Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu was awakened by the cold.

The cold rain was biting, and a strange, fishy smell permeated the air, seeping into the lungs from the nasal cavity, like rotten rust mixed with mud and decaying leaves, making one feel nauseous.

She struggled to open her eyes, but all she could see was darkness.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped the sky apart, illuminating the entire forest behind the mountain. Shi Luyu's pupils constricted sharply, and she almost froze.

Dead people! She was surrounded by dead people!!

They lay sprawled in the mud, some with their necks twisted, others with horrifying gashes in their chests.

The blood had long been washed away by the heavy rain and mixed with the mud; the area around her feet was covered in dark red and black water.

She was just thrown into this pile of corpses when she fainted?!

Shi Luyu's mind went blank, her stomach churned, and she felt like vomiting as she leaned on the ground. But as soon as she bent down, her shoulder bumped into a cold, stiff arm.

The arm stretched out diagonally from the mud, its finger bones bluish-white, and blood still embedded in its fingernails.

A crushed sob escaped her throat, and she scrambled backward.

The rain was so heavy, like countless fine whips lashing her face, that she could barely open her eyes.

Soaked hair clung to his cheeks and neck, his thin clothes were completely drenched and clung heavily to his body, making him feel numb with cold.

Another bolt of lightning struck.

This time she saw it clearly.

She was surrounded by a circle of dark figures dressed in uniform black, their positions seemingly casual yet orderly.

The uniform, and the golden snake and eagle pattern on the epaulets...

She recognized them—they were the same people who had killed people in the woods behind the Buddhist temple!

"Who...who are you? What do you want?" she asked, alert and terrified.

But nobody paid any attention to her.

"You woke up pretty quickly." Someone whistled, the sound particularly vulgar in the downpour. "I thought I'd have to lie in bed longer."

"She looks really young." Another person stepped forward, using the flashlight to look her up and down, his gaze so sticky it was nauseating. "Where did you pick her up from in these mountains? It's like you're offering a live one to Buddha."

"No wonder Master Jia didn't have it buried directly earlier."

"That face, that figure... it would be a shame if she died."

The unrestrained chatter of the crowd, as if picking through pieces of meat, sent a chill down Shi Luyu's spine.

"You! Don't touch me..." Her face was pale, her teeth were trembling, and her eyes were frantically scanning her surroundings.

The pitch-black forest made it impossible for her to discern the path, except for a warm yellow light shining from the Buddhist temple pavilion not far away.

That's where she was hiding.

It was also the place where that man stood before the Buddha, offering incense and casually remarking, "Accumulating virtue and doing good deeds."

The lamplight, shimmering through the rain, appeared as a hazy yellow glow, unlike the light of Buddha, but rather like a lamp guiding the way to hell.

Shi Luyu felt a chill in her heart. She tried to get up, but her legs were weak.

The fabric, already crumpled from the mud and the struggle, clung miserably to her skin, outlining her slender yet distinct contours, revealing even the rise and fall of her breath.

She reached up to tug at her clothes, but heard the group of people laugh even more filthyly.

"Tsk tsk, what a president."

"Brother Ji," a man called out to the group not far away, his tone flippant, "this chick's not going to live anyway, let the brothers have a taste first?"

"Yeah, it was delivered right to our door."

"After you're done playing with it, just throw it in the ditch. When it rains, who knows what will happen?"

Shi Luyu looked over abruptly.

Zhou Ji stood under a tree diagonally behind him, his black umbrella drawn low. He didn't speak, but followed the man's gaze and glanced up at the pavilion.

Shi Luyu also looked over.

Under the eaves of the second-floor corridor, a tall and slender figure leaned lazily against the railing, half of his body hidden in the dim light.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could see him casually playing with a slingshot in his hand.

The slingshot was not sophisticated; its bones were pale white, and the edges still bore the dark red of freshly peeled skin, as if it had been forcibly removed from a corpse. One could almost smell the lingering blood and body heat on it.

He just stood there, looking down at the farce.

It was like watching a pack of dogs circling their prey.

There was no intention to stop it, and no indication was given.

Zhou Ji understood and withdrew his gaze, saying in a flat tone, "Remember to clean up after you're done, don't leave any survivors."

One sentence became her final verdict.

Shi Luyu's ears suddenly rang, and a chill ripped through her heart, sending her plummeting to the bottom. At this moment, they wouldn't listen to anything she said.

