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. I'm going to

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

for the other

spared a little

she telling

lips trembled as I didn't know how

avoid it at all.

doing everything they could to

grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the door.

whole scalp seemed to

was dragged on the ground by

down from Tristan's fingers. It made me

it! Do you want to scream for help? Okay, I'll let you shout as loud as

a lot of ladies still in the

wooden stick, as thick as

will punish her as a warning to others. If anyone has her idea, she will

"don't ruin her pretty face. Amelia is

curled into a cold smile. "Don't worry, I will do

out his hand, someone immediately handed him some

the

of fear. The coming torture had turned

know why we have wrapped up these pieces

with your 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? It sounds really nice. Don't worry. I will find the

and my mind went

even louder.

saw a bloodthirsty beast. Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the

my arms

"Ah --"

the pain that almost

the sound of my bones breaking.

and my spirit began to collapse

a trance, I saw that Tristan once again

that moment, I only hope that I was an

"They are all here..."

Raise

find the target. We find the

several men in plain

towards me at the