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.

tidy yourself up. I'm going to

this newcomer wanted to shout when the police came, and I found out just in time. Several of us had a

for the other women to leave first.

room just spared a little

telling

lips trembled as I didn't know how to answer

avoid it

women were doing everything they could to

said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair

scalp seemed to be

painful as my body was

fingers. It made me

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

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

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

warning to others. If anyone

"don't ruin her pretty face. Amelia

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

immediately handed him some pieces

trembled when Tristan tied the pieces to the sticks.

The coming torture

we have wrapped

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

whole body shivered and

even

beast. Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the stick

I raised my

"Ah --"

pain that almost drove me

heard the sound of my bones

on my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse because

still couldn't calm their anger. In a trance, I saw

moment, I only hope that

"They are all here..."

Raise your

find the target. We find the

eyes, I saw several men in plain clothes break in

at the front was