Come With Me

The darkness swallowed my fragility, as if it was on the verge of a breakdown. The stinking smell of sweat that produced from pushing filled the room.

Everyone was quiet, not daring to make a sound.

"Sir, we are all good citizens that manages lawfully, fight resolutely with law-breaking discipline. We have never done anything illegal. Please rest assured."

"Oh! It's just a basement. It's really dark without anything. Look, this is the only place we got. Come here, I'll take you to have a drink and see other places."

This was my last hope. If the police are gone, what I have left will only be despair at the mercy of others.

I was scared at that time, but my instinct to leave here made me unable to consider the consequences of failure.

The moment I heard the voice, I chose to risk my life.

"Help..."

Before I could speak, my voice was suddenly covered by a hand.

I heard someone whispering to the people around, "hold her."

I didn't know how many people were taking control of me in the darkness. I just felt that there were many hands on every part of my body, like a net.

I kept struggling, trying to make a sound. But it just didn't work.

The cheering crowd outside the door soon regained their composure.

My hope turned into despair.

"Damn it. We almost be killed by this woman. Thanks to Tristan, I've been keeping an eye on her all the time."

Some time later, she heard some noise from the door.

At last, the door was opened and a dim light came in through the crack of the door.

Those women finally withdrew their hands from me.

"You'll see later."

My lips are dry with fear.

Maybe it was the sweet smell that made Tristan, who had just opened the door, hesitate.

all right. Come out and tidy yourself up.

and shouted. "Tristan, I noticed that this newcomer wanted to shout when the police came, and I found out just

other women

just spared

she telling the

didn't know

can't avoid it at all.

everything they could to testify that I really did so.

my head and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged

to

body was dragged on the ground by

hair fell down from Tristan's fingers. It made me feel so painful.

for help? Okay, I'll let you shout as

door. There were a lot of ladies still in the room, but none of them dared to plead or plead for

was a wooden stick,

to others. If anyone has her idea, she

man who had been with Tristan whispered in Tristan's ear, "don't

"Don't worry, I will

immediately handed him some pieces of cloth.

the pieces to the

because of fear. The coming torture had

we have

flesh, you will at most have some bruises and won't bleed. The flesh is easier, but the bones won't be relaxed. Have you heard the sound of breaking the bones?

whole body shivered and my mind

even louder.

his teeth and

my arms

"Ah --"

the pain that almost drove me to the hell.

heard the sound of my bones breaking.

on my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse because of the acute pain.

still couldn't calm their anger. In a trance, I saw that Tristan once again raised the wooden

that I

"They are all here..."

Raise

we find the target. We

saw several men in plain clothes break in with guns

ran towards me at the front