The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 77

“Call him!” the man’s voice boomed, shoving the phone into Emma’s trembling hands. Her body ached from the beating, blood staining her shirt and face. She could barely move without wincing, each breath painful as she tried to sit up.

Emma’s vision blurred with tears, her swollen lip quivering as she weakly dialed Victor’s number. Her hand shook, and her heart felt like it was breaking with every ring. “Please, Victor, pick up…” she begged silently, her voice stuck in her throat.

The phone rang once... twice... three times, nothing. No answer. The line went dead.

The man standing over her growled in frustration. "Again. Call him again!"

Emma sobbed, her fingers numb as she redialed. Her entire body throbbed from the assault, and she could barely keep her head up, let alone speak. She glanced at Maria, who stood by the van, arms crossed, watching with cold satisfaction.

“What did I ever do to you?” Emma’s voice cracked, her throat raw from crying. She could barely get the words out, he