I was moved to another room by the maid. My body was tied to a high-backed chair, and my face was covered with a black cloth. All I could see was the floor under the black cloth.

"Where is the woman I want?" His hoarse voice carried a trace of terror, as if he had been strangled by someone.

My body tightened instantly. The sound reminded me of fear. It's impossible, it's impossible. I have left that place. I can't meet them again.

My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my bound hands writhing unwittingly, the twine scraping bright red marks on my wrists.

In my trembling, the speaker approached me...