When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

“Ho!” I snorted, gazing up at her. “So, you admit that I’m here because of a baseless allegation? What does it count as? Framing? Or murder?”

She curled her lips and sneered. “It doesn’t matter. You can think whatever you want. But since you’re already in here, I advise you to be on your best behavior and don’t even think about leaving.”

“Who are you people? Why are you doing this to me?” Even if I were to die, I figured I should have the right to know.

The policewoman shrugged. Cocking an eyebrow, she smirked. “Who we are is irrelevant. The important thing is that we need young and beautiful women like you.”

Are these people human traffickers? Organ traders?

My face must have gone pale. Those were the only two answers I could come up with.

Seeing the look on my face, the policewoman rose from her seat and approached me. Her fingers latched onto my jaw and proceeded to pinch it tight. I winced at the pain.

I locked eyes with her. “How much do you want? I can give you.”

She sneered some more. Then, she bent over and inched closer to me. Her delicate face leaned forward and lingered in front of me as she examined my features. Her voice was laced with coldness when she spoke, “Ms. Stovall, you should consider yourself lucky. Of all the women we have captured, you are by far the most fortunate. If we had followed our usual operation guidelines, you would have been shipped out of the country by now.”

I stared at her, startled, as I trembled on the inside and out. My heart was thumping fiercely, consumed by fear and unease.

“Just stay here for now. Don’t worry, you won’t die. At least, for

way and, before I

still happening in a society ruled by law? How can

guessed correctly, the syringes and kyanine found in my bag had been a deliberate setup, with the purpose of providing

to do that in broad daylight. They were not officers of the law, but scums living in

few hours I was taken here, they had no intention of delaying time and was more than keen to produce evidence of my crime, which led to

had next to no friends or relatives in A City. So, if I were to suffer from any sort of ill fate, no one would ask about me. If I suddenly disappeared without a trace, no one would be the

me because of that. Also, if I recalled correctly, they injected some kind of substance into my

of my strength was drained away in a few short moments. I could not feel a single surge of

was useless. That call had been my only way out, but I called

stayed in the detention cell that night. As I thought, not a

my blood test, and they injected me with something. Furthermore, they found the syringes and kyanine in my bag in front of

as facts. To outsiders, I

The entrance to my cell flew open. The leading policewoman stepped in

looked back at the police officer behind her and gave her instructions, “Ms. Stovall’s case

“Yes, madam!”

stepped out of the cell, leaving the other officer to deal with me. She handed me the document she had been holding and said, “Ms. Stovall, this is your judgment. You