People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

A luxurious estate in the Netherlands.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Ingrid gazed at her aging body reflected in it.

Even with the most expensive skincare products, the crow's feet around her eyes and her already somewhat loose and sagging skin tell her that she is nearly forty years old.

"Looks like it's time to schedule another bath."

Ingrid muttered to herself.

She believed that bathing in the blood of young women would allow her to maintain her youth forever.

Only by maintaining this physical appearance can she avoid being disliked by her powerful husband in the family.

Even if her husband is just a fat, pot-bellied man who is incompetent in bed, she still has to go to great lengths to dress herself up and please him for the sake of status and wealth.

Just then, the phone specifically used for logging into the dark web vibrated, transmitting the latest prey list from Eden Hot Springs.

Upon opening my phone, I saw several female college students who had just checked in.

The goods looked pretty good, and two of the girls, who were good-looking and had hot figures, were priced at a million US dollars.

Another girl with buck teeth and a somewhat introverted appearance only had a handful of bids placed below her at the starting price.

Ingrid didn't care at all and prepared to take a picture of the buck-toothed girl.

To her, whose blood doesn't matter? As long as she's young enough.

Just as she was about to place her bid, she suddenly noticed two other items at the bottom of the webpage out of the corner of her eye.

She slid down casually.

She was envious of another young and beautiful girl whose face was full of collagen and had firm, tender skin.

When Ingrid saw the last person, her breath caught in her throat.

The young man in the photo has a mixed-race face with an oriental charm yet also a three-dimensional and deep look.

A wisp of silver hair framing her forehead, coupled with her aloof demeanor, perfectly matched all her inner aesthetic fantasies.

Such exceptional specimens are rarely seen on the dark web's prey list, perhaps only once every seven or eight years.

Ingrid suddenly felt that all those thoughts about maintaining her beauty and preserving the dignity of her wealthy family had been thrown to the back of her mind.

Compared to the body at home that had long since bored her and even made her nauseous, all the emotions and desires she had suppressed for years surged up at this moment.

"If only I could be completely consumed by such a young and powerful being..."

Thoughts ran rampant in her mind, and Ingrid's breathing became heavy.

She eagerly looked down at the amount and found that the number had jumped to eight or nine million, and was still soaring at an alarming rate.

"Those damn bitches!"

The woman, her face contorted with rage, cursed loudly and began to increase the stakes.

For these women confined to their homes, no amount of money can compare to the satisfaction of their body and soul.

After several rounds of frantic bidding, she finally won the right to control the man for a staggering $35 million.

If it weren't for the club's membership agreement having strict purchase restrictions, she would have even considered bringing that girl named Patty under her control as well.

Then, place the girl in front of them and, in the most frenzied way, complete a fervent ritual that belongs only to them.

The thought of this scene made Ingrid's legs tremble and her body go weak.

……

The town was shrouded in night.

The annual harvest festival was held in the central square, where bonfires turned half the night sky red.

The carnival music, tap dancing, and cheers of tourists blended together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

"Thump...thump thump".

There was a knock on Suren's door.

Whitney was standing outside the door.

She had just taken a shower; her long, wet hair was draped over her fragrant shoulders, with water droplets still clinging to the ends.

She wore a tight-fitting tank top on her upper body and denim shorts that were as short as they could possibly be on her lower body.

"Hey Suren, wanna go to the harvest festival outside? Afterwards, we can soak in the mixed-gender hot springs together."

Whitney leaned forward slightly, supporting herself on the door with one hand.

"Thanks for the invitation." Suren's gaze swept over the graceful body without lingering for long. "However, I'm tired from playing these past two days and not in the mood today. Let's make plans another time."

While he was observing outside today, he noticed that one luxury van after another had already driven into the town.

If nothing unexpected happens, those perverts who bought these girls for huge sums of money have already entered the scene.

The woman in front of me, whose mind is only focused on seeking thrills, probably won't see the sun rise tomorrow.

Suren had little interest in reminding the other person that they weren't even friends, and that the other person was only looking for a casual fling.

Furthermore, even if he tells the truth, the other party will most likely not believe him and will instead think he is crazy.

Instead, it would be better to let go of the urge to help others and respect their fate.

He paid more attention to Beth, who was traveling with them, than to these other women.

If you rescue her at a crucial moment, you can ask for protection money, and the other party should be happy to pay it.

This is also why he hasn't taken any action to clean up the town.

He needs to use these perverts to maximize his own interests.

"Well, what an unromantic man."

Whitney wasn't annoyed.

For her, being rejected once or twice didn't matter at all; after all, there were plenty of men in the square outside who wanted to get into her bed.

Close the door.

As soon as Suren turned around, she met Patty's scrutinizing gaze.

"Mixed bathing? Why don't you go?"

Patty sat on the edge of the bed, giving a sarcastic snort. "If you want to go, then hurry up and go. Anyway, there's a whole square of women waiting in line for you to choose from."

Suren ignored her obviously jealous tone, went to the balcony, and looked at the carnival scene in the square in the distance.

Seeing that Suren was ignoring her, Patty became even more furious: "You promised me before we set off that this trip would be absolutely thrilling and exciting, didn't you?"

"And what happened? I've been stuck in this godforsaken room for the past two days, eating the hotel's barely edible food."

"On the other hand, you're nowhere to be seen all day long, sometimes even staying out all night. Listen, if you dare to get involved with any shady women outside, you're dead."

Suren turned around, looked at Patty's angry face, and said with a smile, "I was afraid some of the scenes would be too stimulating for you to handle."

"snort!"

Patty looked at him as if she'd heard the funniest joke in the world, her face full of indignation. "Don't treat me like a three-year-old! I've seen more demons than you've eaten pizzas!"

"You said it yourself."

Suren nodded, picked up his trench coat and draped it over his shoulders. "Let's go, change into shoes that are easy to move in."

He walked to the door, turned back to Patty and said, "Since our young lady is so brave, then I will take you to see the true darkness of this fairytale town."

A few minutes later.

The two walked through the hotel lobby and left the hotel.

In a corner of the hotel, the receptionist, who had been whispering to a hot girl, immediately whispered a few words into the miniature microphone in her collar after the two left.

"Attention, the goods have been shipped. Immediately notify the scavengers to prepare for work."

"Listen to me carefully, if the goods even get a scratch, we'll all be feeding the dogs tomorrow!"

P.S.: There are some descriptions that I couldn't control the level of explicitness, which could easily involve prohibited content TnT