CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

In a dark room where only the light of the bulb illuminates the entire space. 

"Have mercy, have mercy, I still have a family." This is the plea of a young woman, her hands tied, her face dirty, her body exhausted from struggling to escape the death that now confronts her.

"Shh," The doctor brought his finger closer to her lips, holding a syringe. As he approached a bound woman, she struggled even more.

"Please don't; I'm begging you." Tears flowed again, rushing down the cheeks of a young woman.

The doctor signaled the accompanying man to gag her with a handkerchief and prevent her from speaking while performing an operation.

"Where should I start?" it even asked the young woman.

It was clear in the young woman's eyes that she was terrified; no matter how much she moved her body, she still couldn't escape the hell she had fallen into now.

The smell of rancid human blood immediately hit her nose as she lay on a bed. She couldn't breathe; she was crying hard.

The young woman wore only a towel for quick removal in case of an operation. The doctor removed the towel, revealing her femininity. But the man had no interest in the body of a maiden.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." He said softly. 

The young woman only shook her head in refusal; without saying a word, he repeatedly stabbed the girl's eyes.

The young woman could only clench her fists as she listened to him laugh, clearly happy with what he was doing.

Her tears mingled with her blood; her breath was about to cease; her painful wound was aching her body.

"Take care of those eyeballs; I know many will be after them." The young girl could still clearly hear the conversation. She is scared of what part of her body might be harmed or taken away.

Why must I endure such suffering? What is my great sin that I have to suffer this kind of death? She was filled with wonder. 

She felt it slicing through her body again; she could no longer bear the wounds it was causing. She was getting dizzy from the loss of so much blood; she could smell the blood escaping from her body.

The young girl felt cold, even though she was drenched in sweat and no air was entering that room.

Is this how it feels to die? She pondered these questions in her mind at that time. The beating of her heart gradually faded; the only thing she saw at her final destination was the light of the bulb back then.

She suddenly woke up in a dark place, with no light in sight. She was wearing her clothes—the last ones she had on when she was abducted— on her way home from school. 

She just kept walking and walking; she noticed she's the only person walking now. She swallowed hard.

Celine, Celine. There is a voice calling her. So, she just kept looking around to see who was calling her name.

There was a young woman smiling at her. She extended her hand; she offered her hand in return, she held the hand of the woman calling her, and suddenly they were in a place. They walked back and forth.

A soul embraced her tightly.

We will find and attain justice. Gently, it whispered in her ear.

Even though she didn't receive an explanation, she sensed a similarity to her own situation. Celine just cried and sobbed at that time.

"My mom and my siblings, I can't leave them." Shaking her head, she just cried in her palm.

The woman held her hand, and suddenly she found herself in a place that was familiar to her.

"This is my house. I live here." She exclaimed in surprise.

Celine saw a woman with children. It seems she was looking outside the house with a worried expression.

"Mom, is Sister Celine okay?" She heard her worried sibling ask.

Her mom didn't respond, instead looking at her watch. 

Once more, they made their way back to the site of her death. 

Celine cried at what she witnessed, her entire body torn apart as if it were being stitched. What she saw hurt her deeply, as if it were full of wounds; she also noticed that the eyes in the scene seemed to be looking directly at her. Her whole body trembled with anger; she wanted to go wild.

She just shouted at the top of her lungs, knowing that they couldn't hear her.

"Never—never will I let you be quiet! No!" Celine was already enraged; she had already punched a man, but her enraged fists felt as gentle as a breeze brushing against someone's body.

"Ah!" Again, she shouted out her feelings, unable to contain the intense anger burning within her due to what she had endured.

Celine even witnessed the stitching of her wounds, their subsequent placement in a bag, and their eventual disposal.

"Just throw it away. It is of no use to me anymore." 

She only clenched her fist. 

Celine saw where she was thrown; she knew these events would be news again.

They returned to the place where they were. She saw the woman who brought her, and she took her again to a large mansion.

Ellese looked furiously at the entirety of the mansion.

"Someday, someday," she kept saying repeatedly. "I will never—never stop bothering you. I will never stop." Ellese shook her head again.

Celine didn't say anything more after that. They were thrown back into darkness, knowing that her journey would never end as long as they did not see what they were looking for and achieve it in their hearts. 

She had witnessed other victims, including her own death, and she was aware of this. 

You can do it; you can do it. She thought to herself, the tears flowing down her cheek seemed to vanish like bubbles when they fell.