The men swarmed us, not giving even a tiny space for us to move out. It was suffocating that their number increased. That man was eagerly torturing us with his power by ordering his people to besiege us from all directions. It was his base anyway. Everyone would do anything under his order and control. Murdering might be the worst choice.

One man grabbed Vera’s shoulder while one of her hands was still clutched on mine. The stronger I defended her; the more forceful they pulled her off me until we both tumbled down. Two bulky men brought Vera with them. Meanwhile, one muscled broad-shouldered man dragged me into the...