Tears of pain fell from my cheeks.
"Now you know fear, stalking him, doing those petty thefts, weren't you scared then?" The square-faced woman slapped me twice.
She was strong, the pain spread from my face, I felt a ringing in my ears. Everything was dark, but I was forced to listen to her.
"I know you went to his house. Did you sneak into his bed, his bathtub, sniff his clothes? I've never been there, and you dare to?" She gritted her teeth fiercely and slapped me again. I shook my head frantically, struggling to bite her hand.
Her slaps kept landing on my head.
While resisting, I kept crying and explaining, "I'm not a fan, I'm his girlfriend."
But it was no use, another woman, who looked quite literary in her glasses, swore angrily.
"You're his girlfriend, and I'm his girlfriend too? You did what we couldn't do. You're really asking for it." She picked up an iron rod from the side and swung it at my face.
At the same time, the two feet on my hand were released. But I didn't have time to block it and took the hit.
A sticky liquid flowed down from my forehead, the taste of blood filled my mouth.
The pain made me stiffen.
But it seemed like I had lost sensation, I shook my head several times forcing myself to stay awake.
Then I tried to find my phone in my pocket, "I can prove that I'm his girlfriend, I'm not a fan, I have pictures."
But as soon as I touched it, before I could unlock it.
It was snatched by the square-faced woman and shattered into pieces.
"You're even more stubborn than us." She kicked me hard in the stomach.
The pain made me break out in a cold sweat instantly, I curled up clutching my stomach.
I didn't even have the strength to cry out anymore.
Perhaps it didn't matter whether I proved I was a fan or not.
Because they were simply crazy!!
"You love to write, don't you?" The woman in glasses looked at me sinisterly, then she and the square-faced woman exchanged a look.
They signaled to the burly men.
They dragged me up and forcefully pressed my right arm to the ground.
One of them picked up an iron rod from the ground and held it over my hand.
The woman in glasses laughed wildly, she asked me, "You love to write stories about Eli, what will you do if we ruin your hand?"
When I heard her words, the tension in my brain snapped, I completely broke down.
I screamed in despair, desperately twisting my body.
But how could it help?
