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

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

other women to leave first.

just spared a little space.

telling the

as I didn't

I can't avoid it at all.

everything they could to testify that I really did so.

Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged me

scalp seemed to be

felt so painful as my body was dragged on the

fell down from Tristan's fingers. It

Do you want to scream for help? Okay, I'll let you

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

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

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

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

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

his hand, someone immediately handed

the pieces to the sticks.

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

why we have

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?

body shivered and

even louder.

bloodthirsty beast. Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the stick

my arms to

"Ah --"

almost drove me to the

of

and my

a trance, I saw that Tristan once again raised the wooden

hope that

"They are all here..."

move. Raise your

the target. We find

plain clothes break in with guns in their hands.

at the