Every year on the anniversary of my mom’s death, my dad would rather bring Alice than me. He scolded me for being the culprit.
I opened my mouth and looked at Alice, who had a smug look on her face, and was sad and frightened.
My dad looked at Alice with satisfaction. "You're the most sensible."
"Be my daughter. When you graduate and get a good job, I'll buy you a house!"
"As for Joyce, I'll take her as dead!"
Even now, he would grit his teeth when he mentioned me.
I forced a smile and was happy for my dad because I was really dead!
I died because of his adopted daughter, the orphan my family sponsored, Alice.
On the day of my accident, Alice sent me a message, telling me that she wanted to give me a piece of belongings of my mom. She asked me to meet her in an old warehouse in the suburbs.
Without thinking, I took a taxi there and found that the message was not sent by Alice at all.
She sat on the chair and pretended to be innocent as she pointed at the strong man next to her. "Sister, I'm sorry. He insisted on me sending you a message."
I felt that something was wrong before I came here and was not prepared because I didn’t suspect Alice and wanted to get my mother's belongings.
The strong man kicked me to the ground and took my phone away.
I lay on the ground, clutching my lower abdomen. His kick landed on my stomach, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.
Alice looked at me expressionlessly.
"Tell me, how should I torture her?"
The strong man found Alice's expression very interesting, so he played with the dagger and asked her.
Alice thought seriously for a moment. "What do you want to do? Torture?"
"Then you must be ruthless!"
"You have to destroy her face so that the police can’t confirm her identity."
"If you don't think it's cruel enough, you can deal with it later. I just don't know if you know how to!"
The strong man was shocked by her idea. After a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful! You're so cruel!"
When they asked her to leave, she suddenly turned around and said, "You have to make her lose her ability to move first. Her father is a policeman, and she has been trained!"
The man nodded and injured my ankles.
When I screamed, they laughed happily.
I ate leftovers in the warehouse and was kicked and beaten on the ground. Sometimes, they would torture me in various ways.