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.

out and tidy yourself up.

the woman pointed at me and shouted. "Tristan, I noticed that this newcomer wanted to shout when the

the other women to leave first.

spared a little space.

telling the

as I didn't know how

I can't avoid

women were doing everything they could to

grabbed

seemed to be

my body was dragged on the ground

from Tristan's fingers. It made

Okay, I'll let

still in the room, but none of

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

warning to others. If anyone has her

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

worry, I will do what I used to

someone immediately handed him some pieces of cloth.

when Tristan tied the pieces to

dilated because of fear. The coming torture had turned

have wrapped

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 went

even louder.

gritted his teeth and threw the stick at me with

my arms

"Ah --"

pain that almost drove me to the hell.

sound of my bones

and my spirit began to collapse because of the acute pain.

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

I only hope that I was an insensible dead man.

"They are all here..."

Raise your

target. We find

in plain clothes break in with

towards me at the front was nobody else but Robbie.