One and a half hours later, Taylor crouched alone on the roadside three kilometres away from HS Cemetery. She couldn't stop crying.

In front of Sophie, she pretended to lose her memory. She was the Taylor who had forgotten everything that happened six years ago.

So, even if she stood in front of Mommy and Daddy's tomb, she could only choke with sobs and shed tears silently.

She had to suppress the overwhelming sadness and grief in her heart. She couldn't fall apart or cry loudly. She couldn't raise Sophie's doubts about her at all.

Because only if they believed that she had amnesia and that she didn't remember all the old hatred, could they relax their vigilance.

Then, she could have the opportunity and time to take back the painstaking effort of daddy and mommy.

Holding her knees tight, she turned her head and looked at the cemetery. Her pretty face was full of tears.

Daddy and mommy, please don't worry. They wouldn't be complacent for long. They had to pay the price for their rapacity!

"Yo, I didn't think we would meet such a pretty little beauty here at this late hour." A rascally voice sounded.

Taylor was stunned. She turned her head and saw two people standing on the other side of the road. Her almond eyes were extremely cold.

There were two men. One was tall; the other was short. One was thin; the other was fat. Both of them held grasses between their lips. Their eyes filled with lust. They smiled obscenely.

"Fatty, do you think such a pretty chick is a human or a ghost?" The tall and thin man asked. He raised his hand, tore out the grass, and licked his lips.

"It doesn't matter if she's a person or a ghost. As long as we can have a great time with her." The short and fat man rubbed his hands and walked to Taylor. "Little sister, tell me, where are you going? Do you want us to take you there? It's easy to meet bad guys in this wild countryside."

"Oh, what's wrong? Why are you so sad?" The tall and thin man saw the tears on Taylor's face through the streetlight and wore a heartbreaking expression. "It makes my heart ache to see such a weeping beauty. Come on, let me comfort you. You won't feel sad."

"Slim, what a beauty! We're not fooled." The short and fat man touched his lips and said in a low voice. "Could you let me do it first?"

"We'll do it together." The tall and thin man rolled his eyes. "I ask you to watch more movies ordinarily. You dislike it because you can only watch women rather than touch them. How can you make a woman submit to you if you don't know how to play tricks? Watch me later and learn it from me."

Listening to their filthy remarks, Taylor acutely picked out the key point.

They were not fooled?

By whom?

No wonder Sophie suddenly received a call from the company's assistant. Saying that there was an urgent matter, she left her at this intersection and asked her to take a taxi back. So, this was how they set her up.

She was careless. She didn't think that they would use such evident tricks that could easily expose them.

However, as long as they could kill her, they would use any methods.

Thinking of this, Taylor maintained her composure and put her hand into her pants pocket. She unlocked the phone through her fingerprint and randomly clicked a phone number in her call history.

No matter who would pick up the phone, he or she would know what happened to her.

And then, he or she would call the police quickly.

After wiping the tears away and taking a deep breath, she raised her head and stared at the two men. "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"You'll find out what we want to do later." The tall and thin man rubbed his hands and smiled obscenely. "Don't worry, little sister. As long as you behave well, we'll take good care of you."

"It's not far from HS Cemetery. There's a gatekeeper at the entrance. If I shout out, he may hear me." Taylor suddenly raised her voice and spoke loudly.

"Oops, little sister, don't suddenly speak so loudly. You scared me." The short and fat man patted his chest as if he was frightened. After several pats, he started to unbutton his shirt. "Shout out. The more loudly you shout, the more excited we are. However, I'm sure that the gatekeeper won't hear you. Maybe you can call out a few ghosts to help you."

Well, it seemed that Sophie had even bribed the cemetery gatekeeper.

Taylor squinted and stared at the man who was in front of her. She stood motionless.

"Yes, well behaved. There's no point in resisting anyway. You'll only hurt yourself." While smiling smugly, the short and fat man threw away the shirt he had taken off. The flesh on his body was shaking, which disgusted her.

He stretched out his hand and touched her face. "Be a good girl. After having a great time, we'll take you home."

At the moment when his fingertips were about to touch her cheek, Taylor suddenly raised her hand. She put all five fingers together and slashed the man's right eye with force.

The man was quick to react. He turned his face to the right side. Some warm liquid flowed out from the place below his right eyebrow.

With a painful hiss, he raised a hand and touched the wound. Looking at the blood all over the hand, he suddenly wore a fierce expression. "Fuck. This bitch has a blade in her hand!"

"You refused! I cannot predict what will happen!" The tall and thin man said with rage. He took a flick knife from his trouser pocket and aimed it at Taylor. "Bitch! How dare you hurt my little brother. It seems that you want to add to our fun with some blood."

Taylor looked at the blade between the index and middle finger of her right hand. Her mind raced. She tried to figure out how to get rid of them or how to stall for time to wait for the police.

As a designer, she used to carry a blade with her. She could sharpen a pencil whenever necessary. In some extreme cases, she could also use it for self-defence.

Just after the call, she pulled out the blade that had been placed between the case and the phone.

The tall and thin man slashed Taylor's arm with the knife. She subconsciously turned sideways and dodged the point of the knife.

"Bitch!"

The short and fat man yelled at her. He stretched out his hands and held Taylor in his arms from behind.

He held her hard and tight with his fat hands as if he tried to crush her ribs right off.

Taylor slapped her hand hard against the man's arm. The blade between her fingers was plunged deep into his fat arm.

Then while he was yelling in pain, she stepped on his foot, crouched down, and got rid of him.

"You're courting death!" The tall and thin man cursed angrily and slashed Taylor's right wrist before she could keep her feet.

It was too late for her to dodge. The wound bled freely. The blade fell on the ground.

Taylor covered the wound tightly. Looking at the blood that kept flowing out from her fingertips, she looked pale.

If he cut her wrist tendon–

"Bitch, I'm going to kill you today!" The short and fat man wiped his eyes that were almost covered by the blood. He reached out his right hand towards Taylor's breast.

Suddenly, a screech of brakes sounded. Then, there was a "pop-!", a brittle sound.

A black whip leaped out like a snake and lashed at the back of the short and fat man.