The filth of society

Hello everyone, my name is Li Na, I am 24 years old, and I live in a famous heavy industrial city in Northeast China. I was born into a working-class family; my parents are honest and hardworking workers with no special social connections. I was a good student from a young age, and after graduating from high school, I was admitted to a national key university in my city—XX University. I knew that to get a job at a good hospital after graduation, I had to study hard, and I always ranked at the top of my class in exams. However, when it came time for job assignments, because I had no connections and no money to bribe, my spot to stay at the university was taken by someone else. I was furious at the time, but what could I do?
It was at this moment that I realized the cruelty of society; people would do anything to survive. But what happened later made me truly experience the filth, despicableness, and squalor of the society we live in.
After graduation, I was assigned to work at a very poor small hospital, where even my salary was not paid on time. My parents were also laid off due to the poor performance of their company, which meant they were unemployed. In order to survive, I had to apply for jobs everywhere. Because I studied medicine and graduated from a national key university, I was quickly hired by a foreign pharmaceutical company as a medical representative, specifically responsible for several hospitals affiliated with my alma mater. At first, I thought this job was simple and the pay was good, but what I experienced later completely shattered my dream.
My company is a wholly American-owned enterprise, famous worldwide, producing a wide variety of effective drugs, but also very expensive, beyond the reach of most patients. To gain a foothold in clinical treatment, the company stipulates that doctors receive a certain percentage of the cost, or kickback, usually between 10% and 20%. This means a doctor receives about ten dollars for each dose. Even so, the company's sales are not ideal because competition is fierce. To get your drugs into hospitals, you need more than just money; you need connections, power, and even physical attraction. And so, I, a recent graduate, was unknowingly drawn into this dirty vortex.
My company's manager is a man in his mid-thirties, a former doctor who resigned long ago, supposedly due to a strained relationship with his superiors. In reality, he was highly skilled; it was simply because his qualifications and expertise surpassed his superiors' that they constantly made things difficult for him, leading to his resignation.
He started as a pharmaceutical representative and, due to his excellent performance, was quickly appointed regional manager, responsible for sales in Northeast China.
Initially, things went well, but later, with increasing competition and more complex marketing tactics, sales plummeted. Headquarters became increasingly dissatisfied with his work, and he felt immense pressure, as he hadn't easily secured the position.
To turn things around, he tried everything, pulling strings and using connections, but to little avail. Through careful thought and investigation, he finally identified the root of the problem.
He decisively dismissed a group of older, less attractive pharmaceutical representatives and hired a group of recent graduates—I was one of them.
When I first arrived at the company, I was happy because the salary was high, almost four times that of my previous job, and the work wasn't too strenuous, with no night shifts. However, I forgot a crucial point: there's no such thing as a free lunch.
We received basic training upon starting work and were then assigned to various hospitals, each responsible for three or four. Monthly sales targets were set, and failure to meet them resulted in salary deductions. The market competition was fierce, and as a novice, even getting the drugs into the hospitals was difficult, let alone meeting the targets! Just when I was about to despair, the manager called me over. He threatened and tempted me at the same time, saying that if I listened to him, I could keep my well-paid job. I think he must have known my background, but thinking of my parents and my current situation, I desperately needed this job, so I had no choice but to agree.
He implied that in today's society, to accomplish something, ability alone is far from enough. You're young, beautiful, and have a great figure; why not use those abilities? It was at this moment that I truly understood the devastating meaning of forcing someone into prostitution! But they didn't use violence; they forced me to take this step out of desperation. I felt sorry for myself because I knew that once I took that step, I would become a highly educated prostitute, selling my soul and body for money!
I had no choice, no way to escape, because I live in the real world, and this is the only way I can survive!
After I decided to take that step, over time I gradually saw the evil hidden beneath that dazzling halo, the despicable nature beneath that sanctimonious facade. I realized that those with knowledge, status, and identity were just like me, selling their souls, and that they were even more despicable, more vile, and more filthy than I was. At this point, my mindset gradually became more balanced.
The manager was very happy after I agreed; he wanted me to work for him, promising me benefits as long as I listened to him.
