My arms were tied behind my back, and this was the first time I had experienced this. It was difficult for me to express how uncomfortable it was, but it felt like being bound to death.

I opened my eyes, it was black. I closed my eyes, it was still black. So my first reaction was that I had gone blind.

Of course, it was also possible that I was locked in a small dark room, because at least my glasses were still on.

Fear set in as expected, no one can remain calm in a completely dark environment except for the blind. But thanks to my blindness, I could instinctively focus on my hearing and smell.

"Is anyone there?"

I tried shouting, but there was no response except for a faint echo.

"Is anyone here?"

I tried again, deliberately raising my voice.

This time, there was a response, but it wasn't a good one. A strange fishy smell invaded my nose, accompanied by a chilling "rustling" sound.

Then, I was hit.

I've been hit many times in my life, but it was the first time getting hit without being able to see. And it happened to hit my head. If we talk about pain, it wasn't too bad, at least not fatal; if we talk about dizziness, it was real. It was even more dizzy than the most I've ever drunk.

I don't know how long I was dizzy for, but when I could finally straighten my head, the fishy smell and rustling sound were gone. Fortunately, I wasn't dead, but that might not be worth celebrating. The place where the rope was tied started to feel pain, and I regained my strength. Oh, I'm still tied up.

"I've only been alive for over twenty years. Have I done so many wrongs? Or is it something from a past life?"

I sighed, wanting to smoke a cigarette, but I couldn't reach the cigarettes and lighter in my clothes even if I stretched as far as I could. Well, I can't run away anyway, and calling for help might just attract that guy back. Since I can't move my body, let's move my brain, at least I want to know who I've fallen into the hands of, in case, just one in a million chance, I can escape from here and make a report. But when I really started to think, it felt a bit scary.

First of all, there was that fishy smell. A person couldn't smell like that, unless it was intentional. And then there was the rustling sound, which didn't sound human. The most important point was the sound of the environment. Thinking carefully, no matter who it was in front of me, as long as it was a person, there would be footsteps. Based on the sound, I didn't hear any sounds like opening or closing doors, which meant I was in an open space, at least not confined. I'm really a genius of deduction! Please call me Detective...

But what's the use of these conclusions?

And according to these deductions, the possibility that the other party isn't human has suddenly increased, right?

However, the fact that I was in a non-confined space was somewhat useful, as long as I could free myself from the ropes, there was a possibility of escape.

Forget it, let's save my brain cells.

Although it feels like I might die, I still want to live. Even if I'm blind, even if my arms and legs are broken, even if I can never see the people I care about again, I still want to live.

Then, as if hearing the cry in my heart, that fishy smell returned. I didn't struggle because I felt a pair of hands tying a rope around my waist.

And my reaction - "Don't kill me, I'll do anything, really, please!" - these spineless words came out of my mouth without hesitation.

The reason I said this is simple: I don't want to die.

Then, my fingers felt someone's hand, undoing the knots on my hands and then on my feet. I didn't move, like a tightrope walker reaching the final step, words like hope, survival, and confidence suddenly became tangible, and my hands and feet felt full of strength.

But I ended up sitting on the ground. Confidence indeed increased strength, but that was before my arms were tied behind my back for several hours, and now I couldn't even lift my arms.

"What the hell!"

As I tried to move my arms, these words burst out of my throat, not because my arms hurt, but because the rope tied around my waist was being pulled, and if I had to describe the strength with an adjective, perhaps a 125cc motorcycle would be more appropriate. Forcing the muscles in my waist to protect my spine, followed by muscle cramps, and the pain of my body being dragged on the ground. I clenched my teeth and pressed my arms against my head, and due to inertia, I kept hitting something like a wall, causing discomfort as dust or sand was sucked into my lungs. All of these finally forced me to let out a heart-wrenching scream...Yes, it was a scream, but I didn't think that was a sound I, as a human, could make.

The only lucky thing was that the whole process wasn't very long. If it had lasted 30 seconds, I'm sure I would have died.

And then something even luckier happened — I saw light!

The intense sunlight was blinding, and though I may be foolish, at least I'm not blind! At least my eyes are still doing their job!

Looking at my hands, although I'm not sure how many cuts there are, at least they can still move; looking at my body, although my favorite shirt is tattered, at least my spine is intact; looking at my legs, although my knees look bloody, these legs will still be able to run and jump in the future!

Speaking of jumping, I finally remembered the rope tied around me...

Maybe I've truly gone insane from the torture? Or am I trapped in a nightmare from which I can't wake up?

Following the snake-like rope, it is indeed a snake.

Um, no, I mean a real snake.

The brown patterns don't look very friendly. I swallowed hard, even though I had no saliva, and looked up to see a thick green fabric tied around the waist. I can't tell if it's "clothing" or not, but the issue isn't with that cloth. The snake has a waist...

Does it have a waist?!

I sat dumbfounded on the ground, accepting the truth as my eyes presented it to me, whether it's a waist or a shapely bosom, whether it's sensual collarbones or a beautiful face, and of course, the snake heads sticking out from the hair and the rope entwined on its hands. In my understanding, the proper name for the other party is "Medusa."

Well, when faced with a real monster, there isn't much theoretical experience to refer to. The only thing I can do is pray that she doesn't eat me.

In other words, "Survive first, worry about the rest later."

I didn't say a word, quietly playing the role of a half-dead man.

She didn't say a word, quietly playing the role of a Medusa with a half-dead man tied up.

The animal fur on the ground didn't say a word, and the warm sunlight didn't say a word.

The only thing babbling nonstop was the water.

I looked at the spring in that crevice, crawled over, and glanced back at the owner of the rope around the waist. I felt that drinking water shouldn't be mistaken as hostile, so I lowered my head and drank from the small water puddle on the ground.

The spring was on the rocky wall, water dripping from the protruding part of the rock. Just below the spring, there was a shallow pit in which the water accumulated, creating a small water pool. The pool was carefully surrounded by pebbles, which seemed to be done by the monster, possibly to prevent sand from falling into the water.

I was very thirsty. The first sip of water felt like my parched throat evaporating. I kept drinking, despite the strange taste, until I had drunk about half of the water in the puddle. When I lifted my head, the face of the monster was about ten centimeters away from me. Although I was startled, I didn't flinch, not because I wasn't afraid, but because I really had no strength left. It was already exhausting enough to be able to nod my head.

Actually, her face isn't that beautiful. It's just okay at first glance. Her eyes, whether phoenix-like or downward-slanted, feel strange, and her nose isn't that high. Her lips, however, are quite thin. If she wore makeup, she should be very beautiful. But in terms of natural beauty, she's already quite good, about 70% for a woman without makeup.

Of course, the above evaluation doesn't take into account the smell on her body.

Ah... Have I become mentally ill to the point of evaluating a female monster?

The body gets tired, and the brain must as well. I feel like my brain usage today has exceeded the limit. I don't know why, but when I opened my eyes, I was bound in a small dark room, hit on the head, half-killed by a monster, and now there's a woman's face in front of me that seemingly grew out of nowhere...

I really need to sleep for a while. At least if I fall asleep, I won't be afraid anymore.

If I could make a wish, I would wish to wake up alive. Miss Medusa, um, let's call her Shajie, familiarly...

Good night.