102 Broken Pieces

Inside of the huge container was brightly lit, Ru's eyes fell on young girls aged 8-13 that were huddled together. There were about 20 girls there. The little girls didn't even look scared and none of them made a sound as if they were in a trance.

Every step that Ru took inside was difficult for her. The scene before her had brought back flashes of the time she was tied up in a lab like an animal ready to be cut open. Her memories might not be vivid but the pain was etched on her soul.

Those girls looked so vulnerable. At this tender age, they were called 'stuff' like they weren't even living, breathing humans. They were being treated as mere objects. Their innocent eyes were looking at her but they were focused.

Coming closer to them, Ru crouched down and examined the look on one of the girls. She held the little girl's wrist and took her pulse. Immediately the rims of her eyes turned red as a volcano had burst open inside of her.

"They seem intoxicated," Jack could only mutter softly in horror. The girls were so young. How can someone be heartless enough to do this?

In the beginning, Ru didn't notice but now she could clearly make out the residuals of the drugs in the air inside the Container.

Ru stormed out of the Container, pulled out her Baretta 92 pistol which she wasn't planning on using today and aimed her shot at all groaning men outside.

"Master, you said not to kill," Adia who had just joined back reminded her softly with caution.

Ru shifted her aim from their head to their knees and started shooting. The silent port was filled with screams... Horrifying and gut-wrenching screams. She couldn't control the bloodthirst bursting inside of herself.

She had inhaled the toxins of the drugs inside the container and the effect was strong for someone like her who had gone through this torture before. But the effect was slow because of her resilient nature. Nonetheless, it was still there she could feel it in her bones... The urge to rip people apart. To just tear everything or anything. Only a stream of blood could calm her.

Her eyes were getting hazy and her breathing was ragged. She didn't look back at her subordinates but gave the orders in a stern voice, "Get the girls out of here to a safe place. And send these men to the dungeon."

Not waiting for a reply, Ru tried to run away from them. She couldn't stay with any of them. Her mind was reeling and her eyes were clouded with murderous intent. Her body wasn't listening to herself. The bone-crushing pain in her body was back. The more she resisted the urges, the more she felt herself losing control.

Finding no other solution, she held her dagger and drove it straight through her thigh. As the blood flowed out, her mind felt a bit of rationality coming back to it. It wasn't much but it was there.

She could vaguely hear the sound of the helicopter propellers in the background as several of helicopters landed on the port. She knew it belonged to her own people and that's why she didn't pay much attention.

Trying to walk away from people, Ru's back hit a broad chest. Whoever was behind of her held her wrist in a tight grip and without even thinking, Ru went into her lethal mode. She felt like someone was trying to cage her all over again. And it made the alarm bells ring in her mind.

Whatever rationality she got was thrown in the wind almost immediately. Her body was completely not under her control anymore. With the dagger still in her hand, she tried to slash the person behind her.

The tall and lanky figure dodged in the nick of time. "Rong!" It was Xiao Zhi Ren's voice who had finally caught up to her. Because of the maze of Containers on the port, he had taken quite a time looking for her. Now that he did, she had attacked him.

He had already been scared for her safety when he heard the gunshots earlier and that's why he chose to hold her wrist. Who knew his small gesture of care was something suffocating for her.

But her green eyes brimming with an indescribable pain stunned Xiao Zhi Ren. It was like he could hear the screams of her mind. Telling him how much pain she was hiding. Telling him how many broken pieces were yet to be glued back together.