Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 133

My eyes were wide, glued to Addrion's face, waiting for him to continue, not daring to interrupt.

"I was pulled from jail, ready for the long sentence ahead, but in the middle of the journey, I was mysteriously shipped off to Northern Myanmar!"

Addrion's voice was rough, a tear trickling down from the corner of his eye, hanging on his stubbly chin, glistening and clear, refusing to fall.

"Northern Myanmar?" I repeated, confusion etched on my face.

At this moment, I hadn't fully grasped the weight and terror attached to the name.

His face was grave and filled with dread, "Yes, Northern Myanmar!"

I was skeptical, turning to Logan for confirmation. He looked just as grim, hinting me to press on. "And then what?"

Addrion fell silent for a long while, his chest heaving as though he was trying to calm himself.

"In Northern Myanmar... What happened?" I asked cautiously.

"It was a den of horrors, a living hell." His face matched his words perfectly, instilling a sense of fear that was hard to shake off.

"Everyone there was treated like less than human. There were countless industrial parks, but they were essentially scamming factories."

I gasped, shooting a glance at Logan, who gave a firm nod.

"Those who were shipped there, the younger ones, were put through intensive training. Then, they were grouped together to run telephone scams, the slightly older ones were made to do manual labor and various logistical services. The elderly were sent straight to the slaughterhouse!"

As Addrion spoke, his hands balled into fists, shaking slightly. It was a clear reaction born of fear.

"Slaughterhouse?" I asked, puzzled.