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The foreign man walked in and whipped Ding Ling twice without a second word.

Although Ding Ling was in pain, she did not plead for mercy on the surface: "If you dare hit me, I will definitely kill you!"

But the foreign man did not care about what Ding Ling said, and lashed out with his whip again. His whip strike was extremely precise and ruthless, and after the third strike, Ding Ling was already lying on the ground.

If he could, he would whip Ding Ling to death, but he could not do so. These women were offerings for their boss.

The foreign man grinned at the women huddled in the small room. His brutal desires, once aroused, would not be simply satisfied.

"We … we didn't say anything!" The women huddled in the corners of the room, huddled together, feebly protesting.

"Whap." The long whip came down and beat the women in the corner until they fled in all directions.

The clothes of these women were tattered, and their bodies were covered in long and thin bloody wounds, traces of his previous mistreatment of them. Most of them had injured their limbs and were unable to stand as they ran. They could only crawl on all fours like animals. But foreign men were not softhearted. He kept shaking his wrist and waving his whip.

Like a vicious viper, the long whip twisted its body in the air and then suddenly descended, slapping some unfortunate woman until her skin was lacerated. Painful wails and cries, sometimes high and sometimes low, continuously stirred in the small room.

The foreign man only stopped his mistreatment after he had taken out forty to fifty lashes of the whip. He felt a slight ache in his wrist.

The women fell to the ground, their tattered clothes no longer able to cover their bodies, their fair skin and blood-red scars were revealed.

The foreign man examined the group of women for a moment, like a hunter inspecting his prey, like a victorious general inspecting his medal, and a contented expression gradually appeared on his face.

Bang.

With a loud noise, the man left the room. The metal door closed behind him, and the small room became dark once more.

"Who is this person?" Ding Ling lied on the wet floor, her teeth chattering uncontrollably due to the pain from her body. She asked, "Why are we trapped here?"

No one answered her, and the dim room was dead silent.

Ding Ling clenched her teeth, doing her best to stop the pain from coming out from her body. She struggled on the ground for a while, then barely managed to sit up.

She looked around at the surrounding situation and saw that everyone was lying on the ground in a mess, like fish that were about to die from the drought. Other than their chest that was still bullying her, she could not see any other signs of life.

"Let's try to resist." Ding Ling suddenly said, "If he comes back and whips us again, we will resist together."

Her words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, suddenly causing ripples.

"It's all your fault." said a woman suddenly.

"If it wasn't for your strange howls, we wouldn't have been hit." Someone else immediately agreed.

"It's all your fault!" The sound became sharp.

"You still want to harm us?" All of a sudden, all of the women had a burst of strength. They held onto each other as they stood up from the ground.

"You vicious fellow." The women surrounded Ding Ling.

"You, what are you guys doing?" Ding Ling was a little flustered as she used her hands to hug her body.

"Rip off that slut's clothes!" a woman suggested.

Their clothes were already tattered, and only Ding Ling had just came in, so their clothes were still relatively undamaged.

"Let's see who dares to touch me!" Ding Ling shouted out loud, but she was panicking in her heart.

The women's hands stretched over from all directions. Ding Ling wanted to retaliate, but she was surrounded by them and had no way of doing so.

But Ding Ling still clenched her fists and waved them around, hoping to drive these crazy women away.

"Whap." Someone heavily slapped Ding Ling's face.

Ding Ling was stunned. In her entire life, she did not know how many people had slapped her on the face, but no one had ever slapped her on the face. Compared to the scorching pain, Ding Ling felt an even stronger sense of humiliation surging through her heart.

Another person used their foot to kick Ding Ling's lower abdomen, causing Ding Ling, who was about to stand up, to be kicked to the ground.

Ding Ling stopped moving, the pain in her body and the mental humiliation rushed up to her heart. Not long ago, she was still as sharp as a knife, but now, she had become a wooden puppet that didn't know how to fight back.

The hands reached toward her, tearing at her clothes.

Her chest, her thighs, her body gradually revealed itself. Amid the tearing of the fabric, the women forgot about the bullying and the situation they were in.

It was only until they found out that Ding Ling didn't have a single piece of clothing on her and that she looked more miserable than any of them, did they finally let go of her hand with satisfaction.

The dark room gradually quieted down from the noise.

The women returned to their corners. They squatted on the wet ground, their hair in disarray, their arms wrapped around their knees, looking as pitiful and helpless as before.

The only difference was that there was one more person on the ground, and that was Ding Ling who was lying on the floor.

Ding Ling slightly shrank her body. The water on the ground was ice-cold, causing her to wrap her arms around her chest.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and mixed with the water on the ground.

At this moment, the square under the metal door was pulled open.

The women suddenly swarmed over. Every day, they only had this kind of meal. If they missed it, they would starve until the next day. Some of them directly walked past Ding Ling, while others directly stepped on her body. Without cutlery, they used their hands to fight for the rice and vegetable leaves in the wooden bucket. Not long after, the bucket was knocked over during the fight.

White rice fell into the sewage.

But these women wouldn't mind. Anyone who had tasted hunger wouldn't mind the filth.

Ding Ling was still lying on the ground. She did not fight with these women because she was still immersed in the loss of her dignity and had not tasted the taste of hunger.

Very soon, the rice and vegetable was all divided up. This little bit of rice was unable to feed the people in the room. Furthermore, there was neither meat nor oil. This kind of food was unable to make up for the hunger in their stomachs. Others fumbled in the puddles on the ground, looking for scraps of food.

At that moment, a hand reached in through the square and took the bucket.

Then, a water pipe as thick as a bowl was pushed in from the same position.