Chapter 237 - Be good and stay here!

Once she took off her clothes, Little Fan Wushuang stood at a corner of the room while holding her backpack in front of her to slightly cover herself. All she had on at the moment was just a pair of pink underwear.

When a gust of wind blew in through a broken window, she could feel the chill running down her body and she shivered uncontrollably. 

The man then picked up the clothes that she had placed on the floor. He looked at the shirt in his hand for a few seconds before looking at her. "Come here!" 

Little Fan Wushuang shook her head. 

The man lost his patience and he went over to her before dragging her back with him by pulling on her ear. Her backpack was dropped in the process.

"Argh!" Little Fan Wushuang cried. Her left ear felt like it was about to be ripped off! 

When he finally released her, he snapped, "If I tell you to do something, you do it immediately! Disobey me again and that would be the last word you speak!"

Little Fan Wushuang nodded while she tried to cover herself up with her two hands. 

"Give me your hand!" the man said as he pulled out his knife from his pant pocket.

Little Fan Wushuang was about to say something, but she was afraid that he might actually hurt her for real. So, she gingerly put her left hand out. 

The man was impatient, and he grabbed onto her hand before slashing into her palm.

Little Fan Wushuang bit down on her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out, but she swore that she would kill this man when she had the chance. 

She then watched as he took her shirt, and using her bloodied hand, he smeared blood all over her shirt. 

Once he was happy with the stain on the shirt, he threw her onto the bed. He wrapped her bloodied hand with a piece of dirty cloth before tying up her wrists and ankle again. 

"Be good and stay here! If you try to escape, I'll cut off your feet and feed you with them!" 

Little Fan Wushuang nodded quickly.

He then taped her mouth shut before leaving the room with her backpack and her clothes. Little Fan Wushuang could hear him slamming the door on his way out. Before long, she heard the sound of engine roaring and the sound of a car being driven away. 

"He's out..." Little Fan Wushuang thought. She looked around and sighed when she could not find anything that would be of use to her. There was barely anything in the room, save for an old wooden chair and a three-legged table.

"I have to get rid of him..." she thought as she struggled to get the ropes off of her. However, her efforts were futile as the ropes were bound too tightly, to the point that she felt stinging pain around her wrists and ankle. And the pain was intensifying with every movement she made.  

"Urgh!" she groaned before lying down quietly. She waited for what felt like eternity, but the man did not return. And after a long time of trying to think of ways to escape and wondering if the man had left her here to die, she fell asleep. 

She did not know how long she was asleep for, but someone woke her up with a slap. When Little Fan Wushuang opened her eyes, she saw the man was back, but he did not bring her clothes back with him. Instead, in his hand, there was a large black shirt.

He helped her up and untied the ropes around her wrists and ankles before saying, "Put this on." 

"Where are my clothes?" 

"With another girl. Now, put it on. We are going to that vault you said in a while." 

Little Fan Wushuang wanted to say something, but she clamped her mouth shut when she saw his deranged expression. She wondered what he had done with her clothes and what did he mean by "with another girl". 

As she was putting on the oversized black shirt, which reached her knees, Little Fan Wushuang's stomach started making noise at the moment, and she looked down in embarrassment. 

The man harrumphed coldly at her. "You won't die without a meal or two. Where is this place?"

After Little Fan Wushuang told him, he dragged Little Fan Wushuang by her arm, and he pulled her out of the house without a care for her comforts. 

Little Fan Wushuang looked around her surroundings, and true enough, there were only trees around the house. She figured they were in some kind of forest. There were wood stumps everywhere. 

"A lumberjack's house?" 

Before she was thrown into the back of the van that was outside the house, she saw the dilapidated conditions of the house. 

"Argh!" she groaned when she fell on the back of the van. Before she could even say anything else, the man had closed the door on her, trapping her inside the dark, small space. She looked around, but she could not see even a speck of light.

She started to slowly hyperventilate as her fear of being enclosed in a small space caused her to think about the monsters in her mind. She could hear the man getting into the driver's seat, and she slammed her fists against it. 

"Help! Please! Don't lock me here!" she begged as she slammed her fists to get his attention.

However, what she got in reply was a loud bang from his end and "F*ck off! Keep the sh*t down or I'll cut off your tongue!"

Little Fan Wushuang did not care about his threat. At the moment, she could feel as if there were things creeping up her skin, and she found it too hot to breathe as well. She kept slamming her fists against the wall, begging for someone to let her out. 

Vroom!

The sudden acceleration of the van caused her to tumble backward.

"Help..."

The back of the van was empty except for her, and she was thrown around whenever the van hit a bump or made a quick swerve. Little Fan Wushuang felt nauseous, and she started to feel dizzy as well. And her lungs ached as she tried to get some air in, but it seemed that her body refused to cooperate with her mind. 

"Can't... breathe..." she murmured as she tried to crawl her way to the door. The beads of sweat rolling down from her forehead entered into her eyes. The stinging pain caused her eyes to water, but she ignored the pain as she continued to crawl forward.

The constant movement and sudden braking of the van made it hard for her to move safely, not to mention the rough terrain.  

When the van hit a bump, she stumbled forward. "Close..." she thought as she looked at the door. 

She slowly pulled herself forward using her hands, but when she got to the door, she found out that it was locked from the outside. 

"No... one... why..."

In the end, she fainted at the back of the van. 

When she finally woke up by herself, she was still in the van, and the constant bump reminded her that she was still on the road. The oversized shirt that she was wearing was almost fully covered with sweat. 

She felt tired, and she just wanted to go to sleep. 

Just as her eyes were about to close again, she felt the van coming to a halt.