Chapter 159: The Dark and Evil Underground Brothel
His face turned pale as he kept struggling, trying to get up from the ground.
"No, don't... I don't dare anymore, brother, don't..."
He was more afraid of the humiliation of these perverted men than being whipped and beaten with wooden sticks!
Because these people are less human and more like beasts than those prostitutes!
Not once did the children become covered in blood and injuries when they were insulted by them.
No, no, he would rather be beaten than accept such "discipline" and "punishment".
He moved his little body in fear, trying to get up and run away.
However, the big hand that had always been strong had reached down, held him down, tore his clothes violently, and looked at his thin and thin body with covetous eyes.
"Ah... don't..." The little boy struggled desperately, but what he got in return was a more tragic beating, which caused blood to ooze from the corners of his mouth.
The children on the bed witnessed a scene that had been played out countless times, and they were all shivering. They tightly wrapped their thin bodies with shabby quilts, as if this could barely give them a little sense of security.
It seems that in this way, I can resist the terrible things that have happened to me again.
Each of their eyes were full of fear, and each of their bodies was trembling.
Some young children even hid their heads deep in the quilt, wrapped their faces, and covered their ears, in order not to hear the terrible things that happened next.
The little boy on the ground was trembling and struggling, but amidst the ferocious laughter of the other thug, who was tearing his clothes apart, he already smiled and unzipped his pants.
The little boy cried loudly, but the tragic thing still happened to him.
"ah……"
He screamed miserably, and all the children covered their ears, lowered their heads, and trembled all over, not daring to take another look.
In the small, narrow and dark room, the thick smell of blood filled the air.
…
**The little boy, whose body was broken and stained with blood, was lying on the ground, dying, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling completely.
There were injuries everywhere on his body, there was a pool of blood underneath him, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth. He was coughing and coughing up blood.
If left untreated, he will most likely die.
However, don't expect those crazy beasts to find a doctor to treat him.
If he died, he would be thrown out and buried.
No trace will be left, no one will remember him, no one will know that so many evil things have happened.
Even his parents will not remember him.
The little boy kept coughing, coughing up blood, and his weak body curled up into a ball covered with scars and bloodstains.
"Lan Ning, you have to hold on." A little boy who looked a little older than him finally got satisfied with the two, tied his belt, and left with a ferocious laugh. Only after the thugs left did he dare to do it.
She came to the bed, touched his side, and looked at him sadly, "They won't call a doctor for you. If you don't hold on, you will be like Amin."
A Ming is a teenage boy who has the same fate as Lan Ning.
After he "made a mistake", he was beaten to death, humiliated and gang-raped, his wounds were infected, he couldn't afford to fall ill, and he had no right to see a doctor, and then he was dragged out when he was dying.
They didn't dare to guess what would happen to him after he was dragged out, but they knew it would be a more tragic fate even without thinking.
Lan Ning was lying on the ground, with blood flowing out from under his body. His eyes were staring at the ceiling blankly. He didn't say anything, only tears kept flowing down.
"Stop crying, Lan Ning, who gave us this fate? Maybe we did something sinful in our previous life, so we have to suffer this fate in this life."
A child who seemed to be the oldest came over and had someone help lift Lan Ning to the bed. Then he sighed and said to Lan Ning.
He was the oldest among these children. Before he was taken into this dark underground brothel, he had been with his blind grandmother. His grandmother had told him so many of these things that the child's mind was filled with confusion.
Thoughts of sin, fate, and the like.
——Or maybe, he didn't think so because his grandma instilled such a theory.
Perhaps, it was just that he could no longer support himself in such a tragic and dark fate, and was forced to accept such a theory, brainwashing himself into believing that he had really done a lot of bad things in his previous life to suffer such unbearable consequences.
fate.
"Lan Ning, please stop crying," a child looked at Lan Ning's tears, hesitated, and said, "Lan Ning, do you miss your parents?"
Like him, he always thinks that his parents must have had to force him to sell him to this place, otherwise he must have been deceived by these bad people. He didn't know that this is a place like a devil's cave, otherwise it would be impossible.
