The gazes of the three people were like butcher knives, slowly torturing me with each cut.

My head hurt, my stomach hurt, and I felt pain all over my body.

"Cheryl, what do you want me to do before you can be sensible?"

I wanted to cry, but I didn't know who to cry to.

I wanted to get away from here.

My stomach churned uncontrollably, and I couldn't hold it in after a few attempts to suppress it.

Crimson blood gushed out from my mouth, staining my clothes in front of my chest.