Chapter 23 Wendy's Memories

• Those memories suddenly appeared in Wendy's dream again, the gloomy, dark image of the dilapidated house suddenly appeared in her mind. An obsession to torment that Wendy cannot forget.
• A tall, muscular man, covered in tattoos, violently having sex with her poor mother in bed. It smelled of blood and the smell of dirt and grime that hadn't been washed clean for a long time. Surrounded by a group of people playing cards happily together, they ignored the little girl Wendy, who was tied by ropes with her hands and feet tied, and angry eyes when witnessing that despicable scene.
• Right now, she wanted to rush to stab those bastards with a knife, they were demons from hell, they didn't deserve to be called human. Even if she tore them into a hundred pieces, she would not be able to vent the anger that was boiling, burning hot inside her like now.