The people in the room filed out one by one.
When the iron door closed, all the sounds were sealed outside.
Ellen's chest heaved violently, and she vented her frustration by throwing the painkillers in her hand to the ground, accidentally pulling her injured leg. She whimpered in pain and fell to the ground, cold sweat as big as beans streaming down her forehead.
For a moment, only her rapid breathing echoed in the room.
"What is wrong with you people, truly?"
Weakly, Ellen leaned against the cold floor, her voice hoarse and sharp.
"One by one, you all say you like her. But is this how you show your affection, by hurting her?"
"As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter if she likes it or not, right? Saying you like her? It's just selfishness! I won't agree, I absolutely won't hand Aldana over to these people. I must take her away..."
In the quiet room, low sobs gradually echoed.
