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.

the police came, and I found out just in time. Several of us

other women to leave

spared a little

she telling

I didn't know

can't avoid it

to testify that I really

said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged

whole scalp seemed to be lifted

my body was dragged

fell down from Tristan's fingers. It

want to scream for help? Okay, I'll let you shout as loud as you like today.

were a lot of ladies still in the room, but

Tristan's hand, there was a wooden stick, as thick as a man's arm.

warning to others. If anyone has her idea, she will end up just

ear, "don't ruin her pretty face. Amelia is going to

"Don't worry, I will do what I used

immediately handed him some pieces

the pieces

fear. The coming torture had turned scare into

know why we have

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 right place and won't hamper you while you are lying on the bed to serve

and

even

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

raised my arms to

"Ah --"

the pain that almost drove

of

form on my forehead, and my spirit began to

saw

that I was an insensible dead

"They are all here..."

Raise

target. We find

my blurry eyes, I saw several men in plain clothes

ran towards me at the front was nobody else but Robbie.