Tang Yuxin grasped a wooden stick, she looked up at the pitch-black ceiling, the echo of footsteps that seemed to linger incessantly at her ears.
She lost track of time, was it half an hour, or an entire one, just when she felt herself suffocating, the dreadful sound of footsteps that sent shivers down her spine finally receded.
But Tang Yuxin feared, perhaps by tomorrow, or the day after, old man Song would force his way in, regardless of any consequences. Human desire is horrifying, ugly even, and remains relentless even when one knows there are lines that should not be crossed.
But the desire that lurks behind ugliness can consume everything in its path.
If she didn't resort to desperate measures, she might face the gruesome fate of molestation by old man Song.
She didn't know if she could bear the outcome, perhaps she didn't even care about her chastity anymore since she realized, ever since arriving here, that this was her new reality.