Doting on the Masked Wife

With a pale face, he kept struggling, trying to get up from the ground.

"No, don't... I dare not, brother, don't..."

Compared with whipping and beatings with wooden sticks, he is more afraid of the abuse of these perverted men!

Because these people are more inhuman than those clients, and even more beasts!

Not once, the children were insulted by them, not covered in blood, covered in wounds.

No, no, he would rather be beaten than accept such "discipline" and "punishment".

He moved his small body in fright, trying to get up and run away.

However, the big hand that has always been thick has stretched out, held him down, tore his clothes fiercely, 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 made blood ooze from the corner of his mouth.

The children on the bed witnessed the scene that had been staged countless times before, and they were all trembling. They wrapped their thin bodies tightly with worn-out quilts, as if they could barely feel a little bit of security.

As if in this way, I can resist the terrible things that happened to me once again.

Every one of them's eyes were full of fear, and every one of them was trembling uncontrollably.

Some young children even hid their heads deeply 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 another thug who was watching a show, the thug who tore his clothes had already untied his trouser chain with a sinister smile.

The little boy burst into tears, but the tragic thing happened to him.

"what……"

He yelled miserably, and all the children covered their ears, lowered their heads, trembling all over, not daring to take a second look.

In the small, dark room, a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

……

**The little boy, who was broken and bloodstained, was lying on the ground, dying, his eyes stared at the ceiling blankly.

There were injuries all over his body, there was a pool of blood under his body, and the corners of his mouth were also covered with blood, and he kept coughing, coughing up blood.

If not treated, he will most likely die.

However, don't expect those demented beasts to find a doctor to see him.

If he died, he would end up being thrown out and buried.

No trace will be left, no one will remember him, no one will know that so many crimes have happened.

Even his parents don't think of him.

The little boy kept coughing, coughing up blood, and his frail body covered in scars and bloodstains curled up into a ball.

"Lan Ning, you have to hold on." A little boy who looked a little older than him finally dared to step down after the two thugs were satisfied, wearing a belt and leaving with a ferocious laugh. Bed, touched his side, 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 teenager who has the same fate as Lan Ning.

After he "made a mistake", he was beaten to death, humiliated and gang-raped, his wound was infected, he couldn't get sick, and he didn't have the 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 even if they didn't have to think about it, they knew that it must be a more tragic fate.

Lan Ning was lying on the ground, with blood flowing from under his body, his eyes stared at the ceiling blankly, he didn't say anything, only tears kept streaming down.

"Don't cry, Lan Ning, who gave us this fate? Maybe we did something sinful in our previous life, so we have to suffer such a fate in this life."

A child who seemed to be the oldest came over, and someone helped to lift Lan Ning to the bed, and then said to Lan Ning with a sigh.

He was the oldest of the boys, and before he was brought into this dark underground brothel, he was with his blind grandmother, who told him so many things that it filled the boy's head. Thoughts of sin, fate, and the like.

——Or, he wasn't instilled with such a theory by his grandma at all, so he thought this way.

Maybe, it's just that in such a tragic and dark fate, he has no way to support himself, so he is forced to accept this theory, brainwash himself, and make himself believe that he really did a lot of bad things in his previous life to suffer such unbearable fate.

"Lan Ning, don't cry," 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 forced him to sell him to this place, or he must have been deceived by these bad guys. He doesn't know that this is a place like a magic cave, otherwise it must be impossible Will have the heart to sell him in.

It must be like this.

——He, like the oldest child, is also trying to deceive himself, trying to convince himself and brainwash himself with a reason that doesn't exist at all.

Because they didn't find some reason or another, they simply couldn't persist in this hell on earth.

In a life that is worse than death, this is their only hope for themselves to live - after suffering so much in this life, in the next life, they will definitely be reborn in a good family and live a good life.Or: if their parents know the truth and know that this is such a terrible place, they must regret it, and they will come here to redeem themselves, or they are regretting selling themselves now, and are trying to find a way to get it back. Bring yourself back?It must be like this, so I can’t die, maybe they will come tomorrow to pick me up and leave here...

Such naivety, such self-deception, are the sad thoughts of children.

But they had no other choice.

They couldn't escape, and children who tried to escape were beaten to death in front of them, or thrown into the cages of wolf dogs who had starved for days, and were torn apart alive.

These bloody scenes were intentionally shown to them to frighten them so that they would not dare to escape.

There was once a girl who went crazy with fright after seeing such a terrible scene, cried and laughed, and hit her head against the wall. Finally, I heard that she was sold again.

But I don't know where it was sold, but it must have gone to a more terrifying place than here.

This place is already a hell on earth, a place even scarier than this place... They can't imagine it, and they don't dare to imagine it.

Either way it's death, just hang on and maybe get out.

This is the only hope for these children, humble, less than animals, hope to live.

Hearing the child's words, Lan Ning's face covered with blood showed a smile.

This smile is very innocent, just like his innocent appearance, it makes people like it when they see it.

However, no one here likes him.

These little friends are all struggling to support them. Just like him, all the evils he suffered today may happen to these other children tomorrow.

And those thugs and the bosses of underground brothels use them to make more money, humiliating and torturing them wantonly.

If such a lovely child is born in a good family, even if it is a normal and warm family that is not so rich, he will be extremely pampered.

But Lan Ning never felt all of this.

His parents handed him over to the owner of an underground brothel, patted his head, opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and wiped it with his arm full of poison needles. Wiping his mouth, he smiled and said, "Lan Ning, you must listen to the boss carefully in the future."

After saying this, they couldn't wait to finish the pile of money that they had received from the owner of the underground brothel, spitting all over the place, and then left with satisfied smiles.

No matter how Lan Ning cried, no matter how he shouted not to abandon him, no matter how much he begged, they didn't look back, and their minds were only how to quickly exchange this sum of money for drugs, which was enough for them. Have a good time!

This is his parents.

Such were his ugly dark memories.

Lying on the iron frame bed, among the dilapidated quilts, Lan Ning, who was covered in blood, thought of all this and smiled.

However, the tears couldn't stop streaming down, and kept streaming 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, but was kicked so hard that she rolled on the ground several times and hit her head hard. Cry hoarse voice, 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 is a wrinkled old man full of obscenity. He looked angrily at the little girl who was about to be kicked unconscious, and grinned grinningly, "Damn girl, wait a minute!" Seeing how many customers you have received, do you still dare to say such a thing!"

Several other children stood on the side, all bowed their heads and hunched their shoulders, not only dared not say a word in fright, they dared not even vent their anger.

An atmosphere of terror permeated this dark, narrow, and blood-smelling small room.

And the source of the blood was Lan Ning, who was being dragged by one of these thugs.

Dying, only breath out, no breath in.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He didn't survive the severe beating, and the wound was infected and stained with blood.

Most importantly, he has lost the willpower to survive.

Even if he will be torn apart alive by the crazy wolf dog who has been hungry for several days, he doesn't care anymore.