But they were outnumbered.
They suppressed me tightly.
Max slapped me and shouted, "You want to be a man, huh? Get up and hit me.
"It's all your fault. Kayla doesn't want to marry me!
"Let's see how you can compete with me when she abandons you!"
Then, Max was tired from hitting me.
Those punks peed on me.
But they didn't think it was enough.
He stepped hard on my broken bones that had not yet healed, and the sound of fractured bones echoed throughout the room.
They also cut some places on my body that were not normally visible.
What completely drove me crazy was they drugged me and took humiliating pictures.
"You now look like a whore!" they laughed at me.
Since then, I had been actually sick.
My mind became more and more foggy, and I even thought about committing suicide.
Every time I almost lost the hope of living, I thought of Kayla.
If I died, the last family member she had would vanish.
How was she supposed to live alone?
I couldn't end my life.
So, I propped up my miserable body and called her, "Kayla... Max brought some people to harm me, he..."