Chapter 596
“I won’t go! Please, miss, don’t send me there p>
Mara instinctively fought back. The name ‘The Scarlet Wing’ practically screamed of unimaginable horrors.
A fraction of a second later, a brutal slap connected with Mara’s face.
“Who are you calling ‘miss’? Shut your mouth.
You think you have a choice? It’s not up to you p>
The seductive woman sneered, giving the three girls a condescending glare.
“Please, I swear I’ll do hard labor with the men p>
“Hard labor? Are you sure about that?
Let me remind you, you girls have a natural advantage. The Scarlet Wing is the easiest life you’ll find in this entire compound. Those men couldn’t get in there even if they begged p>
The woman gestured dismissively at the male captives.
“If you want to do the heavy lifting with them, fine. Just don’t come crying to me when you break p>
Mara hesitated. If the men were forced into grueling physical labor, her body would completely shatter under the strain.
Yet, the horrific memories of what those men did to her on the journey haunted her. She couldn’t stomach selling her body again.
She decided to risk it. If the physical labor became too intense, she could always manipulate that older man from the cell into covering for her.
Men were easily swayed. A few sweet words and some fake tears, and they would do whatever she wanted.
With her plan firmly in place, Mara locked eyes with the woman. “I choose to work with the men p>
“Fine. You’ve got nerve. Have it your way p>
With a flick of her wrist, guards hauled the other two terrified girls away, and the woman strutted off right behind them.
Mara and the remaining men were
marched
to a room on the fifth
upt
floor. It wasn’t large; a battered podium and a chipped chalkboard covered in messy scrawl sat at the front, resembling a run-down classroom from the seventies.
They were locked in there and subjected to intense psychological conditioning. Over the course of a three day crash course, they learned the exact protocols of their new job p>
Mara felt a profound wave of relief. They weren’t breaking rocks or doing
backbreaking physical labor; this was strictly ‘office’ work.
Regardless of how well she performed, at least she had avoided the horrific fate of those two girls who were currently being brutalized by men.
As rookies, their sole objective was to aggressively contact high-value targets, secure their personal numbers, and string them along with daily conversations.
Endless cold messaging. Endless manipulation.
At first, Mara thought it would be a breeze, but after her very first day, sheer exhaustion crushed her.
Answering calls back-to-back and maintaining dozens of fabricated personas was incredibly draining.
They worked over fifteen hours a day on barely enough food to survive.
The living conditions were atrocious. Dozens of people were packed like sardines into a tiny, squalid cell.
The so-called ‘beds’ were just splintered planks of wood topped with filthy, paper- thin mattresses. A decent night’s sleep was impossible.
Mara couldn’t take it anymore. She desperately plotted to contact the outside world. Even if the police dragged her back home and threw her in a maximum security prison, it would still be a million times better than this.
Using her burner phone, Mara friended several targets at once, but her first messages were pure pleas for help.
“Please, you have to save me. I’m trapped in a labor camp across the border. They kidnapped me.
I’m begging you, call the police back home. Get in touch with Roxanne p>
Mara had no family left who cared. Her only gamble was sending Roxanne’s contact info to strangers, praying that Roxanne would pull some strings to save her.
She frantically copy-pasted the distress signal to multiple numbers.
Then, she blasted it out to the older client lists, casting a wide net in hopes that just one person would take the bait.
But before a single reply could light up the screen, a heavy hand slammed down, confiscating her work phone.