Marriage With A Evil Heart

I watched Jacob’s expression and waited for him to continue, not daring to press the issue.

“I was lifted out of the guardhouse to be sent to serve my sentence, but in the process of being escorted, I was inexplicably sent to the north of Burma!”

Jacob’s voice was dull, and a line of tears slid down the corner of his eye and draped over his green stubbled chin, crystallizing and just not dripping.

“North of Maine?” I mumbled, repeating the sentence.

At this point in my life, I hadn’t yet grasped the heaviness and horror of the words North of Maine.

He had a look of solemnity and fear on his face, “Yes, Maine North!”

A bit skeptical, I looked over at Albert, and I realized that his face was also extremely grave, and I couldn’t help but follow up with, “And?”

Jacob was silent for a long moment, his chest rising and falling violently as he seemed to adjust himself.

“What’s going on in North … Maine?” I asked cautiously.

“It was a murderous devil’s den, a purgatory on earth.” The expression on his face when he said this was not at all at odds with his tone, and it gave people an inexplicable sense of trepidation.

“Anyone who goes there is treated inhumanly, there are countless industrial parks, which are really fraud concentration camps.”

My mouth dropped open in disbelief and I looked over at Albert, who nodded affirmatively.

“The people who are sent there, the younger ones undergo centralized training. After that, they form groups to carry out telecommunication fraud, and the older ones do manual labor and various logistical services. The older ones will be sent straight to the slaughterhouse!”

As Jacob spoke, his hands clenched into fists and shook a little, in what was clearly an instinctive reaction to fear.

“Slaughterhouse?” I asked, a little confused.

“It’s just straight up harvesting all of a person’s usable organs! The black market trade!” Albert picked up on Jacob’s words and answered my question, “The slaughterhouse, that’s where those organs are harvested.”

“What?” My jaw dropped and I looked over at Jacob, who was wincing and restraining his emotions.

“Yes, that’s right!” Jacob replied, “As long as the people who go in, all of them lose their freedom, they are not allowed to resist, once you resist you will not be tortured to death, all kinds of deaths, horrible to see.”

I couldn’t help but wince.

“Not only that, but they will extort the families behind these people before you die, until they have squeezed every last penny out of you and all your loved ones, and the only final way out is death!”

Jacob lowered his eyes as tears continued to slide down his face, he was crying silently and I really didn’t dare to think about it any further, what had happened to him?

Albert takes a carton of cigarettes from his own pocket and lights them, handing them to Jacob.

Jacob took it, took a big, hard drag, and then slowly spit it out. In a raspy voice, he continued, “I had no idea why I was there, resisted, and just kept getting beat up until I lost a kidney.”

“What?” I stood up in a flash and looked daggers at Jacob.

The person in front of me is not the same as the spirited, suave Jacob.

He smiled to himself and exhaled a mouthful of smoke, “I’m still good, I won’t admit I have a family even if I die, I’m the only one if you kill me, life and death is a price, I just want to die, but I can’t even let you die a painful death, they’ll lynch you a little bit.”

With that, he held out his left hand to me, the otherwise white and slender palm mangled and missing two fingers, making it a shocking sight to behold.

I broke down at once and sat down on the long wooden bench in a wooden dun, big tears falling down, “Jacob … I’m sorry! It’s me who harmed you! In the beginning if I didn’t have to pull you in, you wouldn’t have suffered such mutilation, and I shouldn’t have let go of my hand on Medikit Inc. I …”

Jacob looked at me with teary eyes, “Daisy, this has nothing to do with you, this is my destiny!”

“Then I met someone who was also a Newport, who secretly took care of me and counseled me to endure. I had to compromise and live on with my life.”

“No wonder I asked so many of my classmates, but no one had your contact information.” I choked back a sob and said, “So how did you escape after that?”

“Escape? There was no chance or possibility of escape there!” Jacob looked at Albert. “It was … Mr. Albert’s men … who saved me!”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .