When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Ho!” I snorted, gazing up at her. “So, you admit that I’m here because of a baseless allegation? What does it count as? Framing? Or murder?”

She curled her lips and sneered. “It doesn’t matter. You can think whatever you want. But since you’re already in here, I advise you to be on your best behavior and don’t even think about leaving.”

“Who are you people? Why are you doing this to me?” Even if I were to die, I figured I should have the right to know.

The policewoman shrugged. Cocking an eyebrow, she smirked. “Who we are is irrelevant. The important thing is that we need young and beautiful women like you.”

Are these people human traffickers? Organ traders?

My face must have gone pale. Those were the only two answers I could come up with.

Seeing the look on my face, the policewoman rose from her seat and approached me. Her fingers latched onto my jaw and proceeded to pinch it tight. I winced at the pain.

I locked eyes with her. “How much do you want? I can give you.”

She sneered some more. Then, she bent over and inched closer to me. Her delicate face leaned forward and lingered in front of me as she examined my features. Her voice was laced with coldness when she spoke, “Ms. Stovall, you should consider yourself lucky. Of all the women we have captured, you are by far the most fortunate. If we had followed our usual operation guidelines, you would have been shipped out of the country by now.”

I stared at her, startled, as I trembled on the inside and out. My heart was thumping fiercely, consumed by fear and unease.

“Just stay here for now. Don’t worry, you

gave way and, before I knew it, I slumped

twenty-first century! Why is this still happening in a society ruled by law? How can they take me away

correctly, the syringes and kyanine found in my bag had been a deliberate setup, with the purpose

were not officers of the law, but scums living

delaying time

relatives in A City. So, if I were to suffer from any sort of ill fate, no one would ask about me. If I suddenly disappeared without a trace, no one would

me because of that. Also, if I recalled correctly, they injected some kind of substance into my body when I was in a daze.

in a few short moments. I could not feel a single surge

only way out, but I called Savini. All

As I thought,

they injected me with something. Furthermore, they found the syringes and kyanine in my bag in front of so many witnesses at

facts. To outsiders, I must

my cell flew open. The leading policewoman stepped in and glanced sternly at

her and gave her instructions, “Ms. Stovall’s case has been filed. Brief her on

“Yes, madam!”

me the document she