I woke up to the smell of dust and damp concrete.
Where was I?
My head throbbed with a dull, insistent pain, as I tried to figure out where this place was.
The last thing I remembered was seeing Qiao Mei's face pressed to the floor while she looked into my eyes in horror.
A chill ran down my spine as I remembered.
I was lying on a cold, rough floor, my wrists were bound tightly behind my back with a coarse.
Any sharp movement, and a pain so bad would shoot through my body.
I took a sharp breath, fear instantly replaced by clarity. I won't die today. Definitely not like this.
If I was right, the people who kidnapped us were the debt collectors as long as they have money, they would let us go.
This was not the first time I was encountering them.
I looked around to confirm that I was in a small, dark basement, lit by a single bare bulb. My eyes adjusted, and I saw a figure huddled against the wall, knees pulled to her chest, trembling violently.
