Upon entering, one would be met with a room oozing in the smell of sex. Inside, one would see the messy sheets, ripped clothes, and signs of blood in different parts of the room.

On the bed was the lone figure of a very beautiful woman. Her body was filled with bruises and dried fluids. There was even a loose handcuff on her hand, and reddish marks on the other appendages.

Her eyes were red and dull, looking at nothing in particular. It took a long while for her to absorb the reality of everything, realizing that this wasn’t just a nightmare she was so unlucky to have.

She ran to the bathroom and opened the shower, drenching herself for a good ten minutes before she shook out of it. Feeling it wasn’t enough, she ran to the sink to open the disposable loofah, scrubbing herself harshly.

She rubbed and rubbed until her skin turned red and it stung when the water touched it.

"Dirty… dirty…" she sobbed, trying to clean herself from the filth she was forced into. "No… so dirty… so dirty…"

But no matter how hard she scrubbed, it felt useless.

In a daze, she went out of the bathroom all wet, looking at the messy room, wondering what to do next.

Inexplicably, her eyes ended up on the broken bottle on the floor, right on the side of the bed. It was broken while she tried to escape, desperately yelling for help, but no one came.

She struggled for a long time until her cuffed hands bled but, obviously, she wasn’t able to escape in the end.

There were three men who vented on her body the entire night, and recalling even a single scene made her skin crawl in disgust—feeling as if she had ants under it. It dominated her mind, much more than the pain under her crotch or the many bruises she had on her body.

It was too much. She just wanted the discomfort to end.

Her feet moved on their own, and she soon found herself right above the broken bottle. She flinched a bit as she accidentally stepped on a broken piece, but she moved forward anyway, her feet leaving a trail of blood on the velvety carpet that witnessed all her sufferings.

She leaned down, taking the biggest piece on her hand. It nicked her soft hands a bit, but she didn’t mind. On the contrary, she found the pain and blood a little fascinating.

However, before she could do anything else with the shrapnel, her phone rang. It was thrown at one of the walls back when she was just pulled into the room, but it happened to be a very quality one Gill got for her.

Gill…

The ringtone was their couple song, and she immediately knew who was calling.

She let go of the sharp object and ran to her phone, shakily holding it up with her bleeding hand. However, she could not bring herself to answer it at all.

Her Gill…was finally calling after nearly a month of absence. She knew that he must’ve returned from his mission.

Normally, she would be jumping for joy, excited to finally hear his voice again.

Now…, she could only sob in despair.

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Altera Village, Present

"So, what do you think, Gill?" Althea asked, and the man in question turned to Juni.

Gill’s sharp eyes met her gentle ones, and for a moment it seemed they were communicating through them.

"Can we talk? In private?"