You?"

"No, who ate you?"

"Who ate you?"

Carmela stood on a tower of bones, unable to see anything but the color of blood.

"Who ate you?"

The woman's voice! She swept around quickly and warily, and there was no one.

"Can't you even remember your enemy?"

Who was it? In this strange sea of blood, as if someone had choked her throat, she couldn't spit out a word.

When she came back to her senses, the whole world was spinning, and in a rapid dizziness, Carmela saw her blood-stained hands.

Angie...... She saw Angie, and outside Selma, Angie reached out and pushed her into the abyss.......

After a sharp headache, she found herself crouching on the ground unclothed, the sound of the wind wailing in her ears replaced by the sound of chains.

The rattling of chains held her limbs tightly.

Immediately after, she saw the severed limbs on the ground, and the white bones of the forest that were exposed to the air, and the bursting veins were entwined with tendons and long red blood streaks that stained the ground.

She struggled, tore, choked, but couldn't say a word, couldn't make a sound.

On the verge of collapse, she saw her flesh being eaten away little by little, starting from her arms, gnawed and sucked by invisible sharp mouths, they bit off her arms, ripped off her collarbones, tore her thighs, disemboweled her, and took out her heart.......

Every nerve, every pore of hers was ruled by fear by this brutal deed.

Afterward, she saw a silver-haired woman holding her head in her hands and holding her head.

The memories come to an abrupt end, and all the scenes are reduced to pieces and scattered.

There was no time to be afraid, and Carmela's whole vision suddenly widened, and she stood naked on the endless sea.

The silver-haired woman hugged her from behind, she brushed away Carmela's hair in her ear, and whispered coldly in her ear, "Are you willing to indulge them like this?"

Her hand wandered over Carmela's bare collarbone, all the way down, resting at the heart level.

"That's your heart, Carmela, it's been eaten. ”

It was as if she had seen herself being eaten again, and her stomach was filled with a puff of sour water, and she began to retch.

Behind her, the strange woman pressed tighter, she pinched Carmela's chin, and ravaged her near her heart, "Ah, listen, it's stopped beating!"

Carmela gasped for air, and the moment she looked down, she found herself back in the sea of blood.

"Ahh

"What are you afraid of, afraid of being eaten again?" she walked over with a languid step, grabbed Carmela's hair and thrust her head into the sea of blood.

In the sea, there were countless strange gnawed faces that were only half left, and moldy skulls, and she saw her own face...... The skin on her face turned into blood little by little, and she struggled to stand up, but she was poured a large mouthful of blood, and the heavy smell of blood mixed with sour and rotten gas sank into her lungs.

The cold voice of the woman above her head was particularly clear in the sound of the water.

"Who framed you?"

"Angie—" She almost cried out

"Who ate you!"

"Sarah—"

"Who framed you?"

"Angie—"

"Who ate you?"

"Sarah—"

"Who framed you?"

"Angie—"

“.......”

It wasn't until she was hoarse that the woman stopped and laughed tremblingly, and the tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes with extreme excitement were especially dazzling by the sea of blood.

The woman's voice was even more indifferent than just now: "Do you really remember, who killed you, Carmela?"

"-An-Ji,——Sa-La"

"What are you going to do?"

She gritted her teeth in hatred: "Kill them!"

They have no right to decide her life or death, why should she bear all this, when she goes out, she will not let go of everyone who despises her, no matter what means she uses, she will screw their heads off!

"Huh, get out?"

She can hear herself!

"You're dead, what are you going to do to kill them?"

Die..... He's dead.....

"Fake..... I still have hands, I still have feet, I still have ....... Ahh

She saw the head lying on the ground, that desperate face, nothing more familiar to her, it was her own head.

Under the spied eye of death, Carmela grinned, her distorted face stained with tears.

She grabbed the woman's arm: "Help me!"

Nothing is more important than staying alive. In just eighteen years of life, she lived in the slums like a pig and a dog, and she hadn't even found the person who brought her out of the dungeon back then, how could she be willing!

She is full of resentment, helping me to avenge, helping me to live, helping me find him, even if this life is never recovered.

"Oh, Carmela, there is never a debt in this world, what are you trading with me?"

"All! with all of mine! I want to live, I have to live!"

"Huh-"

All is calm. Yingli picked up Carmela's head again, and the wind lifted her scattered silver hair.

She hugged the head tightly, closed her eyes and said coldly, "Then, let's start our deal." ”

Dungeon, Love's brothel.

Eight-year-old Katz stared blankly at the naked women coming in and out.

Most of them wore heavy makeup and exaggerated costumes, and some of the older women deliberately exposed their breasts in order to 'sell' themselves. Whenever this happens, the fat-headed men take the opportunity to pinch their white thighs, and the women endure the intense pain and pretend to enjoy it.

The women...... Among those women was Kaz's sister, Bekila, who had been sold to a brothel by her alcoholic father last month as an adult.

Because he hated his insatiable father, he chose to run away from home to visit his sister who loved him the most.

In the smoky room, he saw her being crushed and humiliated in public by a fat stupid man.

Like those women, she pretended to be in pleasure, enjoying the ravages of the dayless days.

She just loves money. Kaz comforted himself.

Soon, someone spotted him and exclaimed:

"Oh my God, may the Holy Spirit bless this little foolish donkey from blindness!"

Amid the cacophony of the crowd, Beckira, who had just enjoyed yelling, stopped, and she met his gaze.

The man who pressed on her slapped her hard and scolded loudly: "Call Lao Tzu, why don't you bark, you!"

Kaz ......" she looked at her brother in shock, ignoring the man's words.

Kaz wouldn't tell Beckira that he had been hiding in the caravan's wagon for three weeks to find her, and he wouldn't tell Beckilla that she really looked like a like she was.

"Kaz-how-ah!"

The man took the belt and beat her like crazy, tugging at her fluffy hair, and pulling her scalp hurt.

"Call me!"

"Ahh

"Louder!"

Kaz seemed to be deaf, his ears buzzing.

He would rather he be deaf.