Catherine rode to an unknown destination. She had never come to this place, so she had no idea where she was heading.
The horse was guiding her. She could only have faith in that animal.
The place she was in didn't have fancy buildings. They looked untidy and dirty slums. There wasn't enough light around here. She could only have the torch in her hand as the source of light.
She saw people around the corners, sitting alone, drinking alcohol, or taking drugs. They raised their heads to look at her whenever she crossed them.
She was terrified but kept her head high. Her eyes were forward. She could only pray for her safe return.
However, the moment she was out of the slum, she crossed paths with the remaining thugs.
The thugs were all drunk. They were talking to themselves rather loudly.
"Do you think the leader is having fun with that woman?"
"I think so. He said he wanted to have her first before letting us enjoy her later."
