In front of me is a constant flow of vehicles. I hear that there is a strange feeling of peace and quiet in the hustle and bustle. It seems that only in this bustle, I can prove that I am alive. I need someone who can prove that my emotions are still alive, that is James.
I want to hug him warmly.
A limo stops in front of me, and a strange man gets out of the car and opens the door.
“Miss Carol, please get in the car.” The man in the black suit with a sigh of relief, politely says.
“Is James asking you to come?” I ask.
He does not speak, and still, look at me that way.
I don’t doubt him and get in the car.
The man in the black suit sits by my side, staring at me fiercely, and I frown secretly.
The car drives quickly to the suburbs.
Gradually, I suddenly feel that something is wrong because the car is driving to a more and more desolate place. It can be said that it is inaccessible. Why James ask me to come to this place.
I look puzzled outside the window and say, “Where is this? How do we get to this place?”
The man in the black suit says, “Shut up!”
At this time I realize that something is wrong. They are not James!
“Who are you? Where did you take me here?” I start to panic, secretly holding the phone to send a message to James.
“Miss Carol, I think you’d better keep silent. Don’t play trick at this time.” The mobile phone is snatched by him.
I take a deep breath, and at this time I must calm down.
“You guys are from the Entertainment Club, right?” I sit upright, keeping alert to the people around me.
The manuscript I wrote about the Club has already been reported. If I guess correctly, they must be the people who intend to avenge me.
I have been a reporter for so many years, and this is the first time I have faced such a situation. I have also heard people say that as a reporter, you have to dare to speak and prepare to be taken revenge at any time.
The other party doesn’t deny that.
I guess right.
The car stops on a mountainside, opposite a villa.
I am pulled out of the car by a man in a black suit and drags me towards the villa.
“Let me go, I go myself!” I struggle and glance at the surrounding environment.
This place is too remote. Even if I can run out, there is no transportation for me to escape smoothly.
“Miss Carol, please.” The door opens, and I stand at the door, staring blankly at me.
Two or three hugs each other, and having sex as if no one is around. The voice of obsessives fills the hall, and wherever the eyes go, there are scenes people having sex.
I turn and run.
It is subconscious, there is no other thought in my heart, and I even think of their intention to bring me here.
“Why did you run?” The voice of the man behind is cold, “Wait a minute, then you will know that the most authentic side of Entertainment Club. You are an authentic reporter, so how about you write a story about you being raped, ”
I am caught again and there is nowhere to run.
The sun is shining brightly outside the gate, and as long as I turn back, there is boundless darkness.
Rape and murder…
“Let’s go. I will let you see it for yourself, our big reporter.” The man only wears a bathrobe, his waist is simply covered with a waist rope.
I don’t know how I walk into this room, staring at the scene in front in a hazy manner.
“I don’t expect anyone in this world who dared to write our gossip in the Entertainment Club. It’s really courageous.” He applauds, looking at my eyes with the joke.
In front of my eyes, and in my ears, I am shocked by what I have heard.
“Aren’t you afraid to be exposed if you do this?” I say with courage.
“I am the law here. What do you think I ask you to do today? I just want you to taste it, and maybe you are addicted to it.” This man is the owner of the Club. It is Troy. I remember it now. I have seen him in the newspaper before, but the content of that newspaper is a tribute to him.
“Everyone, come here. Satisfy our reporter!” Troy waves his hand, and the people behind him immediately understand.
I sweat for a moment, “What do you want to do? Let me go!”
“You’d better stay silent. We are still waiting to see it!” Troy smiles at me.
My hands are grabbed, and I watch them take out the things that torture me.
A pot of yellow crickets, wrapped sticky together, crawled back and forth.
“You… what on earth are you trying to do?” I am scared.
“They like to find holes. And then you will know how happy you will be!”
Troy’s scarlet eyes look at me, perverted and crazy.