When Goodbye Is the Only Choice

The day before the college entrance examination, I was kidnapped by my parents’ enemies and locked up in a dark warehouse where I was tortured for three days and three nights.

Once I was found, my hands and feet were all broken, my lower body was covered in blood and there was not a single piece of intact skin on my body.

If it were not for the slight rise and fall of my chest, they would have thought I was dead.

My mother missed the best time to rescue me because she was afraid of being killed. She was in great pain and swore to make these people pay the price.