"I loved you then but you never knew," his gaze unwavering. "I played it cool when I was scared of letting go." Desperate, she pleaded, "Don't tell me your love is gone now," tears brimming my eyes. His reply was bittersweet, "I will always love, but I'm about to treat you like I don't.” Let's cut the long story short: I'm an heiress turned into a slave not just any ordinary slave but a slave to the most dangerous mafia. I wasn't supposed to be in this position, it was supposed to be my best friend. Am Irene snow Porter and these how my journey to hell began
Chapter 1 Prologue
Prologue
I couldn't react. I couldn't scream. My head felt dizzy and my eyesight was blurry. My face had gone numb. I could hear my breathing, but I couldn't hear anything else.
I felt paralyzed.
And I didn't know how long I had been like this.
I woke up to a bright light on my face and my hands tied to a chair
Help me!
I tried to pull my hands in vain.
Help me!
I was shaking in fear as I tried to look around. I felt my ears getting pierced when I heard a very sharp sound and I tried to blink a couple times.
Was… was that a mic getting adjusted?
Someone's here! Help me!!!
Slowly, I found my strength coming back to me when I felt a ray of hope. I could hear many voices in Front of me.
There were people here!
My eyes widened in surprise when I heard a man saying something into the mic. I tried to open my mouth to scream for help but only a few gurgling and moaning sounds came from it. My tongue has gone numb too.
HELP ME!
Then suddenly the bright light in my face dimmed and that's when I saw it.
People have their faces covered in masks, sitting in chairs and staring at me, but nobody is coming to help me.
What's going on here?
I tried to struggle more. My eyes started to sting as tears rolled down my face.
I could hear someone speaking on the mic but I couldn't process what he was saying.
I saw people raising some sort of banner but nobody came to save me.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to wake up from these nightmare and curl into my mother's lap and feel her fingers running on my hair's
“H—Hel..”
The person on the stage kept shouting and panic started to consume me as my eyes landed on banners being raised by these people .
Then they landed on one person
He was wearing a red mask and he was just staring at me. Not raising any banner, nor caring about the person who was shouting on the mic. His whole face was covered but I could see the gray outlines of his hair and his silver eyes.
These place screamed danger. I had to get out of here.
“H-Help…” my throat went dry and my head started spinning.
“H-Help…m–me..”
The man slightly tilted his head and raised a banner. At the same time I finally screamed. “HELP ME!”
Then a strong smelling cloth covered my mouth again and I passed out
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