In a small cottage in a dilapidated mountain village, Zoe is tied up and imprisoned on a cold earthen bed.
She was alone in the corner, shivering.
In the room, it is dark, four men were sleeping beside each other.
At this point the three men were snoring frantically, one after the other, making it more and more annoying.
They rarely bathed, and the whole space was thick with the smell of men's bodies and the stench of their feet, which was disgusting.
The cold wind, streaming in from inside the broken window, made her shiver with cold.
She had nothing on her at the moment but her own clothes.
She had been here for a month and had not changed her clothes or even left the dirt floor except to go to the bathroom.
Several of them watched over her day and night.
At night, the three of them slept and one watched her.
Even during the day, there was always someone who watched over the house.
They even gave her only half a bowl of rice and no vegetables for two days just in case she had the strength to escape.
Water is given only half a glass of water for two days.
Now she is weak and unable to move at all with someone watching her every day.
She wanted to leave, but every moment she was tied up and watched, she had no way out.
This darkness almost broke her spirit.
But even so, she still knew that she could not sit back and wait for death.
She must not, like the women here, resign herself to a lifetime of captivity as a tool of the men.
She is leaving.
To return to Flento City.
To find Robert.
She misses him badly.
Bracing her frail body, she once again struggled silently and desperately.
This time, however, she found that the rope binding her body was loose.
Today, it was the eighty-year-old who gave her a bundle.
She thought it was probably because his hand wasn't strong enough.
At this moment, she was as ecstatic as someone who had been trapped in darkness for a long time and saw the long-lost sunlight.
She carefully dropped the rope, then got up, braced herself and crossed over to the bed, past the father and sons.
All of them, during this time, had spent a lot of energy tossing her around and guarding her.
Probably because they were so tired and hadn't been resting well, all three slept very hard and didn't respond at all.
Not even realizing that she had gotten up.
After getting off the bed, she left her shoes on so as not to make a sound, and tiptoed straight out of the room, lifting the curtain of the door.
Outside the room, where the fire is burned for cooking, is a place that is connected to the door inside the home.
The man, who was in his thirties at the moment, was sitting in the doorway resting.
The man was leaning against the door panel, his back to her, wearing a blue thunderbolt hat, a large tattered cotton jacket, large cotton trousers, stinking.
Seeing that the man had not moved and listening to his breathing was even, Zoe thought that the man should have fallen asleep.
Creeping up behind the man, she took a quiet glance, only to find that he was really asleep.
Immediately her heart fluttered and she braced herself, and ran right past the man.
At this instant, the man's eyes opened at once.
When he saw Zoe running away, the man immediately got up and shouted to the inside of the house, "Hurry all up, the bitch is getting away."
It was a sound that sent chills down Zoe's spine.
The strong fear and the desire to live still filled her with strength.
Gritting her teeth hard, she opened the door and ran out through it.
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