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 to

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

motioned for the other women to leave

just spared a little

she telling the

lips trembled as I didn't know how

avoid it

everything they could to testify that I really

said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged me towards

scalp seemed to be

so painful as my body was dragged on the

Tristan's fingers. It made me feel

want to scream for help? Okay, I'll

still in the room,

was a wooden stick, as thick as a man's

as a warning to others. If anyone has her idea, she

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

smile. "Don't worry,

immediately

when Tristan tied the

coming torture had turned scare into

have wrapped up these pieces of

them with your 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 you while you are lying on the bed

whole body shivered and my mind went

laughed even louder.

gritted his teeth and threw the stick at me

raised my arms to

"Ah --"

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

sound of

and my spirit

saw that Tristan once again raised the wooden

hope that I was an insensible

"They are all here..."

move. Raise your

find the target. We find the

in plain clothes break in with guns in their hands.

who ran towards me at the front was nobody else