She suddenly remembered—she had sneaked out and stayed here for so long!

She jumped up like a cat doused in boiling water, no longer caring about hatred, and ran for her life into the filthy and disgusting alley.

Sure enough, not long after rushing into the alley, I saw the old woman wearing shed fake fur and as fat as a gas tank, standing in the middle of the road with her hands on her hips.

The fat face looked even more frightening under the dim light, and his pair of slanted eyes were very vicious and emitted a cold aura.

This is the living devil who has controlled them so tightly, and the girls call her "old witch" in fear behind her back!

"You bitch, you're asking for death! Which man's crotch have you managed to get under with your wildness?!" The old witch's shrill voice was like a rusty saw pulling at people's nerves. "You idiot, you dare to be lazy and slack off? Are you itching for trouble again?!"

Lin Yaqin was so frightened that her soul almost flew away. Her legs went weak and she almost knelt down on the spot.

She quickly handed over the cigarette she had squeezed until it was almost wet, her voice trembling like a sieve, "No, no... Mom, I just wanted to attract more customers, so I walked a little further..."

"Bullshit!" The old witch snatched the cigarette without even looking at it, swung her arm, and slapped Lin Yaqin's arm hard.

The hand was so strong that it made Lin Yaqin's eyes go black. She staggered back several steps and slammed hard against the wet, moldy wall behind her with a bang. She was in shock for a long time.

"I'm saying this! If you dare to do it again, I'll break your legs! Let's see what you can use to run away!" The old witch spitted in Lin Yaqin's face.

His stubby fingers jabbed at her forehead like pounding garlic. "I'll tell Lao Gao later, and see how he'll deal with you! Are you afraid of his tricks?"

While cursing, she pushed Lin Yaqin roughly towards the "Lili Hair Salon" at the end of the alley, which was shining with cheap pink lights.

The glass door of the hair salon was stained, and the blurry human figure pattern on it looked ambiguous and dirty.

The name "Gao Zhiqiang" was heard, which was more effective than a slap in the face. Lin Yaqin's face turned pale, and the last bit of color on her face disappeared. She was as pale as a ghost!

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. It was a fear that came from deep within his bones and was a hundred times more terrifying than when he faced the old witch.

The old witch looked at her cowardly expression, clearly pleased with herself. She spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and waved her hand impatiently, "Get out of here! Put away your dejected look! Who are you trying to show off your sad face to?"

"Lao Wang from the hair salon just called you for a 'massage', hurry up and go! If you don't make enough money tonight, I'll skin you alive!"

Lin Yaqin covered her burning arm, burying her head in her chest, and moved into the door.

A pungent smell rushed straight to my head!

The chemical fragrance of cheap hairspray, burnt tobacco, and an indescribable, overly sweet incense mixed together, making it hard to breathe.

Several girls, who were wearing clothes made of little fabric like her and had their faces painted thicker than the wall, slumped on the sofa lifelessly, with frighteningly empty eyes.

When he saw Lin Yaqin being pushed in, he didn't even blink, as if he saw a shadow floating past.

The old witch pushed her to the back, shrieking in a shrill voice: "What are you dawdling for! Boss Wang is getting so angry waiting! Smile! Don't make such a dead face!"

The innermost room was even darker, and was blocked by a thin cloth curtain whose original color could not be seen.

A short and fat old man named Old Wang, wearing work clothes, with a belly full of fat and smelling of motor oil, was lying on the massage bed covered with yellowed sheets.

He squinted his cloudy eyes and looked Lin Yaqin up and down without any concealment.

His gaze licked her like a sticky tongue.

"Oh, you're finally back? You made me wait for so long!" Old Wang grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and slapped the bed with his fat palms, "Hurry up!"

Lin Yaqin's stomach churned and she almost vomited.

But the muscles on his face forced themselves into a fake smile, and his voice came out dryly: "I'm here, Brother Wang... I'll serve you right away."

In the following time, under the cover of pink lights, the air was as thick as syrup.

The man's panting, the creaking and shaking sound of the bed, the occasional sounds of other girls flirting with guests from outside the curtain, and the muttering of the old witch counting money outside the door, all intertwined into a disgusting background sound.

Lin Yaqin's consciousness seemed to be pulled out of her body, and she looked coldly at the body below being manipulated like a broken doll.

The man's hands were rough and oily, rubbing her body randomly, and his mouth, which smelled of cigarettes, nibbled and bit her neck.

She just moved mechanically, but Li Guifang's smug face and the bright and clean entrance of the hotel kept flashing in her mind.

One, two, three...

In this way, she was like a used rag, tossing between different men.

Every time the curtain was lifted and a new figure walked in, the coldness in her stomach deepened.

She pinched the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, using the new pain to cover up the numbness and humiliation in her heart.

After each session, she could hear the chilling, clattering sound of the old witch outside counting the money.

After an unknown amount of time, the noise outside gradually subsided.

The old witch opened the curtain, the flesh on her face relaxed, and she was obviously very satisfied with tonight's income.

She held a stack of crumpled bills in her hand and counted them again with her saliva.

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