Both front left tires of the van simultaneously blew out, causing the vehicle to lose control and crash violently into the left wall with a thunderous bang.


    The crash dented the left door andpletely wrecked the front of the van. It was a horrific sight.


    Having worn seat belts, the two police officers sustained only minor injuries.


    However, Zoe, seated in the back, was not as lucky. She hit her head hard. Arge bump formed on her head, and the door crushed her left arm, with metal scraping her flesh, causing blood to gush out and her to scream in pain.


    "How could the tires blow out suddenly?!"


    "That''s really strange. Let''s check it out!"


    As the two officers got out of the van and bent down to inspect the situation, they suddenly felt a sharp pain in their napes and copsed to the ground.


    Instead of being frightened, Zoe looked excitedly at the man in a ck trench coat and mask standing before her. "Did my grandfather send you to rescue me?! He must have sent you here, right?!" "Heh, rescue a monster like you?"


    The man narrowed his sharp, contrasting eyes. He then let out a mockingugh. "I''m not someone who enjoys such lowly tasks."


    Zoe''s pupils dted. Her blood froze in her veins as she trembled uncontrobly.


    "W-Who are you?!"


    "Me?"


    The man leaned in closer, his presence oppressive, his eyes piercing through her fear-stricken, pale face. "I''m the one who enforces God''s will and oversees everything. I''m the Archangel of Vengeance."


    When Zoe regained consciousness, she had no idea where she was.


    She found iron chains shackled in her hands, suspending her from the ceiling. Someone had stripped her of her inmate uniform, leaving her in nothing but a dirty bra and O underwear.


    The room, likely a basement, had no windows and was frigid, causing her teeth to chatter and her skin to break out in goosebumps.


    "Help... Someone... Please help me...!"


    Zoe struggled, crying out desperately. "Grandpa... Mom... Help me!"


    Suddenly, the basement door opened.


    Three muscr men entered. Without a word, they started tearing off the remaining scraps of her clothes and took turns viting her.


    Her heart-wrenching screams echoed in the darkness.


    Vision blurred after crying, Zoe stared hopelessly at the swaying dim light overhead. Her face was bruised and battered, but she could only endure the brutal assault with resignation. Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The overwhelming pain felt like she was perpetually wing her way out of hell, only to get dragged back into the abyss repeatedly.


    After what felt like an eternity, the three men had their fill and threw a jacket over her bleeding body before leaving the basement.


    In excruciating pain, Zoe felt as if her body had split apart. She wrapped herself in the jacket and slowly crawled forward, sobbing wretchedly. Just then, cold, steady footsteps approached her.


    A pair of spotless leather shoes appeared in front of her. She squinted through her swollen eyes, struggling to look up.


    "You... You..." Zoe gasped, her eyes bloodshot with rage.


    "How does it feel to get humiliated, Ms. Hoffman?"


    Ryan looked down at her coldly, a cruel smile ying on his lips. "You tortured Carrie for three years, so I found three men to torture you. An eye for an eye, fair and square.” en.swhovels