Chapter 86 Imprisoned in Section A
As soon as the words left his mouth, the black–clad men began forcing me away, clearly intending to detain me. I didn’t resist much–just a light struggle–before complying and following them.
Cadell looked unusually distressed, constantly pleading with Charles behind me. Charles, however, ignored
him, faxing me with a piercing gaze
I could feel his emotions even though I couldn’t see his expression.
He must have felt smug. To him, as long as I was locked away, everything would be under control. Moreover, after all the provocations I had orchestrated and the trouble I had caused the Hartman family, he must have seen my suffering as a form of payback
In this whole affair, both Charles and I achieved our respective goals. The only one left in anguish was Cadell. He kept trying to reason with Charles, his tone filled with desperation, but Charles remained silent. Cadell
couldn’t do much to stop what was happening–he was still confined to his wheelchair, unable to move easily.
Gradually, his voice faded behind me until all I could hear was a faint note of his frantic tone.
As I walked, I started taking in the surroundings, memorizing every detail. I knew I would return here one day -to get revenge, to destroy the whole operation, and to rescue the trapped women.
Victim, every single one of them was innocent. Behind each of them was a shattered family. I had endured all of this myself, and I was determined not to let anyone else suffer the same. One way or another, I would destroy the Hartman family, and by doing so, I would free these women.
Just as Cadell had described, the entire D Section was chaotic and filthy. When we reached Section C, I noticed that each cell held only two people
Unlike those in the D Section, the women here seemed more spirited, wearing perpetual smiles. They still didn’t have clothes, but they didn’t seem to mind–if anything. they appeared proud to display their bodies. Even though the people passing by weren’t clients, they struck flirtatious poses as if it were second nature.
I could hardly stand to look. I wasn’t a man, and the sight only filled me with a profound sadness.
In Section B, the conditions were better. Each woman was confined in a private cell–more like a cage. They wore minimal clothing, and their smiles were even brighter. Their lives seemed slightly better.
Eventually, they brought me to Section A. Compared to the other areas, Section A was desolate and quiet. The accommodations weren’t cages but rather small, dark cells with no light.
When I arrived, there was no one in sight, Judging by the number of these cells, Section A likely housed no
more than twenty people.
The black–clad men led me into one of the dark cells. The man in charge sneered at me with a look of utter
disdain, his eyes cold and contemptuous, as if to say that any woman who ended up here was no longer
human.
Leaning in close, he muttered a chilling warning. “Once you’re in here, no one can save you.”
I pretended to look frightened, glancing up at him. Satisfied with my reaction, he sneered and waved for the others to proceed.
Several expressionless middle–aged women stepped forward. They restrained me, searched me thoroughly,
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and confiscated all my jewelry and phone. This was clearly to prevent me from contacting the outside world.
I had anticipated this. Throughout the process, I offered only symbolic resistance, making a show of struggling slightly but not truly opposing them.
When they finished taking my belongings, one of them shoved me hard. My back collided with the iron bedframe, sending a jolt of pain that made me let out a low groat.
After completing their task, they slammed the door shut.
The room instantly fell into complete darkness–I couldn’t see even a faint glimmer of light.
I became aware of a faint, pecullar scent lingering in the air. It was subtle, barely noticeable unless I concentrated. However, I’ve always had a heightened sensitivity to such things, easily detecting faint aromas and sensing changes in my body.
A strange heat began rising from my lower body, swiftly sapping my strength and making my limbs feel
weak.
It wasn’t as overwhelming as the effects of the earlier d**g, but the result was essentially the same.
Although I wasn’t entirely out of control, the sensation forced me into a constant state of tension and need, an ongoing torment that kept me on edge.
I couldn’t help but wonder if Sylvia experienced something similar when she was brought here. She was so young–how immense must her suffering have been? For someone that young to endure such ordeals… How
could I not loathe the Hartman family?
I trembled slightly, biting down on my tongue to keep myself calm.
After an indeterminate amount of time, I felt a faint vibration beneath my tongue. Gradually emerging from the haze of pain, I reached out and removed a tiny device hidden under my tongue.
It was a pearl–sized object. I called it “Fluoro Track“.
I had prepared it in advance. Fluoro Track was a locator and could transmit basic signals through vibrations, though its capabilities were limited
Before leaving, I had given one to Cyril, and another one to Darian.
Both of them could use it to contact me. Each device had a unique vibration pattern, making it easy for me to
tell them apart.
Fluoro Track’s primary purpose was to help them pinpoint my location if the situation turned dire
This particular vibration came from Cyril. He was checking on my safety.
I lightly pressed the device a few times, letting him know I was safe.
Then I paused briefly and transmitted another message, indicating that I needed him to initiate the plant
sooner than intended.
The scent was subtly affecting my body, and if it continued, I feared it might eventually strip away my
self–control. At that point, things would become far more complicated.
Cyril quickly responded. Although Fluoro Track couldn’t convey much detail, I understood his intent. He wanted me to stay safe. His concern for me was clear,
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