Together with him, we researched how to get our company's drugs into the two hospitals affiliated with the medical university. He used his connections to find out the names, home addresses, and contact numbers of the hospital's presidents, vice presidents, pharmacy directors, internal medicine and surgery directors, and members of the hospital's pharmacy committee. Then we studied their hobbies and social connections. As the saying goes, flies don't land on eggs without cracks; everyone has flaws and weaknesses, and we targeted those weaknesses. Generally, men are often lustful, and women are often greedy, though some are both. For male leaders, we sent female representatives to lobby them, and for female leaders, we sent male representatives. These two large hospitals were very famous in Northeast China, with many patients, many from rural areas. These two hospitals were also known for their exorbitant fees because they never used cheap drugs. They told patients that cheap drugs were ineffective, but the truth was that they didn't get kickbacks from using cheap drugs. Many rural patients went bankrupt trying to treat their illnesses, unaware that a large portion of their medical expenses went into the doctors' pockets. Of course, we also made a substantial profit from this! In order to make a profit, we also paid a heavy price. I remember once, in order to get an antibiotic into their surgical ward, I went to see their director. He was over sixty years old, but he was still the director because of his skills. We had found out beforehand that this old guy was very lecherous and had affairs with representatives of other companies. He would threaten to stop you from using your medicine at any time. In fact, he was very rich, but he was still very greedy. The kickbacks he asked for were too high for you to accept. At this time, he would start to hint that if you could sleep with him, he would lower the kickback. I thought to myself, you old geezer, is your dick still working?
So I went with him to a hotel and booked a room. I didn't expect the old man's penis to be so big, and even more unexpectedly, he carried Viagra with him. After taking the Viagra, he asked to shower with me. Seeing him naked, I felt utterly disgusted. After showering, he wanted me to lick his penis, and he started licking my vagina. Not long after, he became aroused and inserted his old penis into my wet vagina. He moved up and down, panting heavily. I was really afraid he would suffocate on top of me. It
probably only took about five minutes before he couldn't hold back and ejaculated, collapsing on top of me like a dead man.
He reduced our company's drug kickbacks by ten percent, but on the condition that our company send one person every week to have sex with him, and that the person be young and beautiful, otherwise he wouldn't use our drugs. What a lecherous old man, a complete scoundrel! But in everyone's eyes, he's a highly respected old professor, an expert. That's reality, it's truly frustrating!
And so our company gradually entered a virtuous cycle again. But the lubricant of this cycle was the soul and body of us pharmaceutical representatives. We received generous compensation, but I always felt there was a fishy smell on the money I received—was it the smell of blood, semen, or even my own vaginal fluid? I really couldn't tell. I felt like I was living like a walking corpse. Back then, I had grand ideals, dreaming of becoming a life-saving angel in white through my own efforts. But who could have imagined that I would become a high-class prostitute who survives by selling my body and soul? Now I understand that having ideals is one thing, but realizing them is another. In this era where poverty is mocked but prostitution is not, how many souls have been twisted, how many people's dignity trampled upon? What I can't understand is those with high... People of high social standing don't need to toil for a living; they are respected everywhere. But who would think that they sell their souls to satisfy their desires? Do they ever consider that the money going into their pockets is the hard-earned money of patients? It is because of their greed that the distorted profession of pharmaceutical sales representatives has been created. I think they are even worse than prostitutes; they are the real social scum, a bunch of trash. The harm they cause to patients and society cannot be measured in money. They influence people's thinking and values with their dark and despicable souls. On the surface, they are angels in white, but in reality, they are a group of bloodsuckers who devour people without spitting out the bones. They live a decadent and extravagant life with the hard-earned money of patients, indulging in all sorts of vices. But I think they will get their retribution sooner or later!
I remember once, our medicine was working very well at the hospital, but one day we suddenly received a notice that the surgery department was stopping using it. I inquired and found out that they had a new head of surgery, a PhD student who had just returned from Japan and had made significant achievements in organ transplantation. At first, I thought he was a gentleman who stopped using our medicine because he couldn't stand this practice. But upon further inquiry, I discovered that wasn't the case; other companies' medicines were still being used. I suspected there was something fishy going on, so I went to see him personally and invited him to dinner at the Wangfujing Hotel. After dinner, I arranged a luxurious private room and had two beautiful women accompany him. He didn't refuse, but afterwards, when I asked the women about it, they said he seemed to have erectile dysfunction. They performed oral sex on him for a long time, but he still couldn't get an erection. Later, he asked the women to perform homosexual acts for him, but they refused, and he became very unhappy.
