Something suddenly occurred to me that I had been ignoring.
Why am I just locked here in shackles instead of being made into a "art piece" like the people here.
who am I? In what capacity did I survive?
But now it's too late for me to think about these questions.
The man in front of me had already bent down, stretched out a hand, and touched my chin.
Goosebumps appeared all over my body in an instant, and I instinctively sensed danger. Adrenaline was soaring at this moment, and my muscles were trembling slightly due to tension.
I didn't dare to breathe. I lowered my eyes and didn't look at him. I tried my best to keep the expression on my face from changing much.
"What number is this and how much does it cost?"
He looked me up and down and asked my price in a calm tone, as if he was picking the fish on the chopping board.
It seemed that as long as he could afford a satisfactory price, the strong man guarding me would kill me with the butcher knife in his hand in the next second.
I held my breath, waiting for the two strong men's answer.
One of the men still spoke broken Chinese. He looked flattering on his face, but his mouth was full of rejection:
"Sorry, we don't sell this person."
Hearing this, I actually breathed a sigh of relief.
The man wearing the big gold chain smiled: "What if I pay three times the price?"
The strong man still shook his head: "Sorry, this person is useful, we really don't want to sell him."
I had mixed feelings in my heart. On the one hand, I was glad that I would not fall into the hands of others and become his prey, but on the other hand, I was afraid that I would miss the opportunity to escape.
The nervousness and fear had completely made me forget that what I was experiencing now was just what this kid had experienced.
Fortunately, the man with the big gold chain didn't insist. He just looked at me with a little regret, then twirled his beard and stepped out of the rusty iron door.
The door closed and silence returned to the room. Only then did my nervous heart calm down slightly.
After a while, the door opened again, and it was the same two strong men just now.
This time they were pushing a cart with a stainless steel bucket on it.
A salty smell wafted out of the bucket, and my stomach, which had been numb after being hungry for a long time, was stimulated by the smell and began to ache again.
It looks like the food is ready.
The strong man looked at me with warning eyes and said with a bit of ferocity in his tone: "You'd better feed them more. If there is a problem with hunger and it delays my business, you don't have to save your life. "
I nodded in a submissive manner.
The strong man put the cart down and left.
It turns out that I escaped the fate of being "produced" because they needed me to take care of them.
But how did she die later?
Is her obsession to take revenge on those who imprisoned her?
I felt very heavy and cursed secretly, these beasts! After feeding the people in the jar, I thought I would spend the whole day in this small basement in darkness, but I didn’t expect that at night, someone would open my door.
I dragged my anklets out and found a row of four or five girls standing outside the door.
Everyone was wearing shackles just like me.
Seeing me standing there for a while, the man on guard said impatiently: "Why are you dazed? Hurry up and leave. I look like a bitter melon every day. Let's see who of you can complete the performance!"
performance?
I didn't understand what he meant for the moment, but now that it's out, I still tried to observe more about the situation here. Following the guard through the long, dark corridor, I saw that there were many rooms similar to the one I just stayed in.
The screams of men and women came from some rooms, along with the sounds of whipping and sticks, which made me feel chilly in my heart.
It's like purgatory.
No, hell has been legalized now. Even ghosts who are punished in hell cells still have ghost rights.
Absolutely no such endless abuse as here.
The clanking of shackles made the sound of metal colliding in the empty corridor. I followed the team and was led to another room by the guard.
Before entering the room, I was finally taken off the shackles on my feet.
This is a powder room plus dressing room.
There are a lot of clothes hanging on this hanger, but the materials are all pitifully thin, and some don't even cover important parts completely. They are almost no different from sexy underwear.
The people escorting her along the way had no intention of avoiding suspicion. Their eyes lingered on the different girls in the room, but their mouths were still full of shit: "Get dressed up for me. If you don't dress up in a sexy way, how can you attract attention? How can you attract attention?" Can I get money?"
What's the point of asking for money? Is it like an ancient brothel?
This is a large exchange where people are bought and sold, so naturally this kind of thing is nothing.
I frowned and hesitated, but there were already women around me who were skillfully sitting in front of the makeup mirror and playing with their faces in front of the mirror.
Because I had never put on makeup myself, and the cosmetics were all written with foreign words, I didn’t know where to start, so I had to change clothes first.
But there were almost no clothes here that could be worn. When the man on guard saw me grinding and grinding, his face turned dark, and he casually pulled off a piece of clothes on the hanger and threw it to me.
I know what it means to resist here, so I have no choice but to accept it.
Taking advantage of the cover of the clothes on the hangers here, I started to change my clothes.
This secretiveness obviously made the guard very unhappy, but in the end he didn't do anything. Someone outside yelled, and the man spat and went out cursing.
I took this opportunity to quickly change my clothes, but the other women in the room seemed to have lost their sense of shame and did not take advantage of this opportunity to change their clothes.
I walked to the makeup mirror and looked at myself in the mirror.
The woman in front of her had unhealthy fair skin, but her mouth and nose were small and round, and her eyebrows revealed a pitiful look.
In addition, her hands and feet are slender, but her figure is curved forward and backward, like a little white flower in need of care, which makes people feel pity for her.
I looked at the people next to me and imitated their makeup and put it on my face twice, when the man who was called out came back again, urging everyone to leave quickly with an impatient look on his face.
I followed him to another room.
This room is extremely exquisitely decorated. Looking at the cameras, mobile phones, lights and scenery inside, I almost understand what this place is for.
Live broadcast, let us dress like this to come here for live broadcast.
As the live broadcast was started, a lot of people poured into my live broadcast room.
"Little sister is here to broadcast again!"
"My sister did a good job last time, let's continue this time!"
……
With the offensive and ridiculous words, it was obvious who were watching my live broadcast and what their purpose was.
A ringing sound suddenly rang in my ears.
It’s the alarm tone for my cell phone that I and Xie Yama agreed upon.
I suddenly pulled myself out of the memory of this ghost.
