Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 388,2

Chapter 388.2 Trafficked (2)

The mother had quick eyes and hands. She covered Imogen’s mouth tightly and looked around, “Hurry up!”

When she said this, she pinched Imogen’s waist so hard that she burst into tears, “You are a restless little bitch, no screaming! no screaming!”

Fortunately, her house was at the back of the village, and there were not many other houses. nearby.

As soon as they entered the house, the father put Imogen on the bed in the west room. And the mother found a hemp rope as thick as a water pipe, tied one end to Imogen’s ankle, and the other end to the bed leg. The bed was made by wooden nails, although rough, but very heavy.

“Frank, let me tell you, if she gets restless, you beat her, hit her hard. Once you hit her, she will become obedient.” the father said.

Frank stared directly at Imogen, his tone a little impatient, “Dad, I understand, you can go out

first.”

Seeing that their son was impatient, the father and mother turned around and walked out of the room, locking the door from the outside.

Imogen and Frank were the only two people left in the room.

Frank stared at Imogen, the more he looked at her, the more he liked her, and he walked towards the big bed.

Imogen stared at him warily and moved inside, “Don’t come here!”

Frank didn’t seem to hear anything, climbed up on the big bed. Then he pressed himself against Imogen, “Baby, you are so beautiful. If you are kind to me, I will definitely treat you well. If you want to run away…”

“Human trafficking is a crime, do you know? The police will be here soon…”

Frank’s eyes flashed with irritation, he covered Imogen’s mouth and said angrily, “Shut up!”

What a bullshit, but her preaching attitude reminded him of Jack Berry for a moment.

“I don’t care if it’s illegal or not, I only know that you are the wife I bought with money! you won’t think so when you give birth to a baby!”

Seeing the black mud between his fingernails, Imogen’s stomach churned, and she turned his head and struggled desperately. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Frank became more and more angry. With his other hand, he grabbed Imogen’s coat and pulled it back. He lifted the hem of her knitted sweater and wanted to continue pushing her vest.

Imogen was anxious and desperate, so she bit Frank’s finger regardless.

Frank was in pain and quickly took his hand away. Thinking of his father’s words, he slapped Imogen’s face with two palms, “How dare you to bite me! You bitch!”

Imogen’s ears were buzzing and her cheeks were hot. As soon as she recovered, she saw Frank’s big yellow teeth approaching, accompanied by bursts of bad breath.

He wanted to kiss her.

Imogen was shocked. She didn’t know where she got the strength. She twisted her upper body to the left, bent her legs and pushed forward suddenly. Frank was pushed away by her, slid to the edge of the

bed, and rolled out of the bed unsteadily.

Chapter 388.2 Trafficked (2)

Imogen breathed a sigh of relief temporarily and struggled to sit up from the bed, only to see Frank motionless under the bed.

She looked up and her eyes widened.

There happened to be a wooden table next to the bed. When Frank rolled down, his head hit the corner of the table, and he passed out, bleeding a lot.

Imogen couldn’t help but breathed a sigh of relief and didn’t care about Frank at all.

Her feet were tied with a rope and she couldn’t move too far from the bed. She had to quickly use the edge of the bed to sharpen the rope on her wrist.

After using up an unknown amount of strength, the rope finally broke, and the skin on her wrists. was bruised and bleeding, but her hands could move freely.

She was about to untie the rope around her feet when the mother’s voice suddenly came from outside the door, “Frank, it’s been an hour, how are you? Are you okay?”

Imogen’s heart skipped a beat, she held her breath and quickly moved faster.

The mother didn’t hear Frank’s voice, so she took the key and opened the door. When she saw

Frank and the blood on the ground, she rushed over with her eyes wide open and howled, “Frank, what’s wrong with you?! Husband, hurry up!”