“Shout as much as you like. No one can hear. You better save some energy.”
“It’s noon, what do you want?” Mei was terrifi ed in a crouch.
“You must be thirsty.” Old Bamboo fetched a glass of water from the desk and gave it to Mei. “Drink.”
Oppressed by his strong fingers holding her chin, Mei pushed the glass away and hit his face with the handcuff s. Old Bamboo instantly took a step back. His nose started bleeding. He quickly moved forward, one hand covering his nose and the other slapping Mei’s face hard. She fell on her waist. He stuff ed some tissue into his nostrils and then roughly replaced the gag. A little blood emerged from her mouth and dripped onto the white sheet. He turned coldly to the washroom next door. Mei heard the water running, the toilet flushing, the cupboard banging and his scold: “Stupid fucking bitch!”. When he returned with two ropes, Mei was shaking. He pressed down on her body, swiftly dragged her upward and tied her hands to the railing. Meantime she kicked in vain till she lost the strength.