The Woman From Hell

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I sat back on the bedside again and listened to what these women were saying and laughed a few times. "So it looks like your sons find wives by cheating and abducting them. Do you know that this is against the law?"

Talking about the law with them here was basically talking to the wall.

They laughed one after another, pointed at me, and said, "It's been more than 10 years. If we were to be discovered, we would have been long ago, but aren't we still fine? This place is too remote, and the mountain roads are rugged. Apart from us locals, outsiders who come here are sure to get lost. Especially the police. No one will come to such a remote place. If you expect the police to rescue you, you'd best kill your thoughts now."

"That's right. You won't have to suffer if you're obedient. Otherwise, you'll have to face the music."

Their gentle approaches did not work on me, so they resorted to using threats.

I kept my mouth shut. There was no use talking to these people.

When Mrs. Fulmer saw me like this, she did not say anything else apart from, "We'll make good preparations for the next few days and have her marry Frank next week. Then, everyone will be able to attend a wedding banquet."

They left while talking to one another. Mrs. Fulmer looked at me with a solemn expression. "Whether you like it or not, since you're here, just accept reality. Stay here and don't think about running away, or you'll be in for a treat."

After saying that, she left the room. I heard her locking the door.

Seriously. I was getting locked up again after being imprisoned by Matthew.

Matthew never forced me, but here, what should I do?

The windows had grills. I could not get out even if I wanted to, and I did not have my phone with me. Those people also said that except for the locals, almost everyone who came here would get lost. I definitely would not be able to get out. Even if I did run away from here, might die in the mountains.

Thus, I stayed in the room all day.

It was getting late when I heard a sound coming from the door. The back door opened and a young man came in. He was tan and thin, with eyes neither large nor small. His wrinkled clothes were obviously worn after several years of use, but he was reluctant to throw them away. They were faded. He also had a limp when he walked, probably from having injured his leg.

He walked up to me and grinned when he saw me. "It's time to eat." Could this man be Frank?

At the dinner table, Mrs. Fulmer confirmed my guess. She introduced me, "This is my son, Frank. We see him as an honest person. He fell from the mountain and broke his leg when he was a child. He's a little simple-minded, and you're more than enough. After all, you're a married person, thus a second-hand. We're willing to accept you, and you should be grateful for that."

"You have such a way with words. Since you bought me here, you'd be losing money if you don't accept me, so, of course, you have no choice." I ate the food. Although it was not very delicious, it could at least fill my stomach.

When Mrs. Fulmer heard this, her face immediately darkened. The person sitting on the side should be her husband. He also looked very honest and did not say a word. It was obvious that this woman was the master of the house.

"You're not allowed to eat."

She grabbed my dish and cutlery, dragged me to a small warehouse, and locked me up. She cursed me while having a finger pointed at me, "That's what happens when you talk back, so reflect!"

It was dark and small inside. It was kind of cold too.

I shrank back but could not find a place to sit. Occasionally, I could hear a few chirping sounds. They seemed to be mice, and it scared me even

more.