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.

and tidy

shout when the police

other women to leave

spared

she telling

lips trembled as I didn't know how to answer

I can't avoid

women were doing everything they could to testify that I really

my head and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the

scalp seemed to be lifted up.

so painful as my body was dragged on the

my hair fell down from Tristan's fingers. It made me feel so painful.

help? Okay, I'll let

me to the door. There were a lot of ladies still in the room, but none of them dared

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

others. If anyone has her idea, she will end up just like

man who had been with Tristan whispered in Tristan's ear, "don't ruin

cold smile. "Don't worry, I will

out his hand, someone immediately handed him some

Tristan tied the pieces to the

because of fear. The coming torture had turned scare

why we have wrapped up these

bruises and won't bleed. The flesh is easier, but the bones won't be relaxed. Have you heard the sound of breaking

and my mind went

even

that moment, I saw a bloodthirsty beast. Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the stick at me with

I raised my

"Ah --"

almost drove me

the sound of my bones breaking.

my forehead, and my spirit began

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

only hope that I was an insensible

"They are all here..."

move. Raise

the target. We find

I saw several men in plain clothes break in with guns in their

ran towards me at the front