A burlap sack blocked her path, emitting faint, pained groans from within.
Marion walked over, curiosity piqued.
The moment she untied the sack, a man sprang out, quick and efficient. Before she could react, she was shoved into the sack herself.
Marion let out a terrified scream.
But in the next second, someone muffled her cries.
A fist, hard as iron, came down on her. The pain contorted her face as she struggled.
Who? Who dared attack her?
The assailant deliberately avoided her face, targeting only her body.
This wasn't just some random thug. Whoever was hitting her had received professional training.
Even though each punch landed with significant force, the sack absorbed the impact, ensuring no visible bruises were left behind.
Marion, writhing in agony, pale
