---- Chapter 202 Wendy tried to stay calm, but her trembling voice, shaking from fear and pain, had already given her away. Wendy was scared. "still trying to lie to me at a time like this? Save your energy. You'd better start thinking about begging us to make your death a little less painful." Malcolm and Hudson had completely shed their earlier carefree demeanor. In its place was something vicious and sinister. To men like them, killing wasn't horrifying.

If anything, it was a satisfying release. Asharp knife had appeared in their hands at some point. The two slowly moved toward Wendy. "We can make a deal. If you're willing, I can forget what happened today. I can even give you-" Before she could finish, Wendy let out a sharp cry of pain. Malcolm stabbed the knife into her shoulder and began twisting it hard. By the time the handle turned halfway, Wendy had no strength left in her body.

The zip tie in her hand finally snapped, but it was too late. Any hope of saving herself now seemed meaningless. "You two wait in the car. This bitch made us stand in the rain, and now the cops are on our trail. I won't let her die so easily," Hudson said to the two bodyguards standing at the door. ---- The guards exchanged a glance, then walked toward the car. Their only job was to keep an eye on those three and prevent any surprises.

But the moment they saw Malcolm drive the knife into Wendy's shoulder, they knew that these two wouldn't be switching sides again. Not a chance. Satisfied, they left, and after saying a few words to Grant, the group drove away. As the sound of the car faded into the distance, Wendy listened to the wind howl through the gaps in the broken shack where she lay. Her heart had already gone cold. 'There was no way out. She was going to die today. Blood poured from the wound in her shoulder.

The warm liquid slid across her skin and quickly turned cold -just like her hope, now completely extinguished by despair. Malcolm pulled out the knife with a twisted grin. "See? No matter how tough someone is, they all look the same when faced with a blade." "Malcolm, I think it's a waste to just let her die like this. They're all gone now. Why don't we-" "She's already in this state, and that's where your mind goes? Damn, you've got a sick taste. If you want her, go ahead.

I'll wait outside," Malcolm said, glancing back at Wendy with a deepening smirk. "Even if you screw her to death, it doesn't matter." ---- Still bitter over the humiliation he had suffered from Grant, he was taking it all out on Wendy now. Malcolm wiped the blade clean on his shirt, then turned and walked out. "Hey Malcolm, shut the door behind you, yeah? I don't want to be disturbed," Hudson said casually, dragging the knife across Wendy's collar to cut open her neckline.

The rundown shack was already falling apart. Even with the door closed, cold wind kept pouring in through every crack. Inside, the light grew dimmer and dimmer. Wendy felt heat spreading across her cheeks and back. Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, impossible to lift. She knew that a fever had started. Between the wounds and the blood loss, her body was already overheating. It wouldn't be long now. Even if they didn't finish her off, she'd soon pass out from the fever on her own.