Rong Yu pressed the flush button, and the rushing water instantly drowned out Chang Yue's whimpering struggles.
Everyone else looked terrified upon seeing this, a chill ran down their spines, and they sobered up completely.
However, with both arms and legs dislocated, they were paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as Rong Yu repeatedly pushed Chang Yue into the flushing toilet and pulled him out, each time controlling the situation just as Chang Yue was about to give up.
What chilled them even more was that Rong Yu maintained a smile throughout, saying, "Why do you look so pained? You invited me here just to do this to me, didn't you? I thought you'd enjoy doing this kind of thing~"
When he was pulled out of the water again, Chang Yue shook his head frantically. He didn't know how much force he used, but he vomited out the dirty rag that had been stuffed into his mouth.
Ignoring his own discomfort, Chang Yue quickly shouted, "No! No! We didn't mean to do this to you!"
"Oh?" Rong Yu leaned down slightly, pressing his fingertips to force him to raise his head. His eyes, sore from being soaked in water, were forced to open, meeting Rong Yu's smiling eyes.
These were absolutely the most terrifying eyes Chang Yue had ever seen in all his years of life.
Rong Yu smiled and said, "You didn't intend to treat me like this? So you mean you want to do other things as well?"
Chang Yue coughed violently and shook his head frantically.
"If you won't tell me, then let me guess myself~" Rong Yu's gaze swept around the restroom, finally landing on the men slumped on the floor.
Seeing something, Rong Yu raised an eyebrow, stepped over, and kicked the skinny man's bulging pants pocket.
Feeling her shoe tip hit something hard, Rong Yu bent down, reached two fingers into the skinny man's pocket, and pulled out a camera about the size of her palm.
Opening the stored video interface, and clicking on the latest video, the first thing I saw was the skinny guy's face, along with his voice coming from it—
"Hahaha, Young Master Chang said he's going to give us a good one today! I heard she's quite pretty, so I brought my new camera with me. Once it's cut, I'll post it online and I guarantee we'll make a fortune!" As he finished speaking, another face appeared on the screen—the face of a tall, muscular man. He said, "Brother Li, trying to make some extra money again? Can't your old man support you anymore?"
The skinny guy yx grinned wickedly: "How can that be the same? I earn money through my own skills; it's a technical job."
The tall, burly man said, "Technique? I think it's more like a technique for torturing people! If your old man knew you were doing this kind of work, he'd definitely break your legs!"
The skinny man elbowed the tall, strong man: "We're all in the same boat, who's cleaner than whom? Anyway, it's Young Master Chang's treat tonight, so let's just have fun. I just don't know how good the 'goodies' Young Master Chang mentioned are, whether they're tight enough. Don't let them be like that weakling from before, who was turned into a loose piece of trash before we even got a few turns."
"Hahaha, let's wait and see..."
The video ends here, seemingly a declaration before having some fun.
Although it was only a few lines of dialogue, anyone with a brain could understand the implied meaning.
These young masters, whose identities are unknown, clearly intended to take turns humiliating Rong Yu, then edit the humiliating videos and post them online for people to enjoy.
Judging from their conversation, this was clearly not the first time they had done this. Countless people, whether willing or forced, had been treated so cruelly before, and then the videos were used as blackmail to subject the victims to long-term humiliation and enslavement.
Rong Yu shifted her gaze from the screen to the faces of the group, her lips still curved in a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"What a bunch of scum." Rong Yu stomped on the skinny man's hand and crushed it hard!
The skinny man's eyes widened instantly, and he let out a painful whimper.
But he couldn't use his limbs and could only keep swaying his body, trying to escape this place that he found cold and terrifying.
He used to enjoy humiliating fair-skinned and beautiful young actresses in such environments, especially in public restrooms where people come and go and someone could come in at any time. These young actresses cared about their reputation; their reputation was their future. So, in order to protect their dignity, they could only beg for mercy, submit to them, and beg them to let them go. Then, in order to preserve their last shred of dignity, they would desperately plead with them to go into the innermost cubicles.
Whenever that time came, if they wanted those minor entertainers to do something, they would obediently comply; otherwise, they would threaten to strip them naked and throw them out into the corridor for people to admire.
The skinny guy loved the thrill of feeling like he was in control of other people's lives and destinies, so he would always suggest going to a public restroom.
He enjoyed the feeling of reaching a climax amidst the cold ground and the sound of footsteps outside.
