Everyone feels the loneliest and most in need of comfort when late night approaches.
At this time, reaching out to someone and sending provocative pictures or videos can easily lead them to be scammed due to their clouded judgment.
The top "scammers" have very flexible schedules and are often more valued than their supervisors because these big bosses depend on the revenue generated by these scammers. The more value you create, the better your treatment.
I suspect that Lulu, that wicked woman, must be incredibly successful. How else could she move freely across borders to scam people? She probably has a fake ID and passport. If she were marked as a scammer who fled to northern Myanmar, she wouldn't dare show up in mainland China.
I must survive and escape to find her and expose her!
What puzzles me is why she isn't here with Chen Weiqiang. Is it because her role is different? There's definitely a hidden secret, and I need to find out what it is.
Back at the dorm, Uncle Scar was patiently consoling the boy who had lost all hope. He kept crying, refusing to speak.
I handed Uncle Scar a steamed bun, urging him to eat while it was hot. He had dug a grave earlier and was exhausted. Without food, he wouldn't make it until the next meal at 6 PM.
Uncle Scar gladly accepted the bun and started eating. When Sister Konglong offered the boy a bun, he refused, continuing to cry.
"Brother, at least take a bite. How else will you survive to get revenge?" I pressed the bun into his hand and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. "If you die, my efforts today will be in vain. I have to meet both our quotas by this afternoon, or we're in deep trouble."
If I don't complete the 200,000 yuan quota, I'll be severely punished.
New wounds on top of old ones—I can't take much more.
I really don't want to get beaten again; it's too painful. But I also hate deceiving people.
What should I do?
The only way out is to escape, return to China, and get free from these monsters' control.
"Can you save my fiancée? She's two months pregnant. We planned to travel to Yunnan and then get married in Chongqing, but then…" the boy crawled to me, pleading through his tears.
His name was Peilin, and he and his fiancée were from Chongqing. He was a year younger than me and worked in a company's administration.
"I can't. I'm just as helpless as you," I said, feeling a deep sense of despair. We were both Chinese, yet betrayed and humiliated by our own people.
What kind of world is this?
Where is justice? Where is retribution?
Good people are supposed to have peace and good fortune—where are they?
We are ordinary people, living honest lives, yet we've been tricked into this hell.
Why?
Is it the loss of humanity or the cruelty of the world?
"Please, brother! You must have a way! Otherwise, why would that woman let you bring me here?" he cried, mistaking my clean clothes for authority.
"Brother, these clothes were given to me. If we were back home, I could help you. But here, we are both just pigs... If your family has money, maybe they can pay for your release. It might save you from more beatings."
"My parents spent all their savings on our wedding house. They have no money left! I shouldn't have taken her to Yunnan. It's my fault. I should die!" he sobbed.
"Don't say that. Living is your only hope..."
I tried to comfort him, but there was little I could say. His fiancée's pregnancy was why they took her to be a "milker."
These bastards are truly heartless.
Every girl brought here gets a thorough medical checkup, so they know all their vulnerabilities. This is one of the ways they price them.
"How can I live? What's the point? They ruined me, and my unborn child is my only legacy. But now she..." Peilin clutched his lower body in agony, crying out.
I felt a lump in my throat. Losing one's manhood and witnessing the violation of one's pregnant fiancée—it's a fate worse than death.
"Eat the bun, child. You need to survive to have any hope. Dying won't solve anything," Uncle Scar sighed, patting Peilin's shoulder.
Sister Konglong was already in tears, affected by my emotional state. She cried often these days.
"Right! I need to live to save my wife and child!" Peilin suddenly resolved, picking up the bun and eating it quickly.
He choked, coughing as he swallowed the hard bread, but forced himself to finish it.
After encouraging him, the three of us left for work. Before leaving, I told Peilin to stay put and rest, promising to share a secret in the evening.
Peilin nodded, wrapping himself in a smelly blanket.
"Are you really going to tell him?" Uncle Scar asked, referring to our escape plan in two days.
"Yes, I trust he won't betray us," I replied, wanting to help him escape with us.
"You can't be so naive. You were lucky this time, but what about next time?" Uncle Scar warned.
I knew he meant well, but I felt compelled to help those I could.
"Uncle, don't blame him. More people mean more strength," Sister Konglong interjected, defending me.
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Konglong. If you hadn't taken care of Little Bottle, I wouldn't bring you. I know about your tricks to lure young men under the pretense of boosting sales," Uncle Scar revealed.
I was stunned.
"You, you're making this up! When did I ever trick Little Bottle?" Sister Konglong retorted, shocked and angry.
"You dare not admit it? Just because we don't share a dorm doesn't mean I don't know your dirty deeds. But in this place, it's not unusual. Men and women pairing up is normal," Uncle Scar said, exposing more of her secrets.
I looked at her in disbelief.
So, she was attracted to me all along?