Somewhere in the Pacific, on a solitary island, in a dark, damp basement reeking of blood and foul odors, a sixteen-year-old girl was forcefully yanked from a cage by her hair by a man.

She trembled in terror, whimpering.

But the man showed no mercy, abruptly ripping off the few scraps of cloth she had been wearing.

"Let's get to work, buddies! Don't keep the masters waiting!"

Saying so, he chucked her into the corner like a rag doll.

Even before the girl could get up, there was stifling laughter followed by the twist of a water valve.

Ice-cold water gushed out. The man specifically aimed the jet of water at her face and lower body.

"Have a good wash. You'll be pretty busy soon!"

"Ha-ha, this chick is truly beautiful."

"She reminds me of her older sister."

"Shut up! Don't mention that bitch!"

In the corner, a sour-faced man spat on the floor, cursing vehemently, "If she hadn't run away, we would never have been reduced to being mere guards!"

The more the man thought about it, the angrier he got. Suddenly, he charged over and viciously kicked the girl."You'd better behave, understood?"

Caught by surprise, the girl was kicked onto the wall with a thud. Her eyes were wide open with fear, and her sobbing hitched, going silent for a good while.

"Calm down, Blake! Don't break her!"

Someone hurriedly stopped him, "Hold on, she still has guests to entertain! The guests coming tonight are all big shots!"

"Big shots?Humph! We're working our asses off here while they're up there, eating, drinking, and having fun"

As he spoke, he turned his head again to look at the young girl, sneering coldly, "Today, I'm going to have some fun and play the part of a big shot for once."

"Don't mess around, Blake"

"Afraid of what? They're not letting us use the lower part, so I can't use the upper part now?"

As he said this, he was unbuckling his belt and slowly advancing towards the girl with a malicious grin, "Good girl, open your mouth. I have something yummy for you."

Frightened, the girl shrank back. Her tear-streaked face was full of fear, "No..."

"Ha-ha, trust me, you will love it Who the hell is that?"

Blake suddenly looked out of the prison door in alarm.

Out of the shadows, a woman walked slowly.

She was tall and upright, with an aloof and beautiful face.

Her long and beautiful hair was a mix of gold and silver, her red lips were charming, and she looked like an elf sculpted out of snow. Even her eyes were icy blue, and she had a distant and unapproachable aura.

"Christine!"

The girl in the corner cried out as if she had seen her savior. That was her elder sister!

Christine Windsor surveyed the room. Upon seeing all kinds of cruel torture devices smeared with blood on the wall, her apathetic eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent.

Two years ago, her boyfriend personally sent her into this hell in his pursuit of the wealthy.

If someone didn't help her escape, who knew what inhumane treatment she would have endured?

And now, those shameless bastards have sold her sister over here too!

Christine took a deep breath and coldly said, "Let her go!"

Blake wiped his face and sneered, "This whore has the guts to come back. I thought she fed herself to the sharks ages ago! Quickly, shut the prison door! Tonight I'm gonna ruthlessly ravish her to death right here!"

Hearing these words, Christine glanced back at the prison door and took a step back.

"Ha-ha! Trying to run? It's too late..."

Blake's words were cut off as he nearly bit his tongue.

Because he saw Christine did indeed step back to the prison door. However, instead of running away, she gently extended her hand and shut the prison door herself!

"This bitch must have gone crazy... What are you guys dawdling for? Get her!"

"Alright!"

The man closest to Christine wiped the drool from his mouth as he eyed her body. He lunged at her like a mad dog.

Christine sidestepped agilely and swiftly delivered an uppercut, hitting right below the man's sternum.

The man only felt a violent convulsion in his stomach and fell to the ground, retching ceaselessly.

The other two men exchanged glances, seeing confusion and fear on each other's faces. They shouted to embolden themselves and lunged forward together.

Christine quickly took several steps back to dodge, then turned, kicked off the wall, and raised her knee towards one person's chin.

The man's jaw was hit, and everything in front of his eyes turned black instantly, falling backward stiffly.

The back of his head hit the ground hard, and blood oozed rapidly, pooling on the ground.

Only Blake was left standing dumbfounded.

He couldn't figure out how this woman, who had escaped from jail a year ago, suddenly became so invincible!

"Wait... I... I surrender."

Blake knelt down with a thud, his eyes filled with sinister and extreme hostility.

He did not believe that this woman could suddenly become so strong. Something must have gone wrong!

He gritted his teeth. As Christine approached, he swiftly pulled out a dagger and stabbed at her.

Christine saw his plan. She immediately took a step back and swept her leg towards Blake's crotch. Blake instantly collapsed in agony onto the ground, unconscious.

If it weren't for worrying about scaring her sister, she would have killed all these people!

"Claire, come here."

"Christine!"

The already frightened girl cried out and threw herself into Christine's arms, whimpering and trembling like a scared little animal.

Stunned, Christine stood still for a while. Then she placed her hand on Claire Windsor's back, gently patting and soothing Claire in a soft voice, "Don't be afraid. It's over now."

It wasn't until Claire's crying gradually weakened that Christine was finally able to dress her and dash out hand in hand.

The other guards of the prison had long since passed out by the road, strange smoke from the burning of grass and trees permeating the air.

These people had been knocked out by the smoke.

Before infiltrating the dungeon, Christine used the herbs on the island to make the simplest of sedatives.

But its effect wouldn't last long.

Christine took Claire's hand and ran wildly.

They passed through the dungeon's passage and the eerie forest. Their view suddenly cleared. The brilliantly white beach under the moonlight spread under their feet, and the pleasant sound of sea waves was in their ears.

But at the same time, there were sounds of gunshots, shouting, and barking from the dense forest behind them.

Their pursuers were almost upon them!

Christine dared not delay, hurriedly running to the seaside.

Fortunately, the raft she made beforehand was still there!

She bent over quickly to untie the rope binding the raft.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, just like hunted prey under a hunter's gaze.

Was there someone else here?

Mobilized, she quickly jumped to the side.

Beside her, a tall man was actually squatting on top of the very reef!

The night was a dusky blue, the white moon hidden behind the man.

His facial features were harmonious and handsome, with a straight nose and deep-set eyes.

He looked like an angel from mythology - resolute, upright, fearless, and filled with divine radiance.

Yet, on this face that resembled an angel, there was a pair of golden pupils like those of a beast, implying cruelty and suppressed madness.

He was half-squatting on the reef like a leisurely tiger, looking down at his prey with interest.

This man was very dangerous!