Chapter 55: Eden Lake: Golden Arm

At this moment.

In the woods surrounding Eden Lake.

A horrific death game is underway.

Steve and Olivier shouted as they fought bare-handed against several boys with knives, Olivier’s arm already bleeding.

Angela and Zhen Ni, the two women, fled wildly backward.

Before the bonfire, a black dog lay dead in a pool of blood.

It seemed a conflict had broken out here.

The leader of the boys, Brett, screamed, “You killed Bonnie—I’ll make you die!”

The sounds of struggle, curses, and tearing muscle grew louder; Angela and Zhen Ni dared not look back—they knew only by escaping to town could they save them.

But soon.

The roar of an engine came from the forest path; the two fleeing women saw their car approaching—but to their dismay, the driver was none other than Brett himself.

His eyes filled with hatred, he slammed the gas pedal and drove straight toward them.

Crash!

The two women couldn’t dodge in time and tumbled down the slope; when they finally struggled to their feet, they could only stagger deeper into the woods.

Behind them, Brett still chased after them with a knife.

Soon.

The two clean women squeezed together inside a trash bin, breathing in the pungent, fecal-like sticky sludge beside them, feeling the greasy stickiness clinging to their skin, nearly vomiting—but they held each other’s mouths with their hands, daring not make a single sound.

Outside, silence reigned—as if nothing existed.

Recalling the past day and a half felt like a nightmare.

When they discovered their phones and car keys had been stolen, they chose to confront the teenagers to retrieve them—only to be nearly run over by their own car, driven by the teens.

With no other option, the four walked on foot; by the time they found the thieves, night had fallen.

The five thieves were torturing a beaver by the bonfire, with a black dog lying nearby.

Steve and Olivier stepped forward to demand their phone and keys, but the teens denied everything and hurled insults; the two men instantly exploded with rage.

Just then, the phone rang; both rushed forward to seize it.

In the struggle, one of the teens pulled out a knife—but accidentally killed Brett’s dog. Brett, furious, threw the phone at them.

By the time they realized it, Angela and the others were already running.

After all, these kids were armed; they couldn’t win a fight, and even if they could, they’d be injured—or dead. They only wanted to escape safely, not die—so they ran.

Once they reached town, they’d be safe.

But they were soon chased down.

With no choice, Olivier and Steve volunteered to stay behind and hold off the bastards, while the two women hurried to town for help.

But something happened behind them; soon after, Brett drove up in the car and forced them into the trash bin.

Why?

They’d only come for a sweet vacation—how could they encounter this? Why were these teenagers so vile?

Were these even children being educated?

Theft, insults, peeping, running people over with cars, drawing knives…

Now, they were trying to kill. Steve and Olivier—what had happened to them?

In the dark, stinking darkness, the two women wept silently.

Crack.

A branch snapped.

Both instantly tensed—if discovered, they couldn’t imagine what would happen.

Footsteps came with voices.

“Brett, we can’t find them here—where did those two bitches go?”

“If they escape and call the police, we’ll get caught. Right now, shouldn’t we just go back?”

“What did you say?! Go back? Go back to get arrested? We must find them!”

“They only have this path—we guard it…”

“…”

The voices faded away.

The two seemed to have narrowly escaped.

But they still dared not emerge—only cracked open the trash bin lid slightly, watching quietly.

Moments later, Angela pulled out the phone Brett had thrown, tried dialing 911—but no signal.

Undeterred, she kept trying different numbers.

Finally, when dialing David’s number, a faint signal appeared.

“Brother, please call the police—we…”

Before she could finish, the signal cut out again.

After that, they took turns calling—but never succeeded.

Moments later.

“We have to go. We must reach town and call the police—otherwise Olivier and Steve will be in danger,” Angela said.

Zhen Ni, equally worried about Steve, agreed.

Covered in filth, the two climbed out of the bin, carefully scanned their surroundings, and finally moved in one direction.

Meanwhile.

The evil teen Brett and his five companions were torturing Olivier and Steve, binding them with coils of barbed wire.

His father had always told him: never fear others—no one could bully him, especially not in town, where outsiders were no threat because everyone was united. Now, these people had dared kill his dog.

So what if they stole your phone and keys? Was it worth it?

A life for a life—Bonnie died, so they must die with her!

As for what came after, even if the two women called the police, he wasn’t afraid—he trusted his parents. Our town is united!

“You killed Bonnie—I’ll kill you. Not just you—your women too, I’ll find them and make them join you down there,” Brett said, holding a small knife over the fire, then slicing a chunk of flesh from Olivier’s body.

“Aaaaaaah!!!”

The piercing scream sent birds flying in all directions.

Steve watched in agony—he hated himself. He shouldn’t have underestimated them as mere children. He should’ve fought from the start, not fled.

The Black teen beside him said, “Don’t waste it—let everyone have their turn later.”

“Hahaha!”

The other teens laughed.

The only girl sneered, showing interest in Steve—but after glancing at the knife, she dared not act.

Screams rose and fell, echoing into the sky.

Shreds of flesh roasted over the fire, emitting a charred stench; blood oozed from every wound, soaking the ground. Their lips were pale, eyes vacant—only their heavy breathing proved they still lived.

The sight made the other teens uneasy. “Maybe we should just kill them already—bury them in the nearby graveyard. Don’t keep torturing…”

“Impossible! I’ll cut off their flesh—and bury them alive!” Brett snarled.

He glanced at the speaking teen, thought of something, and ordered him and the others to take a knife too.

At this point, they had no retreat—they could only pick up knives under Brett’s glare.

At this moment, the group of teens became one.

Soon, they began digging beside the graveyard.

But as they dug, they uncovered a rotten grave—and a flash of gold appeared.

???

Brett froze, shoved aside the teen beside him, dug quickly—and before him stood a golden arm!

Attached to the half-rotted corpse of a woman; as he brushed away the dirt, the golden arm gleamed with a shimmering light.

(End of Chapter)