Joyce emerged from the bushes, limping as she approached me.
She looked like a grotesque ghost. One of her eyes was blind, the dead eyeball a grayish-white, and her right arm and leg were covered in burn scars.
She wasn't wearing any clothes, just a pair of shorts to cover herself.
Joyce pulled off my pants and used them as a makeshift rope to tie me to a large tree.
Two mercenaries tried to grab Shirley, but they didn't expect her to run away immediately.
This area was surrounded by dense bushes, perfect for hiding and escaping.
Shirley dove into the undergrowth and quickly disappeared without a trace.
The two mercenaries searched the area, their angry curses echoing nearby, "Damn it, where the hell did that b***h go?"
After tying me to the tree, Joyce smirked and said, "Darling,
