The despair was overwhelming. I looked at the dark snake pit and listened to the eerie hissing sound. I felt as if I would be entangled and devoured by countless icy snakes in the next second.
The kidnapper kicked me impatiently. “Why are you crying? Make a phone call! Get your husband to pay up and redeem you!”
The suffocating despair took hold of me again. The tragic experience of my last life was vivid in my mind. It was indeed difficult to veer things off their course. I tried to search my mind for any possible way out.
In my previous life, after I was kidnapped, Theodore still came after I pleaded desperately. He was about to take Rosalie around the world in a hot-air balloon he had rented. The two of them were already aboard, but Theodore rushed over at the last moment and reluctantly threw down a suitcase of money to redeem me.
I thought he still had some feelings for me, but what waited for me was an uncontrollable tragedy.
No sooner had Theodore rescued me than he got a call from Rosalie. She said, “Theodore, why did the rope snap? I’m still up in the air.”
Theodore widened his eyes in horror and cried at the top of his lungs, “Turn off the burner. Hurry up… Turn off the burner…”
“What did you say? No… No…” These were Rosalie’s last words. There was no signal at 30,000 feet aloft, and she eventually crashed with the hot-air balloon. Her body was said to have been completely disfigured and her brains mushed. There was not a trace of her once beautiful self
