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

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

motioned for the other women to leave

narrow room just spared a

she telling the

didn't

can't avoid it

could to testify that I really did so.

said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged

to be

painful as my body was

down from Tristan's fingers. It

help? Okay, I'll

to the door. There were a lot of ladies still in the room, but

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

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

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

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

his hand, someone immediately handed him some pieces

tied the pieces

fear. The coming torture had turned scare into

why we have wrapped

bleed. The flesh is easier, but the bones won't be relaxed. Have you heard the sound of breaking the bones? It sounds really

shivered and

laughed even louder.

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

instinct, I raised my arms

"Ah --"

that almost drove me

sound of my

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

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

I only hope that I was an

"They are all here..."

move. Raise your

we find the target. We find the

I saw several men in plain clothes break in

ran towards me at