The dim basement smelled of rust and cold iron. A single string of cheap LED bulbs hung from the ceiling, throwing harsh white light onto the naked woman chained in the center.
Her arms were pulled high above her head, wrists raw and bleeding where the metal bit in. Thick chains wrapped her torso, thighs, ankles, no part of her could move more than a finger. Ten armed guards in black uniforms with red dragon on their backs stood in a loose circle, semi-auto rifle barrels never leaving her body.
At the front stood two women who looked almost looked identical, except one carried the weight of more years.
Lan Ying, the second mother of the Lan family and the older one, folded her arms and stared.
Lan Hua, the third mother, stood half a step behind, eyes narrowed.
The chained woman's face was an exactly simillar to these two, but there was something different about their aura.
