The Woman From Hell

I sat back on the bedside again and listened to what these women were saying and laughed a few times. "So it looks like your sons find wives by cheating and abducting them. Do you know that this is against the law?"

Talking about the law with them here was basically talking to the wall.

They laughed one after another, pointed at me, and said, "It's been more than 10 years. If we were to be discovered, we would have been long ago, but aren't we still fine? This place is too remote, and the mountain roads are rugged. Apart from us locals, outsiders who come here are sure to get lost. Especially the police. No one will come to such a remote place. If you expect the police to rescue you, you'd best kill your thoughts now."

"That's right. You won't have to suffer if you're obedient. Otherwise, you'll have to face the music."

Their gentle approaches did not work on me, so they resorted to using threats.

I kept my mouth shut. There was no use talking to these people.

When Mrs. Fulmer saw me like this, she did not say anything else apart from, "We'll make good preparations for the next few days and have her marry Frank next week. Then, everyone will be able to attend a wedding banquet."

They left while talking to one another. Mrs. Fulmer looked at me with a solemn expression. "Whether you like it or not, since you're here, just accept reality. Stay here and don't think about running away, or you'll be in for a treat."

that, she left the room. I heard

I was getting locked up again after being imprisoned

never forced me, but here,

if I wanted to, and I did not have my phone with me. Those people also said that except for the locals, almost everyone who came here

stayed in the room all

when I heard a sound coming from the door. The back door opened and a

wrinkled clothes were obvious.ne

after several years of use, but he was reluctant to throw them away. They were faded. He also had

up to me and grinned when he saw me. "It's

this man be

table, Mrs. Fulmer confirmed my guess. She introduced me, "This is my son, Frank. We see him as an honest person. He fell from the mountain and broke his leg when he was a child. He's a little simple-minded, and you're more than enough. After all, you're a married person, thus a second-hand.

with words. Since you bought me here, you'd be losing money if you don't accept me, so, of course, you have