"It's getting dark. Hurry up and choose. If you don't pick one, we'll all take turns instead."
"Hahaha!" The men around me burst into laughter.
"You’re from the Hastings Tribe, aren't you? Your young leader is my boyfriend!"
As soon as I said that, the laughter died and silence fell over the group.
Just when I thought I had intimidated them, the bald man suddenly slapped me hard, knocking me to the ground.
Before I could recover, he stomped on my chest, pressing down so hard that I could barely breathe.
"Using the young leader's identity to lure women here is a common trick of the matchmakers. You hear about the Hastings Tribe's gold veins and come running eagerly, don’t you? Since you refused to choose, then we’ll all take turns tonight! We’ll show you the strength of Hastings Tribe men!"
In the next second, he lifted me like a helpless chick and slung me over his shoulder.
"My boyfriend isn’t some matchmaker! His name is Albie, he’s your young leader! If you don’t believe me, call him here…!"
I pounded my fists against the bald man's back, struggling desperately to break free.
"You dare call our young leader by name? You must have a death wish!"