When There Is Nothing Left But Love

She noticed me looking at her but made no move to respond. Instead, she just sat there impassively.

I paused before commenting on her appearance, “You don’t look like a schoolgirl.”

She chuckled at my statement. Gazing at me, she said, “Why makes you say that? Because I don’t dress my age?”

Realizing that I had made an unnecessary remark, I held my tongue. Next, I scanned the other girls and asked each of them how they got here.

Generally, each of them was taken here under different circumstances.

Some of those who came from poor families had gone looking for work. They were tricked into coming here under the guise of high-paying jobs.

Some of the women had been living alone in the city. One night, after getting off work, they were kidnapped on their way home and brought to this place.

In conclusion, we were all brought here using different methods. But one thing was certain. None of us had any clue what our captors wanted to do with us.

The women tried tugging at the ropes a couple more times but to no avail. It was then that we heard talking and footsteps coming from the outside. The voices belonged to several men.

The women exchanged glances.

your positions!” I yelled, but it was too

in. When they entered

Initially, I thought the men would

women gathered in a group. Then they

Our stocks this time are quite

higher-ups say we

out? Besides, they’ll only be coming at night, won’t they? We have a

dark side of the real world. They knew what

us. A short while later, she turned to look at the man approaching us. Her voice was soft as she made an offer, “Oh, hey, handsome. Since you brought us all the way here,

aback, the man put forward his suspicions. “What do you mean

here, I’m sure there are some who don’t like the idea.

proposal, the man looked back at his

“Any of you want

with a faint smirk, “Well,

man was pleased to hear that, but a moment later he knitted his

woman clicked her tongue. When she spoke again, she sounded even more affectionate. “Oh, come on. With my hands and legs tied behind my back, what can I do? It’s been like this for days. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I don’t even know if I’ll die soon. In the face of life and death, what do purity and innocence even matter? Staying alive is much

work, I’m not going to waste my breath. I was just thinking, it would be great to have a nice shower and a nice meal before my death. That way, I have no regrets if the inevitable happens.

the man a look that was filled to