At these words, Sabrina thrashed violently, making a muffled protest through her gag.

No!

But her resistance only seemed to amuse Evie. "Hurry up! Sabrina can't wait!"

Two men, along with the driver, quickly began chipping away at the tombstone's cement, extracting the urn buried within.

Tears streamed down Sabrina's face as she helplessly watched the urn.

No!

Dad!

"Your father's peace is disrupted because of you, remember that.”

Evie's icy words pierced the air.

Then, with a cruel smile, she picked up the urn and ruthlessly hurled it to the ground.

The urn shattered, scattering ashes and fragments of bone everywhere.

No!"

Sabrina's gaze fixated on the sight, tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the blood from her mutilated face.

“Dad! I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I couldn't protect you..

Sabrina wriggled fiercely on the ground, attempting to rise to her feet.

But the man behind her pressed down with his boot, rendering her unable to budge.

Seeing the desolation in Sabrina's eyes, Evie gloated, her Laughter ringing out. "She's yours now! She's just a slut. Have your way with her. I doubt Tyrone will desire her after today!"

With these words, she turned and walked away.

The three men began touching her, rolling her over, their hands tearing at her clothes.

"She's got quite the figure! And those breasts!" One of the men let out a vulgar Laugh as he fondled her.