GoodReadRaegan's End The tall and thin hooligan yanked Raegan by the hair and hit her head to the wall again and again.
For a moment, Raegan felt that the world was spinning around her and that her soul was getting detached from her body.
Blood oozed from her head.
Raegan could not tell if it was just blood.
She feared that her skull had cracked open and it was her brain splattering everywhere.
At last, the other hooligan stopped the tall and thin hooligan, leaving Raegan to fall to the ground almost unconsciously.
"Are you out of your mind? We're only here to fuck her, not to kill her! Murder is a felony.
Don't do anything stupid!” The tall, thin man finally returned to his senses.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and exclaimed, "Damn! This woman really got under my skin!" "Enough of that.
Let’s get down to business." The other hooligan cast a glance at Raegan, who lay bloodied on the ground, and muttered, "Look,
lady.
Don't hate us for being brutal.
We're just here for the money.
The real villain here is your good-for-nothing husband who left you high and dry.
If he had been there for you, we wouldn't even have this opportunity.
Isn't that right?” Raegan was at a loss for words, unable to counter their twisted justification.
They were right, though.
The person she had held dearest had left her all alone.
Who else could she possibly blame? She only wished she had not fallen so blindly in love with Mitchel when she was still young
and ignorant about love.
She had loved him so much that she sacrificed even her dignity..
A single sweet gesture from him, and she would forgive him every single time.
Maybe she deserved this.
In a way, she brought this on herself anyway.
It was not anyone else's fault.
It was hers alone.
In this world, there are no do-overs and no second chances to set things right.
At this moment, the two men clasped their hands, eager to tear Raegan’s clothes apart.
"Fuck off!" Raegan shook off their hands with apparent disgust.
However, she was so weak that her action only annoyed the hooligans.
The tall and thin hooligan slapped her across the face and pinned her to the ground.
"How dare you fight back! I'm going to fucking kill you!" As soon as he said these words, he landed a hard kick on her chest.
Raegan writhed as excruciating pain emanated from the site of the kick.
For a moment, she felt as if her body was no longer hers.
The pain was so unbearable she could not even move her fingers.
The tall and thin hooligan lifted his foot to kick her again, but the other hooligan stopped him.
"You idiot! If you keep kicking her, how are we supposed to have fun?" Raegan lay curled up on the ground and watched as the
two approached and squatted in front of her.
Despair enveloped her like seaweed stretching from the dark, boundless sea as it wrapped around her tightly, making her unable
to breathe.
Was she prepared to meet her end like this? Then, all of a sudden, she felt something move in her belly.
Was it her imagination playing tricks on her? No, she was sure of it.
The baby had just moved.
It was as if her unborn child was sending her a message, urging her not to give up.
Raegan jolted back to reality and bit down hard on her tongue.
The taste of her own blood, rich and metallic, coupled with the sharp pain, brought her back to her senses.
Once again, she could feel her fingers.
She seized a shard of broken glass from the ground and slashed the tall and thin hooligan's hand.
In the next instant, blood spurted from it.
"Damn it! You'll pay for this, you witch!” he roared and lunged at her like a wild animal.
But Raegan, with fierce determination in her eyes, pressed the glass to her own neck and warned, “Stay back, I mean it.” The tall
and thin hooligan froze for a second.
Raegan used this moment to her advantage and shouted with a voice roughened by desperation, "If you come any closer, I
swear, I'll do it.
I'll kill myself right here!” "Oh, you want to die? Be my guest!" Raegan had made up her mind.
Without hesitation, she drove the shard into her neck, and suddenly, blood was everywhere.
The sight was so shocking that even the hooligans stood there, suddenly questioning her sanity.
Raegan could sense the life force draining out of her as the blood rushed from her body.
Struggling for breath and strength, she spoke with great effort.
“I'm pregnant! If I die, you'll have taken two lives, not just one.
