Dropping anything here will be tolerated. Garbage. Weapons. Corpses. Babies...
This world... Throws away... Anything... The residents here... Will accept it all.
The black-haired man showed a gentle smile with a background of dead bodies, blood, and garbage behind him. He spoke every word slowly with a reassuring voice like a priest. He asked, "Why did you come here in the first place? This is a place of forgetfulness."
The woman opposite covered her mouth and laughed lowly. The wind with the obvious smell of blood blew the girl's long hair, and said: "Oh, you are so annoying, why is it? Isn't this place where discarded things are received? One more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more."
However, I was not abandoned by anyone, but this world abandoned me. I am not a person of this world.
We won't refuse anything, so don't take anything away from us.
The air in the dark basement was mixed with the suffocating thick smell of blood and heavy despair. The girl's tattered clothes were soaked in blood and sweat and stuck to the hideous wounds on the flesh. After they dried, they were torn off violently, and maybe some pepper water was poured on them? There was always no emotion in the girl's eyes, she just fixed her sights on the unconscious boy who was tied up and thrown to the ground not far away.
The torturer held a red whip covered with barbs and yelled half seductively and half threateningly, "Speak! If you tell me, I will let you go! You can also get food. If you don't tell, you will be tortured to death! No, life is worse than death!"
The girl moved her lips and said calmly: "It's time for me, a burden, to contribute my own strength. Anyway, you won't kill me completely to know the news, and you can't touch him at the same time, right?"
The boy who should have been unconscious not far away frowned slightly and opened his eyes slightly, revealing dark golden bloodthirsty pupils.