Chapter 10 Punishment!

They threw Ilyana's helpless petite body again, as she was overwhelmed by their strength. She fell to the floor. Her body hit an area that felt soft, almost like a sofa, and there was no pain upon impact. Her head was spinning as she squirmed and screamed. Ilyana tried to get up, using both of her palms. She felt the softness again. It was nothing like a floor; it was incredibly soft, and her hands sank into it, like pressing on a foam mattress. Ilyana decided to put aside her current position and quickly stood up, tossing her hair aside.

She saw the door closing! With all her might, she stood up, albeit clumsily. Ilyana stumbled, and the place slowed her down, almost like running on a foam mattress. Her feet sank in, forming holes under her weight. It took balance to move properly. But Ilyana didn't have time for that! The door was closing rapidly, so she decided to crawl. Using her hands and knees, she moved quickly towards the door.

Her hand managed to make it out. However, the people pushed her back, throwing her farther away. Ilyana refused to give up; she tried to stand again with all her strength and crawled towards the door. This time her struggle paid off. Half of her body was out. However, the Right's men, of course, wouldn't be defeated by one raging woman. One of them grabbed Ilyana's body and threw her back inside.

Ilyana grabbed the man's leg and bit it! It was a fierce struggle.

"Aaaarrgghhhh!" The man screamed as he felt her biting his leg. Frustrated and even angrier, he pushed Ilyana roughly, releasing her grip on his leg and throwing her again.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

Ilyana's body bounced off onto the soft area once more. The room was very bright. Ilyana tried to stand up, and by the time she managed, the man had already exited. They shut the door right before Ilyana could reach it again.

"No, no, no!" Ilyana shook her head, reaching the door. She failed once more, despite her efforts. Her nails scratched the door, which was as soft as the floor.

Ilyana's breathing became erratic. Her heart raced rapidly, not only due to the intense struggle she had just been through but also because of the deep-seated fear that enveloped her. It was suffocating, sending shivers down her spine and making her blood rush so quickly. Ilyana turned pale.

She spun around, surveying the room she was in. Ilyana had only just noticed the room. She had heard Mr. Right mention that this place was called the Silent Room. She also heard about the man she had asked for help, the man in black with an oriental face. A man Ilyana felt she should recognize but had no recollection of. She only had a gut feeling, and for some reason, she had asked for his help. For some reason, Ilyana had complete trust in the oriental-faced man. The way he looked at her was entirely different. Like there was something profound. Ilyana was relying solely

It was as if there was something profound. Ilyana relied solely on her instincts. Ever since the man had said that this room was reserved for those who had made fatal mistakes, Ilyana had been terrified. Now they had truly taken her to an unfamiliar place.

Ilyana lifted her face, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she raised her head. Her breaths were rapid and heavy, coming in and out through her nose and mouth. As her head was lifted perfectly, and her eyes scanned the surroundings, Ilyana realized they had brought her into a white room. It was box-shaped, about five by five meters in size, with the ceiling at the same height. Ilyana's breath quickened as she looked around; every perspective seemed the same.

The room appeared incredibly bright with white light from hidden lamps on the unseen sides, concealed within the walls and ceiling. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered with the same soft material, like white buttoned sofas, arranged to form a room. Ilyana noticed that all the soft surfaces were present on the ceiling, walls, and floor. This place, this room, with its white color, felt like a room for the mentally disturbed. It was exceedingly bright and dazzling. Ilyana even had to squint her eyes to adjust her retinas, like staring at the sun. And there was nothing there except the empty room. Now the door was closed, and no matter where she looked, left, right, or up, her fear deepened. She had never felt this terrified before.

Ilyana was suddenly gripped by panic. She turned her body back to face the door she had leaned against earlier. Beads of cold sweat began to form on her temples, and her pores, both on her body and face, opened up.

"No! No! Noooooo!!!" Ilyana screamed at the top of her lungs. However, her voice didn't echo, unlike in regular rooms. The soft cushions seemed to absorb and drown out her voice. This room consumed all the energy she put into it. It was truly terrifying. Ilyana scrunched up her face and pounded the side she believed to be the door. "Get me out of here!!! Hey!!! Get me out of here!!!" Ilyana shouted until her voice became hoarse and nearly disappeared. She slapped and scratched the door's part that was also covered in the same soft material.

Ilyana cried and screamed continuously until her voice grew hoarse. But now, Ilyana seemed to understand the function of these soft walls and floor. Yes, they were soundproofing. No matter how loudly Ilyana screamed and struggled, no one would hear her. This room looked extremely frightening, and its bright light was torturous, like being forced to stare at a spotlight. It was blinding and eerily silent. Her own screams couldn't bounce back. They were muffled, like crying and wailing, but within pillows and foam.

The cushions were incredibly unnerving. Ilyana's mind was already half in terror before anything had even happened. And with the increasing glare, her eyes began to hurt. She decided to explore the room, searching for an escape, feeling every corner in detail, but everything was tightly sealed. There was no way out. She struggled frantically, biting and scratching the cushioned walls and floor. However, the material was so thick that it didn't even scratch. Ilyana cried even louder. She wept uncontrollably. This place was making her more stressed, more depressed, more frightened. She ran to the end of the room, back and forth aimlessly, until her legs gave out.

Ilyana was powerless. She crawled to a corner of the room, no longer able to do anything. She hugged her knees and buried her face between them, feeling defeated, hoping to escape this horrifying place.

She was truly trapped, like a person with a disturbed mind.

TO BE CONTINUED