Before long, the armed militants took the two to an underground prison, and then pointed to an empty cell, saying, "You two will stay here from now on."
Along the way, Ye Li noticed that all the detainees here were women, some with dark skin, presumably from Africa, and some were women from Europe and America. Their ages ranged from teens to over forty, and their expressions looked quite weary, with many eyes filled with despair.
She speculated that there must be a men's prison nearby, with captives segregated by gender.
The dark, damp prison was filled with a musty smell, making her involuntarily wrinkle her nose.
"I don't want to go in there!" Ding Ling tearfully pleaded.
Then, she resisted fiercely, pressing her hands against the gray-brown wall stained with old blood.
"You bitch, don't you dare play games with us!"
The armed militant escorting Ding Ling slapped her hard, then said menacingly, "Those who don't obey here will meet a very miserable end."
