My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Her martial arts experience was apparent as she easily threw me to the ground with a few moves. She kicked me in the ribs with no mercy in sight.

As her patience wore thin, she stopped wasting time talking to me. She took my fingers and the pen, then forcibly signed my name on the document. She then grabbed my fingers and pressed them onto the wound on my forehead.

After a moment, my blood- stained finger was pressed on top of my signature on the document. She had done everything so smoothly, as if it were routine done a hundred times before. The door closed behind her with a 'bang.1

I laid on the ground, my body still shaking as the pain began to spread through every part of my body.

I couldn't imagine the mess I'd gotten into.

I laid on the ground, motionless.

Three days later, I was dragged into a car by two women. My eyes were blindfolded. The time I spent in that car felt like it stretched on for hours.

By the time the gauze strapped around my head was removed, I had alread been locked up in an unfamiliar, filthy place.

with asbestos tiles that formed a triangular shape on its

a woman cry out. I pulled myself together and

my hands and feet tied up. Needless to say, after days of use,

next to me, shivering

out first!" Someone said. I spared the speaker a look and found myself looking at a woman in her early twenties.

the other girls stopped

trembled as they asked,

that we're in the countryside. Let's figure out where we are and how to escape!" The sprightly woman said as she

is it? We don't even know exactly where we are, so how can we escape? If we ended up in the mountains, even if we managed to escape, we would still be

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turned to me and were stunned

woman asked, "What's the point of taking us

out either. I had originally thought that those people were going to sell me to other