On the ship in transit, there were more than ten women, ranging from young to old.
This was the information Chloe Grant gathered from listening and sensing.
She didn’t know how she ended up here, what this place was. This strangeness and uncertainty scared her immensely.
"Stop crying, are you not tired of it?"
Finally, someone erupted in impatience, and then Chloe Grant heard a muffled sound.
It seemed like something had hit the person who had been crying, and that person’s sobs stopped.
The crying person was likely near Chloe, so Chloe could still hear her softly sniffling.
After a short while, she started again with a sobbing tone, "We really..."
The crying person hadn’t finished her sentence when there was the sound of an iron door being kicked open, followed by blinding light pouring in from outside.
Chloe Grant quickly closed her eyes to prevent the light from stinging them.
Before she opened her eyes, the person who had been crying and fearful suddenly leaned in close to her and hid behind her.
Kept muttering, "No, please, no..."
Chloe heard a man speaking as if he were picking out goods. She slowly raised her head, adjusting to the light, and gradually took in everything around her...
A very cramped space, rows of different women sitting. The person who had kicked the door was a large man about six-foot-three, sporting a thick beard, his expression stern, looking quite intimidating.
His hand was gesturing over the women in this small space encircled by them...
As his finger moved past those people, some were excited, while others shook their heads in fear, each displaying a different expression.
The man’s index finger, in the end, settled on Chloe Grant.
The bearded man said with certainty, then waved towards some people behind him, "Take her to be dealt with."
As the bearded man’s command fell, a couple of men behind came over to Chloe Grant and took her away.
"Where is this place? Why did you capture me, and... where are you taking me?"
As they passed by the bearded man, Chloe struggled not to be moved, glaring at the bearded man with questions.
Yesterday, she had clearly left early to avoid Matthew Morgan seeing her to school, and before she was out of the residential area’s safety zone, she was suddenly pulled inside by someone.
She tried to run but seemed to hear gunshots, then lost consciousness. When she woke up, this is where she found herself...
Chloe Grant was bewildered, her scalp tingling with fear.
The bearded man looked at Chloe Grant, stroked his beard, and looked back at the many remaining women.
Some sat there indifferently.
Others cried in fear.
Some just slept directly.
Chloe Grant licked her dry lips and pressed again, "What on earth is this place, where are you taking me?!"
The bearded man stared coldly at her, took out a photo, and showed it to Chloe Grant, "Is this you?"
Chloe Grant looked at the photo.
It was a full-body picture taken of her a few days ago, her face clearly visible. Even if she wanted to shake her head and deny it now, this bearded man wasn’t likely a fool.
"Since it’s you, there’s no mistake. Someone has already sold you to us, and your task now is to clean up and go serve the guests until they’re satisfied," the bearded man answered indifferently, putting the photo away.
Chloe Grant was stunned...