Jackson opened one of the bedroom doors and found a young woman lying on the floor handcuffed to the leg of a bed. Her hair and clothes were messy, she looked pale and her eyes were red from crying. "Please, let me go!" she screamed. "I've been here for a week!"
Jackson looked at the woman's face with pity; it wasn't his sister, but it was still shocking to see. What were these people doing in this apartment? Was this some kind of sick fetish?
"Trisha, help this woman," he said to Trisha before he rushed to the next room. Trisha quickly ran inside with discomfort. It was hard for a woman to see another woman in this state. What had happened to her? Why did she look so pale and frail?
