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

that this newcomer wanted to shout when the police came, and I found out just

other women to leave first.

narrow room just spared a little

she telling the

didn't know

avoid it at all.

could to testify that I really did

my head and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair

whole scalp seemed to be

body was dragged

hair fell down from Tristan's fingers. It made

help? Okay, I'll

threw me to the door. There were a lot of ladies still in the room, but none of them

Tristan's hand, there was a wooden stick, as

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

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

"Don't worry, I will

immediately handed him some pieces

trembled when Tristan tied the pieces to the sticks.

pupils dilated because of fear. The coming torture had turned scare into extreme

have

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

whole body shivered and my

laughed even

his teeth and threw the stick at me with all his might.

I raised my

"Ah --"

the pain that almost drove me

of my bones

my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse because

calm their anger. In a trance, I saw that Tristan once again raised the wooden stick in his hand...

only hope that

"They are all here..."

Raise your

find the target.

eyes, I saw several men in plain clothes break in with guns in their hands.

who ran towards me at the front was nobody else but