【Song of Scarlet】

Wanqing was an elegant and beautiful recent college graduate from a prestigious art school.

Naturally, her dream was to become an outstanding singer. Every morning, she

practiced her voice in her room, and every evening, she would softly sing along tree-lined paths. Her beautiful voice

was no less than that of any top-tier artist, but what she lacked was fame and opportunity.

As the saying goes, a dead end is not always a dead end; a glimmer of hope may conceal danger. Three months after graduation, Wanqing met

a warm and considerate benefactor. This man, full of sweet talk and behaving like a talent scout,

handed her his exquisitely printed business card with lace borders on a sunny afternoon: "Li Zhuang,

Professional ." His warm smile and thoughtful words melted Wanqing's heart and eased her slight worries.

She smoothly entered the company's interview and assessment process through Li Zhuang's introduction.

Li Zhuang, dressed in a suit and tie, led Wanqing into a luxuriously decorated office. After several turns, they arrived

at the manager's office of Shangwen Art Company. Sitting on the sofa was a

middle-aged . The moment Wanqing entered the office, she seemed to hear the manager saying on the phone:

"The last batch of goods was very cheap. If you order several batches this time, I'll give you an even better discount. I recently received

another batch of good goods. Yes, you don't need to worry about customs. Okay, in burlap sacks and suitcases, all breathable

, guaranteed no problems. Okay, okay." When the smiling man looked up and saw Wanqing,

he quickly stopped talking, forcing a dry laugh and saying, "Hello, Miss. Our company's business hasn't been good lately, so we're doing some

international trade to ease the financial pressure. Please excuse my rudeness, hehe, please excuse my rudeness." After saying this, he quickly wiped his

sweat, ignoring the ongoing haggling on the other end of the phone, and slammed the phone back onto the table.

"So, Ms. Wanqing is interested in joining our company and becoming a top-tier artist, is that right? First of all

, we must clarify that our entry requirements are very strict, and the contract period is also very long. Yes, at least until you're

thirty- five, right? Yes, leaving midway could involve a huge penalty. If you've thought it through, you

can sign the contract. After one round of interviews, we feel you meet our basic hiring criteria.

Of course, the specific compensation will depend on your performance during your employment. Yes, performance, right? Um,

Manager Li, after she signs the contract, please take her to familiarize herself with her company." "Let me show her around the work environment and the dormitory."

The general manager, with his signature burly appearance, quickly hired Wanqing. Li Zhuang, as the introducer, was also appointed as Wanqing

's mentor and supervisor. For a moment, Wanqing felt elated, thinking that she was also a

singer with a manager. She imagined that in the future, she would pose with a confused and shy expression at a press conference surrounded by reporters, take the microphone, and

say, "This is not convenient to disclose. Yes, I will release a new album next year."

The slight difference did not arouse the girl's suspicion, because the sweetness of the honey was too strong, masking

the dirty stench under the desk.

After making a simple phone call home, Wanqing signed a very formal employment contract. She was too excited

, because many of her classmates who graduated that year had been forced to change careers. Truly embarking on

the path was a very luxurious path. She happily signed her name at the end of the contract, even forgetting

to look at what the small print of the supplementary clause in the middle of a certain page of the contract said.

Wanqing's eyebrows furrowed in anger. As she was being led to her dormitory, she was

suddenly . Her exquisite hairpin rolled to the floor, and her delicate high heels were broken in two. After a feeble struggle,

she lay face down, hands up, her arms cuffed behind her back aching. Li Zhuang sat on the narrow edge of the bed, still

gently stroking Wanqing's hair. She realized her carelessness several days after she had fallen unconscious…

Wanqing vaguely opened her heavy eyes, faintly sensing… Hearing heavy, labored breathing on her face

, she abruptly opened her eyes, shocked to see the burly manager, naked, thrusting against her

genitals , making loud, labored noises. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked,

straddling a bed, her virginity long since dried. Tragically, she

barely remembered the moment she lost her virginity; all she could recall was the slickness of her genitals and the throbbing of bodily fluids against her flesh,

the spray of blood from the thrusting. Looking back, she saw Li Zhuang... He had long since shed his gentlemanly suit, donning a fake, flesh-and-blood suit. He

sat on a long sofa, leisurely smoking, while several similarly dressed men drank

whiskey Wanqing's face contorted in pain, tears streaming down her face. She

screamed and cursed at the top of her lungs, but in an instant, her curses turned into wails as a powerful fist

slammed smooth, protruding abdomen, nearly making her faint. She smiled and shook off the remaining semen. The old manager

lit a cigarette, waved his hand, pushed open the door, and left. A man on the sofa immediately stood up,

put down his wine glass with a forced smile, put the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, walked to the bedside, pushed Wanqing's legs apart, and thrust himself into her

without any finesse. Wanqing was shocked by these people's lawless brutality, but she was also afraid of

what kind of beatings and abuse she would suffer if she did anything else to provoke them. She could only close her eyes with trembling hands, silently clenching her

slender hands, using endurance as her last resistance.

