On Your Deathbed

Pain.

That was the last thing He Xinlan remembered before consciousness left her. She was greeted by the same pain the moment she opened her eyes.

It was dark. She couldn't make out anything of her surroundings. Instantly, fear rose from the deepest parts of her heart when she realized that she was feeling numb and was unable to move. She guessed that she was tied up to a chair. She squeezed her eyes shut before slowly opening them again, hoping that she could somehow see at least a silhouette of her surroundings.

Still nothing.

He Xinlan bit her lips. Pain… she felt blood trickling down her face, to her lips and eventually her mouth. The taste of iron assaulted her taste buds as soon as the blood seeped into her mouth.

This was not a dream.

Earlier, she had tried to use her maximum strength to move her arms but quickly stopped when she felt something tighten around her wrists. Was it a rope, or maybe some wires? She had no idea.