"Ah! No—"
A terrible scream suddenly came from outside the door.
I snapped back to reality, pushed her away, and rushed to the door to open it.
In the hallway, a disheveled girl was being beaten to the ground by two thugs, blood flowing freely.
"I won't do it again, please stop hitting me..."
The girl lay on the ground, crying desperately.
"You filthy whore! How dare you ask a customer to call the police to save you! Today, we're going to teach you a lesson!"
The two thugs grabbed her long hair and dragged her downstairs without any pity.
"Save me, please save me..."
As they passed by, the girl struggled and screamed.
"You dare ask for help?"
One thug yanked her hair and threw her forward, sending her tumbling down the stairs...
"Don't look, come back inside!"
Just as I clenched my fists, ready to intervene, the woman pulled me back in and locked the door.
"Don't provoke them; they'll kill you... A sister of mine was beaten to death just a few days ago."
The woman looked at me with tear-filled eyes, her face full of sorrow and fear.
"Hu—"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
Thankfully, she pulled me back in time; otherwise, Liu Shiyi would surely have killed me.
This isn't the KK district; it's warlord territory.
All casinos and entertainment venues in Myawaddy are controlled by warlords.
Causing trouble here is like having a death wish.
Even a sly fox like Ace might not save me here.
And even if I risked everything, I couldn't save that girl.
Instead, I'd lose my own life.
I sat down on the bed, frustrated, and buried my head in my hands, trying to hide my anger and sadness.
"Don't be like this. Thank you for helping me."
The woman suddenly knelt in front of me, grabbing my hands and speaking softly.
Her white, ample bosom came into view, making me jump and retreat in panic.
"You're blushing, hehe." She stood up and covered her mouth, giggling.
"Don't come any closer!"
I turned my back to her, shouting, "Put your clothes on, or I'll throw you out!"
"This is my room; I'll dress how I want. Are you a virgin?"
She didn't seem afraid of me and laughed as she ran over and hugged me from behind.
Her feminine scent and the soft pressure from her chest made my blood boil.
She rubbed against me, making it hard to breathe.
As a young man in my twenties, it's natural to have desires.
But I wouldn't stoop so low as to do such things.
After a few seconds, I suppressed the heat in my abdomen and pried her hands off.
"Ah—"
In my agitation, I used too much force, causing her to fall and hit a nearby chair.
"That hurts! You're so strong!"
She sat on the floor, rubbing her bruised back, looking pitiful.
We're both victims here. She was just trying to seduce me to escape. How could I blame her?
"Don't bother with me; it's useless. I really can't take you away right now."
Feeling guilty, I helped her up and handed her dress back.
She said nothing, clutching the dress as she cried.
Then she told me her name was Yan Zi, from Zhuzhou, Hunan. She used to be a white-collar worker in a foreign trade company in Shenzhen.
A month ago, she went on a group tour to Thailand with colleagues. They stayed in a remote guesthouse, and when she woke up, she was in Myawaddy.
There were over ten young girls in her group, all sharing the same fate.
After being captured, she had her family send 200,000 yuan to ransom her, but the local traffickers reneged on their promise.
Seeing her good looks and unwillingness to submit, they angrily sold her to the casino to be a hostess.
The casino promised her a salary of 3,000 yuan per month, with free food and lodging, and one day off per week to go shopping.
After three years, she could go home.
Escape was impossible. Armed thugs followed them everywhere, and even suicide wasn't an option.
Some sisters who begged customers or gamblers for help were immediately betrayed and severely punished by the thugs...
She witnessed a sister being brutally killed yesterday and was determined to escape.
Seeing my honest face and clear eyes, she mustered the courage to ask for my help.
She said the street girls, hostesses, drug addicts, and female dealers here all had tragic ends.
The street girls had it the worst, providing services to anyone. Refusal meant being beaten to death by the traffickers.
The hostesses at entertainment venues had to drink, sleep with customers, and even use drugs. Most died at the tables or from overdoses forced by customers.
The drug girls, infected with AIDS or syphilis, were used to target those disliked by the casino bosses...
High-class hostesses fared slightly better.
They served specific high-ranking figures, but faced horror from sadistic clients who used electric tools on them.
And gamblers who lost their minds after losing money would vent their frustration by torturing the hostesses.
In northern Myanmar, hostesses were treated worse than animals.
"I really want to go home. I don't want to die here... I'm only 26. I have an education, a job. I don't want to die here..."
She lay on the bed, crying bitterly. Her bony shoulders looked like they could hang clothes.
"Yan Zi..."
I whispered her name, recalling Sister Chunyan, who never made it home.
She was also from Zhuzhou and shared the same name. What a coincidence!
Hearing me call her, Yan Zi turned her tear-streaked face and said, "If you take me away, I'll be yours forever.
With modern surgery, I can be just like a virgin again."
"I don't want you to be mine or pay any price. If you really want to leave, trust me.
I have an idea..."
I leaned down and pinched her waist.
"Ah—It hurts!"
She frowned, crying out in pain.
"Shh." I immediately covered her mouth, glancing at the door.
Then I kicked the nightstand, making a loud noise.
She wasn't stupid. After a few seconds, she understood my intention.
So, she wrapped her arms around my neck and seductively moaned.
I... felt so embarrassed, my face turning red.
I wanted to slap myself and find a hole to hide in.