Uncle Scar kept talking, revealing more and more about Sister Konglong's private life. It turned out she was very insecure because she couldn't find a boyfriend. Even the lackeys found her unattractive and avoided her.
So, she threw herself into scamming, boosting her performance to gain attention. Whenever new recruits joined the department, she would secretly use the promise of a "big catch" to lure them. She made these young boys curry favor with her to satisfy her twisted vanity.
To avoid being beaten, she usually managed to seduce the more handsome young boys. Once, she went too far and broke a wooden bed in the dorm, which led to a lot of mockery from everyone.
Unfortunately, those young men she seduced were eventually sold off, and their whereabouts became unknown.
Now I understood why Uncle Scar warned me to stay away from her. He was afraid I would lose my dignity and mysteriously disappear.
"You... you're such a gossip! This is infuriating!" Sister Konglong stormed off in anger as Uncle Scar continued to rant.
"Look at her, Little Bottle. She's really upset," Uncle Scar remarked nonchalantly, watching her hefty figure retreat.
"Uncle, please stop. Regardless, she has genuinely helped me, and I am grateful. Let's not ridicule her anymore; we're all suffering," I said, feeling a surge of sadness.
We were in this terrible situation because of these monsters, after all.
"You're too kind-hearted. This is a flaw you need to fix. Otherwise, you might end up helping those who sell you," Uncle Scar shook his head and walked upstairs.
I didn't know how to argue with him. Yes, I was tricked by a woman, but that didn't mean every woman would deceive me in the future.
Even if Sister Konglong had ulterior motives, I would still be grateful to her—just not by sleeping with her.
I can't bring myself to sell my body to avoid beatings.
"Little Bottle, remember this: if you don't meet the 200,000 yuan quota by the end of the day, I'll pull out all ten of your toenails!" Yujie threatened, playing with a pair of pliers as I walked into the office.
"I understand," I replied, and quickly went to my workstation to start typing.
Sister Konglong looked both angry and sad, like she had been caught in an embarrassing situation.
"Sis, don't blame Uncle Scar. He has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. No matter what, I know you've helped me, and I appreciate it," I said, turning to her.
Who she slept with was her business—it didn't affect my gratitude towards her.
Sister Konglong, teary-eyed, said, "Little Bottle, you're a good boy. I shouldn't have had any improper thoughts about you..."
"It's normal to have those thoughts. Even Old Witch and Yujie want a piece of me!" I joked to hide my embarrassment.
In truth, I wasn't sure I could keep my virginity. When facing death, what's more important: my body or my life?
I was confused and terrified of the unknown.
Just as I logged in, a gullible person started flirting with me. It was one of the "fish" Sister Konglong had given me yesterday.
I wondered how many "big catches" she had that she could manage so easily. She could open or close a deal without getting beaten?
I wasn't in the mood to chat with the gullible person, so I sent a few dismissive images and looked for others to chat with.
"Little Bottle, take it seriously. Yujie means business! She will really pull out your toenails," Sister Konglong warned from beside me.
She had been here longer and seen more violence than I had.
I felt suffocated, caught between scamming and getting beaten. I didn't know what to choose.
"If you don't scam them, Peilin will also get beaten. These people deserve to be scammed. What are you hesitating for?" Sister Konglong pressed.
I didn't know why I hesitated. I just couldn't bring myself to deceive people—it was a moral line I couldn't cross.
If I started scamming, I would never be able to go back.
Just then, I heard Meng's angry shouting and a girl crying at the door. I looked up to see him dragging in Peilin's two-month-pregnant fiancée by her hair.
In just over an hour, she had been tortured beyond recognition. All her teeth had been pulled out, and half her waist-length hair had been torn out. She was bleeding profusely from below.
"Yujie, this bitch is too fierce. She bit off a brother's manhood. She can't be kept alive," Meng said, slapping her hard and knocking her to the ground.
The girl only cried, unable to resist anymore. Blood poured from her mouth whenever she opened it.
"Turn her into a human pig and send her to the entertainment club for everyone to see," Yujie ordered, calling in two men in white coats.
Meng dragged her into a small dark room and ordered us to "watch," using it as a warning for the three new girls.
They tied the wounded girl to a wooden board and started cutting off her arms and legs. After treating the wounds and stopping the bleeding, they cut out her tongue, shaved her head, and pierced her eardrums, making her a true mute and deaf person.
Finally, they put her in a transparent glass jar filled with a special solution to keep her alive but in constant pain.
Several girls collapsed in fear, crying and peeing themselves.
Meng forced them to watch, threatening punishment if they covered their eyes. The girls, terrified, cried and hugged each other, unable to look away from the horrifying scene.
Leaving her eyes intact was to ensure she could see herself being displayed like a monster, adding to her torment.
No one could endure such inhumane torture without going insane.
These monsters, with nothing better to do, revived ancient Chinese torture methods even more brutal than the infamous Qing Dynasty tortures.
It was beyond horrifying.
Even the Bull Demon King would beg for mercy under such torment.
Would Peilin commit suicide if he knew?
My heart ached, unable to imagine his reaction.
Sister Konglong, trembling, clutched my arm in fear.
After the girl was taken away, Yujie sent us back to work.
Witnessing this brutal torture spurred everyone to work frantically, fearing they would be the next victim.
My worldview shattered today. I didn't want to be a human pig or lose my manhood. I wanted to escape intact.
So, I decided to scam people.
Call me a coward or a hypocrite, but for my survival, I resolved to deceive.