In another room, a woman in her thirties was disobedient. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face slapped her across the thin face, and through gritted teeth said:
"You bastard, you're only worth two compressed biscuits now, what are you pretending for?"
The woman's face was filled with hatred. Her face, hands, and feet were covered in wounds. She touched her bruised face, her expression twisted, and lunged forward, biting the other woman fiercely and refusing to let go.
"Aaaaaah...you bitch, I'll beat you to death."
The scarred man grabbed the woman's hair and slammed her head against the wall.
"Bang bang bang~" Despite being covered in wounds and with blood dripping from her forehead and onto the wall, the woman did not give in.
Finally, the people outside separated the two, and by the time the woman was carried out, she was already on the verge of death.
Wan'er was filled with fear and unease as she was dragged to the very back of several row houses.
Through the crack in the door, she saw the horrifying scene inside.
The room was filled with an atmosphere of oppression and despair. People were ruthlessly oppressed and forced to do things they did not want to do, and they had to obey orders completely or face cruel punishment.
A middle-aged man was brandishing a whip and lashing it repeatedly at a little boy.
The little boy was trembling, his face covered in tears and terror.
"Uncle, it hurts so much... please let me go!"
"Let you go? That's the kind of thrill I want, hahaha!"
Wan'er's breathing became rapid, and she felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
She couldn't bear the cruel scene; she wanted to escape this nightmarish place.
However, she was held tightly by two men in black, and the effects of the drug had not worn off for a day, so she was completely unable to move.
Suddenly, a man in black walked up to Wan'er, his cold gaze sweeping over her.
He frowned and said fiercely, "You want to resist too? Watch me, the consequence of resistance is death!"
Wan'er's legs went weak, she couldn't control her emotions, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Her voice trembled and choked with sobs as she said, "Why? Why treat them like this? They just couldn't do it, why are you so cruel?"
The man in black sneered and replied without hesitation, "These are the rules, and you must obey them."
We are the rulers; you are merely ants being captured. Only by obeying can you survive.
Wan'er gritted her teeth in anger. Suddenly, she felt a powerful impulse, and she was no longer afraid.
She straightened up, stared into the man in black's eyes, and said in a low but firm voice, "I would rather die than live under such cruelty and oppression!"
Before she could finish speaking, the man in black suddenly grabbed her neck, his eyes filled with rage. "You're such a fool."
"With your looks, it's really hard for you to die. Maybe once we get what we want, you can die however you want," he mocked hoarsely.
"Hmm...you...you're not even as good as animals."
Wan'er felt suffocated and struggled to break free from the black-clad man's control.
She watched helplessly as the people around her did nothing; they seemed to have become accustomed to it and numb to such a cruel scene.
The man in black tightened his grip, and Wan'er's consciousness began to fade.
"Let...me go."
She felt despair, yet a strange courage also welled up within her.
She suddenly mustered her last bit of strength, grabbed the man in black's wrist, and pushed him away with all her might.
The man in black stared at her in astonishment, but Wan'er's eyes revealed a hint of defiance and determination.
"I will not yield. I will not become the kind of person you want me to be." Wan'er's voice was weak but firm. "If you want to kill me, then come at me!"
"Clap clap clap~"
The man in black threw her to the ground in a rage and slapped her several times across her swollen face.
You should be grateful that you have a stunningly beautiful face.
"Take her away and keep a close eye on her. Don't let her die before the deal is done." The man in black finished speaking and left.
His two henchmen obediently continued to drag her away, looking at the oppressed and forced people in the houses.
Seeing this made Wan'er grit her teeth in anger, and her eyes turned red.
His hands clenched into fists, he wondered what kind of place this was, and why it was used to do such heinous things.
It's only been nine months since the natural disaster! Has the world already become so chaotic?
Wan'er dared not continue watching. Thinking of the miserable state of the people around her, and then of her own tragic fate, she suddenly felt a strong sense of despair.
She closed her eyes, and soon after, the sound of the door opening rang out. She was untied from all her bindings and thrown into a dark room.
"Stay here quietly. If you dare to make any trouble, we'll make you wish you were dead."
"Go get some mosquito coils. This little piglet is quite valuable; we can't let the mosquitoes keep biting it."
"It's the boss!" The door was locked from the outside by those people.
Shortly afterward, several compressed biscuits and a bottle of water were left at the door, along with a plate of burning mosquito coils.
Wan'er sensed that the mosquitoes around her, attracted by the mosquito coil, flew really far away.
Upon seeing the compressed biscuits, her stomach began to rumble.
She hadn't eaten all day; she only had a piece of bread in the morning, which had long since been digested.
Perhaps because she had been with Junjue for so long and had never eaten compressed cookies, she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.
He muttered to himself, "You've spoiled me so much that I can't even see the compressed biscuits properly now."
No, my boyfriend isn't around, so I'll have to rely on myself from now on. How can I manage without good physical strength?
Wan'er gritted her teeth and struggled to reach out her swollen hand to grab the compressed biscuit. She slowly chewed and ate it. Although it didn't have much flavor, it was still quite filling.
I miss my mousse cake, strawberry cake, and meat buns so much!
When the Duke was by his side, he would always ask himself what he wanted to eat.
Now she knows that having compressed biscuits to eat is already a blessing.
With tears welling in her eyes, she choked as she ate the compressed biscuit in her hand, wondering what her future would hold.
Just as they finished eating, someone outside threw a package through the window and said in a cold voice:
"This is ointment for mosquito bites. Get well soon, or you'll end up like them, working as a prostitute." With that, he left.
Wan'er picked up the ointment from the doorway with difficulty, feeling the swelling and itching all over her body, and was at a loss for what to do.
"Oh no! What should I do? Should I wipe this off?"
If things are already so terrible when you first come in, what kind of fate will you have to accept if you recover completely?
Touching her burning face, she could only squeeze out ointment and carefully apply it all over her body.
Soon after, the swelling and itching all over my body became cool and comfortable. I was tired after a long day and drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
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