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However, the next night, I was knocked unconscious by his parents and tied up in that dark sweet potato cellar.

I became the punching bag for their whole family, enduring humiliation from David Smith and even his father.

In that dark cellar, I told myself countless times that Alex Smith would come to rescue me.

But when I saw him again, it was several months later.

The long-term torture exhausted me physically and mentally, and I even stopped resisting.

That night, David Smith showed up in the cellar again, crazier than ever.

As usual, I stared numbly at the moonlight at the cellar exit.

Suddenly, the face I had been looking forward to day and night appeared there.

I pushed David Smith away with all my strength and called out Alex Smith's name tremblingly.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at me was full of disgust and disdain. Before I could finish my sentence, he left with one word, "Disgusting".

David Smith held up his trousers and laughed at my stupidity.

It turns out that the person I thought about day and night already knew all this.

"Do you think I would do this without his consent? We are brothers."

The cellar door was slammed shut, and the only light in my heart turned into fallen ashes, falling on me.

I later found out that my family had called the police and searched for me everywhere without success.

Alex Smith even colluded with his family to give false testimony, saying that I had a big fight with him and left because I misdiagnosed May Brown.

When the police were investigating, the villagers cursed at me and used foul language.