But now, he was being trampled under the feet of a seemingly weak male entertainer, his palms and chest pressed against the cold, wet ground, his breath filled with the lingering stench of a toilet. Even though special incense was burning to mask the smell, he could still involuntarily smell that disgusting odor when his nose was pressed against the ground.
Of course, most importantly, what Rong Yu stuffed into his mouth to muffle his voice was a mop used by a cleaning company to clean the toilet.
The disgusting smell from the mop assaulted his nostrils and throat, making his stomach churn. Coupled with his strong psychological aversion, he wished he could just faint on the spot.
However, the excruciating pain from the crushing force on his hands made it impossible for him to accept that the current situation was a dream.
"Beep!" A mechanical voice that was all too familiar to the skinny man rang out.
The skinny man, who was already in so much pain that his head was spinning, shuddered instantly upon hearing the sound!
When he realized what that sound was, he began to tremble uncontrollably.
No, please don't!
The skinny man looked up in alarm, turned his head with difficulty, and was met with Rong Yu's exquisite and beautiful face—a face that, to them, seemed like a demon that had crawled up from hell.
What blocked half of Rong Yu's face was a black camera, its lens a dark hole, pointed directly at the skinny man's face.
Despair was evident in the skinny man's eyes.
He clearly remembered that the "beep" sound was the sound of his camera starting to record.
Such a brief sound was as terrifying as a death warrant for him.
"Since you all enjoy playing this game so much, let's begin~" Rong Yu said, but instead of his usual voice, he deliberately pinched his throat and made a soft, loli-like voice.
After realizing what Rong Yu was about to do, not only the skinny guy, but all the other young masters showed expressions of fear.
In fact, when it comes to saving face, these young masters are even more concerned about it than the victims among the celebrities.
Because if an artist loses their reputation, they ruin their own future, but if these rich kids lose face, their whole family will suffer, and even their family businesses and stock markets will be affected, resulting in even greater losses.
If they have siblings, or if their fathers are immoral and have mistresses and illegitimate children, they are very likely to face being abandoned by their fathers.
"I hope you enjoy this~" Rong Yu grabbed Chang Yue, who was panting and spitting water while leaning over the toilet, and threw him hard onto the skinny guy.
Rong Yu didn't actually intend to record the video. After all, these guys were all immobilized, so there wouldn't be anything to record. He pressed that button just now to scare them.
What Rong Yu really wanted to do was stage a photoshoot.
Rong Yu roughly tore off Chang Yue's clothes and threw him face down on the ground. Then she tore off the clothes of the other people in succession, making them pile on top of Chang Yue.
After all that happened last night, Rong Yu picked up her camera again and took pictures of the scene from various angles.
After taking this set of photos, Rong Yu threw Chang Yue onto the washbasin, made him sit with his legs spread, and then made the others lie on top of him, one after another, ensuring that each young master had at least two "double photos" with Chang Yue before Rong Yu dragged Chang Yue off the washbasin.
Chang Yue's mouth had already been gagged again, this time the rag was stuffed even deeper, and he couldn't even vomit. He could only watch with despair as Rong Yu wantonly manipulated his body, making all sorts of obscene poses, and then posed with the others in various ways.
If the rag hadn't been stuffed so tightly, Chang Yue would have bitten her tongue and committed suicide right now.
"Seriously, don't look so utterly hopeless. I didn't do anything to you, it was just a photoshoot." Rong Yu's eyes darkened slightly. "You're the ones who really did terrible things to those innocent victims, aren't you? What? Aren't you enjoying this feeling? Now you should obediently show an expression of enjoyment."
Seeing that they had their eyes closed, as if they wanted to play dead, Rong Yu's smile faded slightly. "I said, are you deaf when I tell you to look like you're enjoying it?"
As Rong Yu spoke, she grabbed Chang Yue's ear and said coldly, word by word, "Do you know that in the last toilet, there's a thin iron rod used to unclog sinks? I just need to take it out, then stick it in your ear from one side and out the other..."
Chang Yue trembled all over as he listened, shaking his head repeatedly. A fishy, foul smell suddenly wafted from beneath him.
He was so scared that he peed himself.
"Heh, coward." Rong Yu threw Chang Yue onto the toilet and ordered again, "Hurry up, make sure your expressions are right, or else... I mean it. And you guys too, hurry up and make your expressions, I don't have that much time to waste with you. After we're done filming, I need to go back and sleep with my brother. If I'm late, he'll worry."
"Oh, by the way," Rong Yu said casually as she snapped photos of them with her camera, "If you want revenge, go ahead. You'd better call the Murong family and tell my old man that Murong Yu bullied you and you want to get an explanation."
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