Lost in You novel Chapter 9

In front of me is a constant flow of vehicles. I hear that there is a strange feeling of peace and quiet in the hustle and bustle. It seems that only in this bustle, I can prove that I am alive. I need someone who can prove that my emotions are still alive, that is James.

I want to hug him warmly.

A limo stops in front of me, and a strange man gets out of the car and opens the door.

"Miss Carol, please get in the car." The man in the black suit with a sigh of relief, politely says.

"Is James asking you to come?" I ask.

He does not speak, and still look at me that way.

I don’t doubt him and get in the car.

The man in the black suit sits by my side, staring at me fiercely, and I frown secretly.

The car drives quickly to the suburbs.

Gradually, I suddenly feel that something is wrong because the car is driving to a more and more desolate place. It can be said that it is inaccessible. Why James asks me to come to this place.

I look puzzled outside the window and say, "Where is this? How do we get to this place?"

The man in the black suit says, "Shut up!"

At this time I realize that something is wrong. They are not James!

"Who are you? Where did you take me here?" I start to panic, secretly holding the phone to send a message to James.

"Miss Carol, I think you’d better keep silent. Don't play trick at this time." The mobile phone is snatched by him.

I take a deep breath, and at this time I must calm down.

"You guys are from the Entertainment Club, right?" I sit upright, keeping alert to the people around me.

The manuscript I wrote about the Club has already been reported. If I guess correctly, they must be the people who intend to avenge me.

I have been a reporter for so many years, and this is the first time I have faced such a situation. I have also heard people say that as a reporter, you have to dare to speak and prepare to be taken revenge at any time.

The other party doesn’t deny that

I guess right.

The car stops on a mountainside, opposite a villa.

I am pulled out of the car by a man in a black suit and drags me towards the villa.

In front of my eyes, and in my ears, I am shocked by what I have heard.

"Aren't you afraid to be exposed if you do this?" I say with courage.

"I am the law here. What do you think I ask you to do today? I just want you to taste it, and maybe you are addicted to it." This man is the owner of the Club. He is Troy. I remember it now. I have seen him in the newspaper before, but the content of that newspaper is a tribute to him.

"Everyone, come here. Satisfy our reporter!" Troy waves his hand, and the people behind him immediately understand.

I sweat for a moment, "What do you want to do? Let me go!"

"You’d better stay silent. We are still waiting to see it!" Troy smiles at me.

My hands are grabbed, and I watch them take out the things that torture me.

A pot of yellow crickets, wrapped sticky together, crawled back and forth.

"You... what on earth are you trying to do?" I am scared.

"They like find holes. And then you will know how happy you will be!"

Troy's scarlet eyes look at me, perverted and crazy.