negotiating table
In the dimly lit bar, a group of gang members in strange clothes were discussing something in the corner.
Jonas waved the drink in his hand and took a sip.
The burning sensation irritated his throat. Although it was of inferior quality, the drink got his hormones going.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
He looked at Aphrael beside him and smiled as he spoke.
Aphrael hesitated a little, but imitated him and took a sip. As soon as the alcohol touched her lips, she couldn't help but cough:
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The girl's face was slightly reddened by the alcohol. After she had recovered from the coughing fit, she gave Jonas a somewhat reproachful look.
Her otherwise calm demeanor made the girl even more charming in contrast to the current situation. The blush on her cheeks gave her an air of innocence and charm.
When Jonas saw this scene, he had to laugh, which earned him another roll of the girl's eyes.
But this little episode didn't last long. A loud noise came from the entrance of the bar and caught their attention.
They saw the group of gang members at the door leading a group of men in black suits into a nearby private room, followed by a purple-haired girl with shackles on her hands and feet.
Such scenes weren't uncommon on Flower Street in the slum.
After all, such incidents happened almost constantly in different corners of the slum.
-People smuggling.
"It seems that the person we were expecting has arrived."
Jonas looked at the bound girl, his eyes flashing darkly.
Eilis Chelsea, the brain-integrating mage.
She looked pretty desperate now.
...
Sex dolls are, as the name suggests, objects with which you can act out your desires.
Unfortunately, the girls who take on the role of sex dolls are implanted with a chip that regulates their hormones. In future, they're at the mercy of their owners, regardless of the situation.
The end of most girls who have been implanted with a chip will be extremely tragic.
In some better cases, the owner of the chip gets bored and leaves the sex doll to fend for herself on Flower Street.
In most other cases, the sex dolls play with their owners until they die...
A girl called Eilis is now facing such a tragic fate.
Her look was a little gloomy, she felt the shackles on her hands and had a complex taste in her heart.
Three hours ago, she was sold by her foster father to the members of the Wildfire gang and turned into a prostitute.
And the next thing she knows, she's being sold by these people to a 'master' she has never seen.
--Someone like me is destined to end up like this.
Eilis looked at the psychedelic lights, surrounded by boiling desire, and felt like countless eyes were on her, causing her to lower her head and her clenched hands to tremble slightly.
"What are you standing there for? Move!"
The man in front of her pulled on the chain that bound the girl's hands, causing her to stagger.
She didn't dare return the man's gaze and said timidly:
"Yes ... Sir ..."
Eilis was never a strong-willed person, otherwise she wouldn't have resisted when her foster father tried to sell her as a sex doll.
The light in front of her suddenly dimmed, and the psychedelic lights gradually turned into a faint orange glow. Eilis felt as if she had been taken into a room.
The next moment she was thrown to the ground, and the impact made her groan. The next moment she saw the man sitting on the sofa.
"Why did you bring a sick person here?"
The young man complained somewhat angrily.
"Master Selka... Um, things have been very tense lately, and the peacekeepers are watching us closely. It's not easy for us to kidnap people directly, is it..."
The gang member who had brought them here smiled kindly as he spoke carefully.
After hearing this, the young man eyed Eilis carefully before nodding and saying:
"Well ... okay, she looks decent, but I doubt she'll last long."
Hearing the other's almost naked words, Eilis couldn't help but tremble.
"The way Master Selka is acting, that sick person probably won't last a month."
The gang member chuckled, showing no concern for the girl's life in his words.
He still remembered very clearly what had happened to the sex dolls he had brought to Master Selka... Only one in ten could survive.
He only hoped that this sick person would retain some semblance of humanity in the end.
He looked at Eilis, but there was no trace of pity in his eyes.
It seemed as if Eilis anticipated her own fate and bowed her head, as if she wanted to escape reality.
There was almost no turning back in this situation.
Eilis was well aware of the fate of sex dolls and had seen the almost lifeless eyes of abandoned sex dolls.
-I'll end up like them too...
The girl thought of the stories she had read in which the tragic heroine met her true love in a moment of danger.
She hadn't read many books, but perhaps this story had brought a glimmer of hope into her originally lifeless life. Eilis was deeply impressed by this story.
When she thought about it, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
Eilis knew very well that such a thing was impossible for her.
How dared she hope for it...
--bang!
The door to the room was forced open.
Everyone in the room was startled and the leading gang member instinctively drew his gun.
The next moment they heard this sarcastic voice.
"Do you mind having another person at the negotiating table?"