The instinct for survival finally drove her almost frozen body, and she suddenly scrambled up from the mud and turned to run down the mountain.

But she had only run a few steps when she heard heavy, hurried footsteps behind her.

Soon, a brute force suddenly grabbed her hair, and Shi Luyu felt dizzy from the pain, as she was slammed back.

"Snapped!"

A slap landed on her face.

The force was terrifying; Shi Luyu was thrown directly into the mud, half of her face swelled up and burned, her ears rang, and the rain in front of her blurred into a double image.

"Why are you running?" the man cursed, kicking her in the side. "You're asking for it."

"Ugh..." Shi Luyu curled up in pain, protecting her abdomen, and tried to crawl again, supporting herself on her elbows.

All she could see was mud and water, she tasted blood, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her face, and she looked miserable and pathetic.

Several people surrounded her, some grabbing her arm, others pulling her shoulder, and in the chaos, there was a "rip" sound!

A large piece of fabric was torn off her shoulder.

A sudden gust of cold wind rushed in, causing Shi Luyu to tremble all over. The lace trim of her thin underwear was faintly visible in the dim electric light.

She instinctively hugged herself, her face drained of color.

Driven to the brink, she had no choice but to beg for mercy, her voice barely a whisper: "Please, please let me go... I'll give you whatever money you want..."

Hold on, don't give up.

We absolutely cannot let it rot here.

"You guys look like you're short of money?" one of them chuckled, squatting down and reaching out with his sleazy hand. "You're definitely desperate for women. Be a good boy, and we'll give you a good time, and then we'll get you over with—"

Enraged, Shi Luyu raised her hand and slapped him across the face: "Get lost! Did you enjoy that slap?"

With a crisp, loud "snap," it was a perfect sound.

The man froze, then his face contorted into a ferocious grimace, like a mad dog that had been slapped in public, suddenly bursting into flames.

"Fuck you!" He lunged at her, pinning her down with his arm like iron, and roughly ripped her clothes with his other hand.

Shi Luyu was pressed down so hard she could barely breathe. She struggled desperately, kicking and scratching with her hands and feet. Mud and blood were mixed on her body, a scene of tragic despair.

The group of people around them not only didn't stop them, but their laughter became even more offensive.

"She's quite stubborn."

"Little Chili? I'm even more excited for the experience later."

"Screw you, I'm going first!"

The rain is getting heavier.

The faint light in the Buddhist hall's attic flickered precariously in her peripheral vision, too far to reach.

Just as the man lowered his head and pressed down on him...

call out!

A bullet suddenly pierced the wind with a whooshing sound, cutting through the torrential rain.

Then came a clear, muffled thud, as if bones had been shattered.

"ah!!"

The man on top of her screamed and fell to the side, a bloody gash appearing on the back of his head, blood mingling with the rain and streaming down his face.

Before he could even turn around, he was thrown to the ground by the immense force, clutching his head and howling in pain as he rolled around on the ground.

The expressions of everyone around changed simultaneously; no one had seen how the bullet had flown over.

All that could be seen was a man's head split open, a bloody mess.

It means the person in the attic.

For a moment, all the men in black froze, and even Zhou Ji raised his head.

Shi Luyu's chest heaved violently. Almost instinctively, she took advantage of the moment when their attention was completely drawn away by the attack, gritted her teeth, and stood up. She then turned and ran towards the end of the mountain path.

Immediately, someone behind them shouted sharply, "Chase!"

She didn't know if she could escape, or if there was any way out ahead, but she just kept running forward desperately.

The footsteps were a chaotic cacophony.

Just then, a deep voice descended from the attic, overwhelming the wind and rain, its coldness leaving no room for doubt.

"Everyone, step back."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible giant hand, cutting off everyone's movements.

Shi Luyu also froze.

She turned around, panting.

In the lamplight of the attic, the man finally straightened up.

He rested one hand on the railing, and casually picked up a recurve bow beside him with the other.

The pale, calloused fingers slowly tapped the bowstring, the movement so relaxed it was almost languid.

Rain streaked across his shoulders, and the dim light under the eaves made him appear both noble and aloof.

He looked down at her.

Across a whole wet, blood-soaked forest, it was as if watching prey that had finally escaped its cage.

Then, he slowly raised his bow.

The arrowhead was aimed at Shi Luyu's heart.