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 going

the police came, and I found out just in time. Several of

the other women to leave first.

just spared a

she telling the

I didn't know

I can't avoid it at all.

everything they could to testify

Tristan grabbed my hair and

seemed to be lifted up.

painful as my body was dragged on the

fingers.

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

were a lot of ladies still in the room, but none of them dared to plead

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

If anyone has

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

into a cold smile. "Don't worry,

hand, someone immediately handed him some pieces of

when Tristan tied the pieces

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

have wrapped up these pieces

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.

shivered and my mind went blank.

laughed even

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

raised my

"Ah --"

pain that almost drove

of my bones

my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse because of

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

only hope that I was an

"They are all here..."

move. Raise

target.

saw several men in plain clothes

me at the front was nobody