Death Penalty

"Mhmm?" Mo Qiang opened her eyes and looked at the pearly white ceiling with a frown on her face. Where was she? What was she doing? And where was her darling ruby? Because her ceiling sure as hell was not as empty and white as this one here. 

So where the hell was she? 

She squinted her eyes because she felt a bit annoyed with the glaring lights and then tried to push herself up. But the second she moved, she felt a sharp pain in the side of her bosom. 

What the —

Mo Qiang lowered her head and looked down at the stitches that were on her bosom and was stunned. Who the hell sewed her up? No, wait—don't tell her that someone dug up her organs and sold them!