The drugs blurred my thoughts, bringing back
the night Jason confessed his love.
He held a bouquet of yellow roses, his eyes
shining like stars.
But then a sharp pain jolted me back to
reality.
The bag was ripped off, and I was tied up in
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an abandoned factory.
I forced myself to remain calm, and while the
kidnappers were talking, I struggled to reach
my phone.
I managed to find the dial pad, hoping to call
someone.
But they quickly noticed and the leader
slapped me.
“You bitch, trying to call for help!”
He threw my phone away.
I was dizzy, but somehow the call went
through. I stared at the phone, desperate.
The phone rang twice and connected. I cried
out,
“Help me, I’ve been kidnapped!”
But the other end only laughed. It was Jason.
“Sherry, I warned you yesterday. What’d you
do?”
The call ended.
I was paralyzed.
I don’t know how long I was there. I drank
dirty water and ate moldy instant noodles.
My legs and fingers were covered in puncture
wounds.
Any resistance meant more needles. My
thighs, fingers, and face were pierced.
Eventually, I stopped resisting. I even ate
noodles from the ground like a dog.
I closed my eyes, wishing to join my mother.
But why not just kill me?
A few days later, Jason received a call from
the nursing home–his sister had woken up
after years of unconsciousness.
He sped to the hospital.
Their reunion was emotional. Then, his sister
said something that shattered him.
“Brother, I could hear you while I was
unconscious. I know you avenged me.”
“But I was mentally unstable. I mistakenly
associated the bully with Ms. Lee. She’s
innocent.”
Ms. Lee was my mother.
Chapter 2
My head spun; it was like a static–filled TV
screen.
“Vivian, what are you saying?”
Vivian, weak, repeated herself.
“Ms. Lee was innocent. Remember I
transferred classes? My teacher was bullying
me, but Ms. Lee from the next class stood up
to the school administration because of
bullying.
I thought things would be better if I
transferred to her class.
But after I transferred, the bullies were more
subtle, and Ms. Lee didn’t notice. I started to
hate her. She could help others, but not me. I
wasn’t right in the head; I blamed her for
everything.”
Jason stumbled, nearly falling.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Vivian lowered her head. “You were always so
busy. I wanted to tell you, but you told me to
wait, that you had a meeting…”
The color drained from Jason’s face.
He realized what a fool he’d been.
He’d toyed with my emotions, hastened my
mother’s death, scattered her ashes, and even
orchestrated a kidnapping.
Jason didn’t want me to show how much I
cared for my mom.
Seeing his sister in the hospital bed, he was
tormented, acting out of revenge but losing
control of his emotions.
After my mother’s death, he thought the true
enemy was gone.
Regarding the daughter of his enemy, if I
didn’t care much about my mother, and if he
was cruel to me, keeping me close, he could
live with himself.
His sister wouldn’t blame him.
But now, everything showed him he was
wrong, terribly wrong.
He felt like breaking down, begging for
someone to help him.
His phone rang. It was the kidnapper’s leader.
“Mr. Smith, when are you coming to pick her
up? She’s unconscious, and we don’t dare
touch her!”
Jason raced to the warehouse.
He found me, covered in blood, lying lifeless
on the ground.
He scooped me into his arms. The touch
caused me to cry out in pain, even in my
unconscious state.
“Mommy, it hurts, it hurts so much,”
Jason’s face went pale. He released me and
grabbed the kidnapper’s collar, punching him.
“Who hurt her like this?! I said just scare her,
who hurt her?!”
Г
The angry kidnapper replied: “Didn’t your
secretary tell me? Just don’t kill or maim her!”
Jason weakly let go, burying his face in his
hands and weeping.
His secretary, Jessica. He thought she was
discreet and obedient.
He’d had her help him in his scheme against
me, even having her fake suggestive sounds.
But at some point, she’d gotten greedy, and
Jason hadn’t noticed.
He’d also used Jessica to arrange the
kidnapping, to stop me from searching for my
mother’s ashes.
Jason finally realized: he was the one who
deserved to die.
He took me to the hospital. After cleaning me
up, he saw the countless needle pricks on my
limbs and face.
The doctors were shocked. “What kind of
sadist did this? This is torture!”
Г
Jason felt like his insides were ripped apart.
The doctor’s touch made me wince in pain,
even while unconscious.
