The Myanmar man's hand tightened around her throat as his strange accent broke through the air.
"Your sister? Oh, is that the piglet sent last time?"
"As long as you follow us and do your job well, one day you will be able to see your sister."
I screamed madly that I didn't want this.
After all, the next time they met might be the day she too would be tortured to death.
All I wanted was for her to go back.
But she didn’t; she obediently followed them into the park.
I saw that all her luggage and communication devices were confiscated and then tossed into a dormitory that barely measured ten square meters but housed over ten people.
It looked familiar; it was exactly the room I had once lived in.
Hearing the sound of the iron door locking, she sprang up and calmly surveyed the other women.
Their eyes were numb; faced with newcomers, they were indifferent and ignored them just like they had done with me back then.
"Have you seen my sister? She has a mole under her right eye."
But no one spoke.
Surprisingly patient, Sarah repeated her question again.
This time, a slightly overweight woman opened her eyes impatiently.
"Everyone who comes here is short-lived! Who has seen your sister? If you really want to see her, just kill yourself right now and you'll see her immediately!"
The woman's words were vicious.
Given Sarah's personality, that woman's head should have already been smashed against the wall until it was bloodied and unrecognizable.
But no.
Sarah merely stared at her intently; there was an inexplicable chill in her eyes that made one’s back shiver.
"So you have seen her."
"Is she dead or alive?"
The woman rolled her eyes: "Never seen her, never seen her."
"Keep shouting and I'll kill you!"