However, despair always comes suddenly. As all the men in the room sat wearily to one side, Li Zhuang

leisurely poured himself a glass of wine, snapped his fingers with a roguish air, and suddenly a chorus of

curses : "Damn it, so slow, I'm about to cum!" "Even though it's free,

we're all regular customers, you've made quite a bit off us before, haven't you?" "Hey, it's good that you're in line

, stop complaining, there are several other groups waiting behind us."

The rustling footsteps instantly filled the narrow room, and the endless stream of vulgar curses

was deafening . Wanqing opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the gleaming ceiling, and didn't utter another word.

The men stretched out their hands, representing desire, to knead the girl's dreams and virginity. They used their semen

to smooth over her tears and cries, and their fists and bare feet to soothe her rage and resentment. In the quiet night,

there were occasional heavy breathing, weak pleas for mercy, muffled thuds, and desperate screams. The place where the incident occurred, as a

lonely island, still stood silently in some unknown and mysterious sea area...

Long, long, and endless days passed. Wanqing stopped crying out and

begging for mercy . She had spent nearly a month proving one thing true—any cry for help or resistance would only

result in more brutal gang rapes. She listlessly relaxed all her muscles, letting those

strangers manipulate her body at will. Whether she was handcuffed to an iron pipe, hung from the ceiling, tied to a chair, or

even bound to a gynecological bed with her legs spread wide in an M-shape, she no longer resisted. Wanqing numbly accepted each

baptism of life, forgetting that just days before she had dreamed of becoming a refined woman.

She would only plead helplessly at the last moment of each man's thrust, "I don't want to have a child yet, please don't

ejaculate inside." Of course, no one would grant the request of a naked woman whose arms were

immobilized . They would often increase the force, reaching out to pinch her already bruised nipples. She

trembled helplessly, enduring the familiar yet strange pleasure. Suddenly, a voice spoke up: "

Oh dear , we've been playing with her for almost a month and we forgot to use contraception." Then another man's voice said, "Do you

think this is some rich girl having a one-night stand? Using a condom? She's never going out anyway, so it

doesn't matter how we do it." "Yeah, if all else fails, I remember there's a boss who likes pregnant women.

Maybe we can sell her for a good price after we're done with her." "That's true, let's wash her up and continue playing."

At this moment, Li Zhuang suddenly opened the door and irritably pushed aside the other men. "This is new stock! How can you

play with her ? The doctor we hired will be here soon. Quickly rinse her with water. She'll have a health check later."

The man who was pushed aside chuckled and chimed in, "What doctor? Just a plastic surgeon and some quacks who know a few folk remedies.

This girl is perfectly fine, what illness does she need treatment for, what checkup? Why don't we let you guys play with her a little longer?"

Li Zhuang angrily slammed his hand on the table and grabbed Wanqing's small, delicate breast. "

This little thing, what can it sell for?" "A good price? These days even raising chicks requires hormones,

so how can we, who sell people, not do some further processing? Hmm? This buyer specifically wants someone who can sing, has big breasts, and is heavily pregnant.

Do you know how hard it is to find all three? What's wrong with a little surgery? It won't kill her, and besides, she

won't die in our hands."...

A long, long darkness, the dim dawn and the dim dusk. Wanqing's new master was

a wealthy businessman in his fifties from Southeast Asia. Before being sold, she had undergone cruel physical modifications... Pregnant

and with disproportionately large breasts, she was confined to an iron cage suspended in mid-air. Every day, the wealthy businessman

would return and fondle her protruding belly through the cage, occasionally fiddling with her slightly bruised genitals. Then,

he would pick up a cane with an electric shock function at the end and, with a trembling, lewd grin, poke it into her swollen breasts. The girl

stood blankly in the cage, only letting out a few mechanical screams when she was electrocuted. No one cared how long until her due

date, because they all knew her belly would soon swell up again…

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