When they catch you, and they will, you'll be sentenced to death!" "Damn it! That woman never mentioned this!" The thought that
Raegan might lose her baby and her life along with it flooded the hooligans’ minds.
They had not signed up for this level of brutality, all for a mere fifty thousand dollars, orchestrated by Tessa.
The graveness of the situation dawned on them.
If they were caught, they would pay with their lives.
The gravity of Raegan's words hung in the air, causing the two men to waver.
The money suddenly lost its allure when stacked against the weight of their lives.
Seeing their hesitation, Raegan seized the moment and added, "If you want to make up for your sins, this is your chance.
Give me your phone!” “Why should we give you the phone?" Without a word, Raegan pressed the glass deeper into her flesh,
causing more blood to flow.
Seeing this, the thin and tall hooligan gave in and handed over his phone.
With one hand clutching the glass and the other trembling, Raegan dialed a number.
“Hello, I've been kidnapped, but I don't know where I am.
Can you trace this call? Please...
You have to hurry.
I'm pregnant, and my baby..." Raegan choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face.
After a long pause, she continued, "Something's wrong with my baby.
Please, you have to save my child..." Her vision started to get fuzzy, with white haziness clouding her sight.
The figures of the two hooligans became distorted and blurred in front of her.
However, she fought to keep her calm and even pressed the shard of glass firmly against her neck.
Only in this way could she make sure she was conscious.
She was painfully aware that if she passed out, it would be the end for her.
She needed to stay awake at all costs...
Soon enough, a voice from the other end of the line responded, "Miss, we've pinpointed your location.
Please ensure your phone stays on.
Help will be there shortly..." Raegan breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Please, hurry.
I need to make another call...” She then mustered all the energy she had left to dial another number.
But to her disappointment, the call went unanswered.
"Sorry, the subscriber you've dialed is currently unavailable.
Please leave a message after the beep,” the automated response said.
A bitter smile crossed Raegan's face.
By now, Mitchel had probably saved Lauren.
He was likely comforting his scared sweetheart, leaving no time to answer her call.
With all her remaining strength, Raegan uttered a message in a hoarse and shaky voice, "Mitchel, if my baby and I don't make it
out of this, please bury us next to my grandma's grave.
And don't worry about us crossing paths in the next life.
I'll pray to God that our paths never cross again..." Tears streamed down her face, which blended with her blood in a shocking
display.
Suddenly, Raegan's body convulsed.
She doubled over and spewed a large mouthful of blood.
Terrified by the sight, the two hooligans lost all interest in raping her.
The tall and thin hooligan turned to the other hooligan and stammered, "Is she...
Is she going to die?" "I think she might.
What a stroke of bad luck! Let's get out of here!" With that, they bolted for the door, shoved aside Tessa, who was about to come
in, and made their desperate escape.
Tessa stumbled and fell.
She was perplexed by the hooligans' behavior and tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"Why are you running? Have you finished the job?" she shouted after them.
"You deal with it yourself.
We don't need your dirty money.
That woman is dying!" one of the hooligans hollered back.
Tessa furrowed her brows.
As she rushed in, her heart sank when she saw Raegan, who was still clutching the glass and whose eyelids were barely open.
Tessa’s eyes then landed on the phone on the ground, and everything clicked into place.
Those two idiots must have smuggled the phone in with them.
Furious, Tessa grabbed a chair and raised it above her head.
"You bitch! You think you can outsmart me?" Bang! A resounding crash filled the room.
The stool made brutal contact with Raegan's head.
Raegan saw it coming, but she was too weak to dodge.
In an instant, half of her face was smeared with blood.
Tessa was furiously shouting curses, but Raegan could not make out a word.
Her head was filled with a relentless buzzing noise.
And, little by little, she felt her soul slipping away.
She watched, as if from afar, her body collapsing to the ground, devoid of life, and drenched in her own blood.
Was this the end? "My poor baby, don't be scared.
Mommy's coming with you..." she whispered faintly.
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