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Famous Corpses
墨書 Inktalez
My name is Li Ning, and I am 19 years old. I was sold to a human trafficker by my stepmother.
"This new merchandise is really fresh," Zhou Degui, a man in his forties, said as he looked me over with satisfaction. What he didn't know was that just a week ago, the rotting female corpse in his basement was me. I had returned. This time, I would change the "game" for us.
The cold wind howled as it swept across the empty railway tracks. I stood to the side, watching Old Lady Zhou madly rush toward the oncoming train. "My son... it was your mother who chopped you into pieces..." Her bony hands were stained with dark red blood, and the Buddhist beads she held had long scattered across the ground. The roar of the train grew louder, its headlights blinding. All that remained was a piercing scream.
Just four days ago, I had once again returned to that basement reeking of decay. The person who brought me there was Liu Eryong, the same trafficker as before. He counted the money right on the spot and flattered me with words like "Make sure to come back to me next time," before leaving. Zhou Degui expertly locked me up with a chain in the corner, his corpulent body blocking the only source of light—a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. He grasped my chin with one hand while the other began to unbuckle his pants.
"Hehe... not bad at all, even fresher than the last one." His teeth seemed even yellower than before; it was truly disgusting. I allowed him to tear my clothes apart, turning my head away and using my hair to shield my eyes from the disgust I felt deep inside.
After venting his frustrations, Zhou Degui tugged at the iron chain to ensure it was secure before he contentedly left the basement.
Ha, such ordinary chains can only restrain a person; how could they ever hold me? I was simply waiting for someone. In just a few minutes, that Old Pervert would arrive.
Old Zhou always liked to time his meal deliveries with the passing trains. Perhaps he thought the rumble of the train would mask some of his heavy breathing. Each time, he would "accidentally" spill food on me, then meticulously wipe my body with his rough, yellowed hands. To avoid wasting food, he would lick up every bit of Leftover Rice that fell onto me.
Creak—
The iron door of the basement swung open, and Old Zhou hobbled in, carrying a battered Porcelain Bowl. The smell of Leftover Rice was all too familiar; I couldn't tell how many days it had been sitting there—it was nearly spoiled.
"Little Beauty, it's time to eat," he said, deliberately placing the bowl just out of my reach.
"Come on, Little Beauty, crawl over and get it."
I looked at the bloodied scratch marks I had left on the ground; my nails had broken then, and my hands were covered in blood. But now, I wouldn’t struggle. I would be a docile Little Lamb.
"Good grandpa... please..." I crawled slowly toward Old Zhou, the chain dragging along the ground with a clattering sound. His breathing grew heavier as he fished a small pill from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
Oh, it's a Rescue Heart Pill. This Old Pervert is quite cautious; he must be afraid of suddenly dropping dead while "enjoying" himself.
Before I could reach his feet, he had already taken a couple of eager steps forward and bent down.
"Little Beauty, let Grandpa take good care of you..."
Just as his fingers were about to touch my chest, I suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He looked at his trapped wrist in confusion, clearly not expecting a "delicate" girl to possess such strength.
"Old Man, do you remember me?"
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