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

shout when the police

the other women to leave

room just spared a little

telling

lips trembled as I didn't know how to answer

avoid it at

to testify that I

and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my

seemed to be

my body was dragged on the

down from Tristan's fingers. It made me

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

of ladies still in the

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

If anyone has her idea,

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

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

out his hand, someone immediately handed him

Tristan tied the pieces

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

know why we have wrapped

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

shivered and

even

gritted his teeth and threw the stick

my arms

"Ah --"

hurt, the pain that almost drove me to the hell.

the sound of

form on my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse because of

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

that I was an

"They are all here..."

Raise your

we find the target. We find the

in plain clothes break in with guns in their hands.

ran towards me at the front