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.

her seat, her eyes unfeeling. “Just stay here for now. Don’t worry, you won’t die. At least, for the

watched her leave. My legs gave way and, before I

the twenty-first century! Why is this still happening in a society

been a deliberate setup, with the purpose of providing them

daylight. They were not officers of the law, but

was taken here, they had no intention of delaying time and was more than keen to produce

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

if I recalled correctly, they injected some kind of substance into

was drained away in a few short moments. I could not feel a single

had been my only way out, but I called Savini.

detention cell that night. As I thought, not a single person

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

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

open. The

back at the police officer behind her and gave her instructions,

“Yes, madam!”

She handed me