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.
"It's all right. Come out and tidy yourself up. I'm going to start."
One of the woman pointed at me and shouted. "Tristan, I noticed that this newcomer wanted to shout when the police came, and
I found out just in time. Several of us had a lot of trouble holding her down."
Tristan motioned for the other women to leave first.
The narrow room just spared a little space.
"Is she telling the truth?"
My lips trembled as I didn't know how to answer him.
But I can't avoid it at all.
Those women were doing everything they could to testify that I really did so. "
I lowered my head and said nothing. Tristan grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the door.
My whole scalp seemed to be lifted up.
I felt so painful as my body was dragged on the ground by force.
Sometimes, my hair fell down from Tristan's fingers. It made me feel so painful.
"Damn it! Do you want to scream for help? Okay, I'll let you shout as loud as you like today. "
Tristan threw me to the door. There were a lot of ladies still in the room, but none of them dared to plead or plead for me.
In Tristan's hand, there was a wooden stick, as thick as a man's arm.
"Today I will punish her as a warning to others. If anyone has her idea, she will end up just like her."

The man who had been with Tristan whispered in Tristan's ear, "don't ruin her pretty face. Amelia is going to make money from
her."
Tristan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Don't worry, I will do what I used to do."
When Tristan reached out his hand, someone immediately handed him some pieces of cloth.
I trembled when Tristan tied the pieces to the sticks.
My pupils dilated because of fear. The coming torture had turned scare into extreme fear.
"Do you know why we have wrapped up these pieces of cloth?"
"If you entangle them with your flesh, you will at most have some bruises and won't bleed. The flesh is easier, but the bones
won't be relaxed. Have you heard the sound of breaking the bones? It sounds really nice. Don't worry. I will find the right place
and won't hamper you while you are lying on the bed to serve the guests. "
My whole body shivered and my mind went blank.
Tristan laughed even louder.
At that moment, I saw a bloodthirsty beast. Tristan gritted his teeth and threw the stick at me with all his might.
By instinct, I raised my arms to protect myself.
"Ah --"
That hurt, the pain that almost drove me to the hell.
I heard the sound of my bones breaking.
Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead, and my spirit began to collapse because of the acute pain.
However, this still couldn't calm their anger. In a trance, I saw that Tristan once again raised the wooden stick in his hand...
At that moment, I only hope that I was an insensible dead man.
"They are all here..."

"Don't move. Raise your hands..."
"Sir, we find the target. We find the target..."
Through my blurry eyes, I saw several men in plain clothes break in with guns in their hands.
And the one who ran towards me at the front was nobody else but Robbie.
As I cried, a trace of survival joy came over the corners of my mouth.
Through the mist of tears, I saw that Robbie took off his coat and hid me under his coat.
I said to him in a very weak voice, "Robbie, help me..."
Robbie picked me up, his voice was powerful. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
At that moment, I rested my head on his solid chest and felt relieved.
Robbie walked past those plain clothes and took me away from that hell full of demons.
I saw many policemen in uniforms running into the room.
It was a terrifying experience. For a long time I would wake up in my sleep and repeat this nightmare.
I was even afraid of staying in the dark narrow room alone.
I was sent to the operating room that night. When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
It was a white room with a bunch of lilies on the head of the bed.
On the sofa near the window, Robbie slept on it.
For him, the sofa was too short. He put down his legs and frowned with tiredness.
The coat which was covered for me slipped down to the ground. I wanted to get it up for him.
But I forgot my wound. My arm hurt in an instant and I groaned unconsciously.
Then I found my arm was wrapped with bandage and there was a fixed plate in it.

I alerted Robbie. He sat up immediately and looked at my bed.
Our eyes met.
Actually, I was very grateful for your help. But now, I don't know how to express my thanks to him.
"Still hurt?"
I bit my lip and shook my head, "No."
Robbie picked up the coat and threw it on the sofa.
He took a deep breath and walked to the window. "How could it not hurt?"
It seemed as if he wanted to say it to me, or as if to himself...