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After Escape, I Became an Embroiderer
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"Brother, why did you suddenly want to help me chop wood?" I asked, a warmth stirring in my heart. My brother, who usually immersed himself in gambling and rarely paid attention to my affairs, had taken the initiative to offer his help today.
"Xiao Lian, you're working too hard alone. I want to help you share some of the burden," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awkwardness. I didn't think much of it and assumed he finally understood how to care for his sister.
As we walked further away, nearing the depths of the forest, I stopped and looked at him in confusion. "Brother, this isn't the place for chopping wood, and it's dangerous inside."
A flicker of tension crossed his face before he regained his composure. "I know a place with plenty of dry wood and wild fruits."
I nodded, feeling a bit uneasy but choosing to trust him nonetheless. However, after we passed through a thicket, several figures emerged from the trees, their eyes glinting with ill intent.
My heart raced as I turned to flee, but my brother grabbed me tightly. "Xiao Lian, don't be afraid; they're just my friends."
" Li Dabao, is this your sister?" A burly man approached, his gaze roaming over me in a way that made my skin crawl.
I struggled to break free. "Brother, what are you doing? Let me go!"
A flash of guilt crossed my brother's face but was quickly replaced by greed. "Xiao Lian, don't blame your brother. If you go with them, at least you'll have food and drink."
"Brother! Let me go; our parents need me back home to cook!" I said frantically as I continued to struggle.
"Parents? They said you're going to marry anyway. Using you to pay off my debts doesn't count as raising you," he said smugly.
I was pushed toward those men, their lewd laughter echoing in my ears. Despair washed over me as I fought against them, but it was futile.
My brother held the IOU and left without looking back. Seeing me struggle fiercely, the men from the casino knocked me unconscious.
When I woke up in an unfamiliar room, the decor was gaudy and cheap, filled with the stench of low-quality perfume and alcohol that made me wrinkle my nose.
On the wall hung a painting of a woman smiling brightly, but her smile felt painfully glaring to me.
I realized I was no longer wearing my own clothes but instead donned a thin, transparent garment.
I stared blankly for a long time, unable to comprehend what had happened.
Reaching back to touch the painful spot on my head, I listened to the indecent chatter and absurd music coming from outside the door.
I sat on the bed in a daze, my mind a complete blank. I never expected that my brother would actually sell me. Remembering how he had bought me Osmanthus Candy the day before and his affectionate promise to help me gather firewood, I realized that all the oddities had been part of a sinister plot. I had never felt so awake as I did at that moment.
I hugged myself tightly, the chill in the room seeming to penetrate my bones. The thin, transparent garment I wore offered little coverage, leaving me feeling an unprecedented sense of shame and unease.
"You, the new girl? Don't even think about running away or committing suicide; otherwise, you'll regret it," a heavily made-up woman said as she pushed open the door and leaned against the frame. Her gaze held no sympathy, only coldness and warning.
"Hurry up and come with me, no dawdling. We have guests tonight," another woman said roughly as she yanked me along.
I was taken to an opulently decorated room where a slick, greasy man sat, his eyes glinting with a disturbing eagerness.
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