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 up. I'm going

wanted to shout when the

other women to

just spared

she telling

as I didn't know how to

avoid it at all.

could to testify that I really did so.

head and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my

whole scalp seemed to be

my body was dragged

fingers.

scream for help? Okay, I'll let you

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

was a wooden stick, as thick

to others. If anyone has

ear, "don't ruin her pretty face. Amelia is going to make money

"Don't worry, I will

out his hand, someone immediately handed him some pieces

when Tristan tied the pieces

fear. The coming torture had turned scare

why we have wrapped

sound of breaking the bones? It sounds really nice.

body shivered and my mind went blank.

laughed even

Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the stick at me

my arms

"Ah --"

that almost drove me to

sound of my bones

of sweat began to form on my forehead, and my spirit began

saw that Tristan once again

only hope that I was an

"They are all here..."

Raise your

the target.

eyes, I saw several men in plain clothes break in with

me at the front was