Chapter 1145

The men carried back chains, locks, and ropes. After being bound to the bedpost, Skyler felt something inside her die, especially after what the four men did. Her last hope of light vanished when she saw the line of men in the courtyard. All her life, Skyler had clawed her way upward. She had craved success, yearned to shine, and dreamed of being at the top. Now, she had fallen to the lowest depths imaginable by becoming a toy to these men. With her dignity trampled and her body broken, she wished she could die right there. But the torture seemed endless. In her mind, she blamed it all on Willow. Skyler clenched her teeth and repeated Willow's name like a curse in her moments of greatest pain, hatred, and despair. Her hatred toward Willow was the only thing that kept her going. Each time she was discarded like trash to a corner of the bed, she promised herself that one day, Willow would suffer a thousand times worse than what she was experiencing at that moment. It was this fant