Chapter 5

The tall guy shoved me and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "I never liked pretty girls," he sneered.

He smashed my whole face into the ground and yanked brutally at my scalp.

Clumps of hair tumbled in front of my eyes.

Something warm and sticky kept running down from my head onto my face.

I whimpered, begging him to let me go.

But instead, they slowly pulled out some rope, a pair of pliers, and a small knife from an old wooden box.

The tall guy wiped the knife clean and grinned, "Tsk, I love to watch you beg…