Before she could think it through, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
Wang Gui was gone.
Her heart plummeted at the realization.
She was trapped all alone in this eerie little room.
Yang Meiling rushed forward and kicked the door panel hard a few times.
She kicked the iron door with all her might, the impact making her knees go numb.
But the door didn't budge at all.
Instead, the violent shaking sent dust from the walls raining down.
She bent over, covering her mouth and nose, and began to cough violently. Her throat was dry and itchy, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Each breath drew in more dust, making her dizzy.
Gasping for air, she leaned against the cold door and slowly slid to the floor, her heart pounding with fear.
Her back was pressed against the iron door, a chill seeping through her clothes and into her very bones.
She curled into a ball, hugging her knees, her unfocused gaze fixed on the darkness ahead.
'What will they do to me?'
