My eyes were bloodshot. Just as I was about to kick the door open, a hand suddenly covered my mouth and nose, dragging me back to the bed.
The faces of those men etched into my memory, haunting my nightmares endlessly.
"That night, we didn’t have enough fun. How about another round?"
Their voices mixed with the obscene sounds from the next room, sending horrifying images flashing through my mind.
Despair swallowed me whole as I shut my eyes.
Then, the door was kicked open and the entire hospital room was instantly flooded with light.
A squad of international mercenaries surrounded the hospital room in an impenetrable formation.
My father rushed to me, his eyes brimming with tears. He held me tightly, his voice trembling. "Son, I’m sorry I came too late!"
