Someone come and save me. I feel so uncomfortable. I want to live.
I must live.
I must live! !
It's so painful.
Who is it? Such warm hands. The tortured child tried to open his eyes, but saw a bright light and a vague figure.
Don't want. The kid tried with all his strength to catch the hand that was leaving his forehead.
"Absolutely obey my orders... I will let you live." A voice that seemed to come from heaven said softly.
Absolute obedience? No. The nine-year-old child's nails had sunk deeply into his flesh, but the pain all over his body made him gradually lose consciousness.
I want to live! ! He used his last bit of strength to reach out and hold the hand that seemed to come from heaven, holding on to the last hope of living and the hope of going to heaven.
That hand also gently held his, as soft as bone and as soft as water, giving him hope of life. The difference was that that hand extinguished his last hope of going to heaven.
Because this is a hand from hell.
"Never betray, for the rest of your life..." A soft voice floated in the dark cell.