As she said, she bent down and grabbed my hair, with such force that my scalp was bleeding and the blood mixed with mud flowed onto my face, as scary as a ghost.
Ramona let go of me in disgust and ordered Frederick to come and deal with me.
I was beaten to death by the rain of punches and kicks.
I spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with the teeth that were knocked out on the ground.
When I started to roll my eyes, Ramona stopped Frederick.
“Okay, don’t beat her to death. It will be too troublesome to deal with it later.”
As she said that, she walked to me, squatted down and put a video in front of me.
The protagonist in the video was my sister.
She was like a commodity, knocked unconscious and raped. The man in the video had an ugly face and from time to time he pulled my sister’s face to look at the camera.
He also commented crazily on my sister’s figure. Not long after, I heard the laughter of Frederick and Ramona in the video.
Frederick was tired and a little out of breath.
Looking at the video with a meaningful look on her face, she said, “How is it? The man I found is not bad. Look how comfortable your sister is.”