Inside the room, men were indulging in their depraved pleasures.

The women bore bruises across their bodies, their faces streaked with tears. One of them, barely conscious, lifted her head. Her bloodshot eyes were empty—completely devoid of light, as if she had already died inside.

Ivy felt like she had been punched in the gut.

The men froze, startled by the sudden intrusion.

The guard’s face changed instantly. He rushed to shut the ...