"Don’t despise your mother for being dirty... getting yourself dirty means having money to spend. Isn’t that great? How many people... for the sake of making money in a dignified manner, lose their dignity and fail to earn money."
"We are poor people; we are born to be the playthings of the rich."
From a young age, Xiaoxing often heard such words.
It seemed like her mother was educating her, yet it also felt like her mother was talking to herself, comforting herself.
Men always came into their home. Some of them left hastily after certain matters were over.
Some men would say, "You are so beautiful, why don’t you do a respectable job?"
When men sighed like this, her mother would weave various stories, describing how tragic her own past was.
In the early years, she had been an actress under Tokei Dohbeni, specifically shooting those abusive films. Her stage name was Akiyama Rika.
At this moment, men would often immediately stop lecturing and instantly desire to experience this kind of play.
Hence, her mother would earn another sum.
This income would be high, but it would also be very painful. The flesh on her body would be whipped until it split open, revealing red marks and torn flesh.
But her mother always laughed aloud at this time, seemingly using laughter to cover up the pain.
"You see, feeling pain brings money. It’s great."
"Do you think those guests aren’t in pain? Do you think they come to me because their lives are perfect?"
"No, they are in pain too. But most of the time, their pain doesn’t bring them any returns."
"But I am different. I just need to endure pain to get returns."
"Xiaoxing, I will definitely raise you. Someday in the future... I will definitely make you become... someone who can laugh while appreciating others’ pain."
In this distorted and twisted city, what is most abundant is probably distorted and twisted values.
Soon after, her mother died. This pitiful woman did not earn enough money to let her daughter laugh while appreciating others’ pain.
She just suddenly died one day, under the rough treatment of a guest.
Without her mother, Xiaoxing’s life became even more tragic.
She dug out many business cards of guests from her mother’s belongings.
She called the numbers on those business cards. Most men felt unlucky as soon as they heard the name "Akiyama" and hung up the phone.
Once, Xiaoxing heard this dialogue:
"A good prostitute cannot contact clients if they don’t contact her first. It’s so uneducated!"
At that time, Xiaoxing was very hungry.
She didn’t know what to do, so she kept making calls.
After some time, finally, a man said:
"Are you called Akiyama Sachi? What a beautiful name. Your mother once talked business with me, but unfortunately, she wasn’t that beautiful; she was old."
"But I think perhaps you can."
"Are you willing to come to me, become my auction item, become my possession?"
Xiaoxing knew this was also a humiliation, but perhaps her mother’s words before her death had started to affect her...
She just asked:
"Can I wear beautiful clothes?"
"Can I eat sushi?"
"Can I take hot baths?"
The man on the other end of the line laughed gently, and a deal was successfully made.
...
...
Several years later, on March 1st.
Xiaoxing posted a photo in a certain chat group.
To put it nicely — her attire was extremely bold and avant-garde.
She typed in the chat group:
"Woof woof woof."
It attracted a group of mockers.
This was called shame desensitization training, but in the eyes of many netizens, it was called the master’s command.
In a city like Hujiang, where women would kneel at the door to welcome men home, there were many twisted and distorted practices between the sexes.
By this time, Xiaoxing had no feelings anymore.
"Very good, very obedient. In a few days, you can be sold; this time, even some rich people from the Middle East Region will come. They will surely like you." The man patted Xiaoxing’s face.
Xiaoxing asked:
"Does this world always make people feel pain, or is it just me who feels pain?"
The man bent down and said:
"No, my child, that’s not called pain; it’s called pleasure. Remember, you are not selling your pain; you are inherently lowly. You were born to enjoy this."
Xiaoxing nodded.
She dared not not nod.
Since she came to the man’s side, she had been brainwashed by him.
Of course, she had tried to resist.
She had thought about escaping, had thought about killing the man...
Sometimes, she faintly felt that maybe, in some parallel universe, she had killed the man.
But in the real world, this man was extremely terrifying.
Terrifying to the point that...
She always felt that the man could predict the future.
No matter where she fled...
The man could precisely find her.
When she had just thought of killing the man, the next moment, he would hold a knife and carve bloody marks on her body, telling her:
"Don’t harbor murderous thoughts against me. I know all your thoughts."
Yes, he seemed to know all her actions.
He could even win the lottery, correctly predicting various sports match scores.
The kind that could accurately predict scores and even the entire event outcome.
This man was extremely terrifying, almost like a god who knew the changes in the world. Gradually, Xiaoxing had only one thought...
Do not defy this man, do not resist him.
Accept everything he says, everything he says is the truth.