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.

here for now.

leave. My legs gave way and, before I knew

is this still happening in a society ruled by law? How can they

syringes and kyanine found in my bag had been a deliberate setup, with the purpose of providing them a legitimate reason to bring

were not officers of

few hours I was taken here, they had no intention of delaying time and was more than keen

next to no friends or relatives in A City. So, if I were to suffer from any sort of ill fate, no

me because of that. Also, if I recalled correctly, they injected some kind of substance into my

of my strength was drained away in a few short moments. I could not

way out, but I called Savini. All hope

in the detention cell that night. As I thought,

they found the syringes and kyanine in my bag in front of so many witnesses

taken as facts. To outsiders, I must have been detained because

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

looked back at the police officer behind her and gave her instructions, “Ms. Stovall’s case has been filed. Brief her on

“Yes, madam!”

cell, leaving the other officer to deal with me. She handed me the document she had been holding and said, “Ms. Stovall, this is your judgment. You had better sign