Ming Mei could only feel the cold and hard surface beneath her, as if she was lying on the ground.
Her mouth was taped shut, and she was trussed up like a dumpling, unable to move a muscle.
Ming Mei was wreathed in pain, her arms and legs tightly bound with ropes. The coarse rope was almost cutting into her flesh such that any slight movement brought searing pain.
She felt as if her body was on fire. Without looking, she knew her wrists were chafed raw, skin completely gone.
And, she was feeling a dull ache in her lower abdomen.
She was bathed in an icy sweat. She gritted her teeth, muttering, "Damn it, Aunt Flo didn't choose to visit now, did she? She shouldn't be coming at this moment!"
This was not the time to worry about such things. The pressing issue was how to escape.
But in her current state, forget escaping, she couldn't even move. Escape seemed improbable.
