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.

Come out and tidy yourself up. I'm

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

for the other women to leave

spared a little

telling

lips trembled as I didn't know how to answer him.

avoid

to testify that I really

and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair

seemed to be lifted

body was

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

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

ladies still in the room, but none of them dared to plead or plead

wooden stick,

warning to others. If anyone has her idea, she

with Tristan whispered in Tristan's ear, "don't ruin her pretty face. Amelia

smile. "Don't worry, I will

his hand, someone immediately handed him

trembled when Tristan tied the pieces to the sticks.

The coming torture had turned

know why we have wrapped up these pieces

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 right place and won't hamper

and my mind

even

bloodthirsty beast. Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the stick at me with

my

"Ah --"

pain that almost drove me to the

of my bones

sweat began to form on my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse

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

that moment, I only hope that I was an

"They are all here..."

move. Raise your

find the target. We

men in plain clothes

at