I would have the heart to sell him in.
That must be the case.
——Like the oldest child, he is also trying hard to lie to himself, trying to convince himself and brainwash himself with a reason that does not exist at all.
Because if they don't find one or another reason, they simply can't persist in such a hell on earth.
In a life where life is worse than death, this is their only hope for survival - after suffering so much in this life, they will definitely be reborn into a good family and live a good life in the next life. Or:
If your parents knew the truth and knew that this place was such a terrible place, they would definitely regret it and come here to redeem themselves. Or they might be regretting selling themselves now and thinking of ways to take them away.
What about going back? It must be like this, so you can’t die. Maybe they will come tomorrow to pick you up and leave here...
The sad thoughts of children are such innocence and self-deception.
But they had no other option.
They could not escape, and the children who tried to escape were beaten to death in front of them, or were thrown into the cages of wolf dogs that had been starved for several days and torn apart alive.
These bloody scenes were deliberately shown to them to shock them and prevent them from escaping.
There was once a girl who was so frightened that she went crazy on the spot after seeing such a terrible scene. She cried and laughed and banged her head against the wall. Finally, I heard that she had been resold.
But I don’t know where it was sold, but it must have gone to a scarier place than here.
This place is already a hell on earth, and there is a place more terrifying than this... They cannot imagine it, nor dare they imagine it.
No matter what, you will die, but if you persevere, you may still be able to get out.
This is the only hope for these children, the hope to live humbly, worse than animals.
Hearing the child's words, Lan Ning's blood-covered face showed a smile.
This smile is very innocent, just like his innocent look, which makes people like him.
However, no one here will like him.
These little friends are struggling to support themselves. Just like him, all the evils he suffered today may befall these other children tomorrow.
And those thugs and underground brothel owners even used them to make money, humiliating and torturing them wantonly.
If such a cute child is born into a good family, even a not-so-rich, but normal, warm family, he will be extremely pampered.
But Lan Ning has never experienced any of this.
His parents handed him over to the owner of the underground brothel with their own hands. They patted his head, opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and raised his arms full of needle holes to wipe them with poison needles.
Wiping his mouth, he said with a smile: "Lan Ning, you must listen to your boss carefully from now on."
After saying this, they couldn't wait to finish counting the meager wad of banknotes they took from the owner of the underground brothel, and then left with a satisfied smile.
No matter how Lan Ning cried, no matter how he yelled not to leave him, no matter how he begged, they did not look back. All they could think about was how to quickly exchange the money for drugs and get enough for them.
Have a happy life!
These are his parents.
This is his ugly and dark memory.
Lying on the iron frame bed among the shabby quilts, Lan Ning, covered in blood, thought of all this and smiled.
However, the tears couldn't stop flowing down, and they kept flowing down...
**"Don't send him away, please, brother..."
The youngest girl knelt on the ground and hugged the leg of one of the thugs, begging bitterly. However, she was kicked so hard that she rolled several times on the ground and hit her head hard.
My voice was hoarse from crying and I was speechless.
"You still dare to plead for him, believe it or not, I will take you away with him now?"
The owner of this dark and dirty underground brothel was an old man with wrinkles on his face and an air of obscenity all over his body. He angrily looked at the little girl who was about to be kicked unconscious and smiled ferociously, "Damn girl, wait a minute.
I see how many customers you have received, how dare you say such a thing!"
Several other children stood aside, all with their heads lowered and shoulders hunched. They were so frightened that they not only dared not say a word, but even dared not express a word.
An atmosphere of terror permeated this dark, narrow, small room filled with the smell of blood.
The source of the blood was Lan Ning, who was dragged by one of these thugs.
On the verge of death, there is only breath coming out and no breath coming in.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
He didn't survive the beating, and the wound became infected and stained with blood.
The most important thing is that he has lost the willpower to survive.
Even if he was torn apart alive by a crazy big wolfdog that had been hungry for days, he didn't care.