Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

The most important thing was that the two of them were not even masked.

Joyce’s heart sank to the bottom. The fact that they weren’t masked, or even blindfolded her, could only mean that …

They simply never wanted her to leave alive!

They kept her here for another purpose, and that was why they didn’t just kill her.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her disturbed heartbeat. To avoid being discovered by them, she left the rope alone for the time being and was prepared to wait and see what would happen later.

The two kicked open the old iron door.

They lifted Joyce up and threw her deeper into the house.

The house was empty and lengthy with only a dim light. The floor was scattered with branches and straw. Joyce was heavily thrown to the ground. She struggled to move inside and finally sat on a pile of clean straw.

“It was so hard to get her here. Tired old man.” One of the men opened his mouth and complained, “After we are done this time, I’m going to take a good rest and have some fun.”

Another man sneered, “Cheer up! If we screw this up and we’ll really get fucked up.”

“I didn’t notice it before, but just now I take a closer look… This girl looks really beautiful and sexy. She looks just perfect! What a pity. How about we have some fun?” One of the men’s lecherous gazes had been fixed on Joyce, as if he wanted to strip her naked with the eyes.

Joyce frowned, she could not say anything, but just subconsciously leaned back, until her back was against the wall and there was no way for her to go.

The other man slammed his elbow into his stomach.

The man screamed in pain, “Ah”.

He gave his brother a hard stare, “Don’t act rashly without instructions from above.”

“Got it.”

The man responded impatiently, his eyes did not move away from Joyce, his heart itching, and he must find a way to get his hands on her, so as not to waste the hard trip.

“Come on, let’s go outside and wait. Wait for instructions from above.” He gestured for his brother to hurry up and leave.

The two walked out of the dilapidated house in disgust, closing the iron door behind them.

With a “creak”, the iron door was closed, and Joyce was relieved a bit. She began to continue her work with the rope.

Outside, the sky began to dawn, and a few rays of light came through. The surrounding dilapidated patches however got only more desolate and horrible.

It was unoccupied for a really long time. There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, cobwebs could be found in every corner, and dead branches and leaves could be seen everywhere.

Suddenly, there was an unusual noise from the corner.

Joyce was startled when there seemed to be someone else in the room, moaning and gasping in pain.

She hurriedly moved her body in the direction of the source of the sound.

After a pile of straw, sure enough, a woman was lying on the ground.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Her hair was disheveled and knotted, she looked filthy all over, and her hands and feet were tied. It seemed that she had been here for quite some time. After several days of torture, she seemed to be in a poor condition. Her wrists and ankles were tied up with ropes, and she had bruises all over her body. Her face looked pale and her lips were cracking dry.

Suddenly, the woman moved and seemed to wake up, opening her eyes.

Hearing someone approaching, she instinctively moaned, “Water, give me water, please …”

Joyce struggled to move forward and was astonished when she saw her face clearly…