On the first day after being deceived into northern Myanmar, Lin tide's little finger was cut off with pliers. On the seventh day, the iron burned through her back. On the tenth day, in a pool of blood, she heard a "gu" coming from her chest - like something opening its mouth.
From now on, whoever touches her will grow old. One lash lasts ten years, two lashes make the hair gray, and five lashes dies. More thugs died in front of her than the piglets sold in the park. She was resold in three places as a high-end torture instrument, until a Middle Eastern prince locked her in a glass display case, fed her Wagyu beef, wore a gold collar, and said through the glass: "You are a usable exhibit."
He thought he was collecting her.
He didn't know that she had just sent her own mother to the same dog training ground.
A mad woman who cannot be beaten to death, and a madman who calmly collects her. This is not a revenge story. It's all about revenge being over.
Intention: The end of being hurt is not destruction, but backlash