The stone walls sealed shut —
From within the torture chamber echoed a stifled cry of agony from Su Man before descending into a haunting silence.
No one knew what had happened to her.
The witch's chair, Iron Maiden, bronze bull torture, pear torture, the dustman's daughter, Catherine wheel, two-man saw... Seven torture tools, each one a nightmare for women.
The corridor was deserted, silent as a tomb.
All sounds choked in their throats...
Zhu Shu covered her face with both hands, her body violently trembling, tears falling inaudibly.
Bai Youwei leaned against the wall, sitting on the floor, head drooping as she gasped for breath, speechless.
Yu Yaqing also sat on the floor, clutching her injured hand, silently staring down the end of the corridor.
She thought about Hu Ya's death, their current predicament, the future of this world... Her heart was filled with bewilderment.
...
This night seemed unbearably long.