I think he might have spent too much time in Japan and become a bit perverted like the Japanese! Regarding our medicine, he neither agreed to its use nor explicitly stated that it was permissible. As the head of the department, he wouldn't allow the doctors to use it without his approval. Seeing this situation was unsustainable, I consulted him again privately. This time, seeing that no one else was present, he discussed the terms with me. That's when I understood what was going on.
He told me that using my medicine was possible, but on one condition. I thought, "Isn't that what I'm talking about? I've even accompanied a man in his sixties; surely I can do it for a man in his thirties." So, without even asking, I agreed. He was very happy and told me to use my medicine the next day. True to his word, he started having the doctors use my medicine the following day. That evening, he called me and asked me to come to his house. Without hesitation, I took a taxi there. When I arrived, I learned that he was still single. His apartment was a privately purchased unit provided by his work unit. After I arrived, he said to me, "I've done what I promised you. What about what you promised me?" I told him that I always kept my word and would never regret it.
He told me to take off all my clothes, and I did as he said. I stripped completely naked. I was very confident in my figure, and I thought he would pounce on me and make love to me. But to my surprise, he didn't react at all. Then I remembered what the two women had said: he was either impotent or a pervert. Sure enough, he took out a cotton rope and told me that he was a sadist. Because he had spent too long in Japan and often watched Japanese sadomasochistic movies and TV dramas, he had become impotent if he didn't abuse women. After returning to Japan, he became the head of surgery, so he used his power to threaten the pharmaceutical representatives who needed his help. He knew that doing so would not damage his reputation and would satisfy his perverted desires. I had no idea about this. I think the representatives from other companies must have fallen into his clutches as well, because no one would tell others about such things.
He tied me up tightly with cotton rope, then made me kneel on the ground with my buttocks raised. He inserted two electric vibrators he'd brought back from Japan into my vagina and anus, turned them on, and made me perform oral sex on him. My vagina and anus were stretched painfully by the two large vibrators, and I groaned in pain, but he was extremely excited. His penis slowly hardened, thrusting in and out of my mouth, and finally ejaculated inside me.
I remained bent over. After resting for a while, he stood up, pulled the vibrators out of my vagina and anus, and then took me to the bathroom. He untied the ropes, placed me on a massage bed, and tied my left hand and left foot, and my right hand and right foot separately with rope. He took out a hospital enema kit, filled it with glycerin, inserted the head of the enema kit into my anus, and injected about 1,000 milliliters of glycerin into my body. Then he tightly plugged my anus with an anal plug. My stomach was extremely bloated, and a strong urge to defecate drove me crazy. Just when I couldn't bear it any longer, he suddenly pulled out the anal plug, and a yellow, foul-smelling... Liquid gushed out, spraying onto the white bathroom tiles. At that moment, I noticed his penis was hard again. After washing my buttocks with water, he inserted his large, hard penis into my anus. My anus had never been penetrated before, so when he inserted it, I felt an excruciating pain. While penetrating my anus, he squeezed my breasts and nipples hard with his hands. I was in great pain, but I was tightly bound and unable to struggle, so I could only be wantonly ravaged by him. I was puzzled as to why he wasn't interested in my vagina. He penetrated for almost an hour before ejaculating. By then, my anus had become a large, gaping hole that couldn't close.
He was satisfied and told me not to worry, that he would definitely use my medicine.
From then on, he would call me over every week to torture me to his heart's content. He had many methods, such as bondage, enemas, wax dripping, breast torture, and genital torture. The most perverted thing was that he even made me eat his feces. If I didn't agree, he would threaten me, saying that he wouldn't use my medication. Even more despicable, he secretly recorded the torture, saying that if I didn't obey him, I would be too ashamed to face anyone. I really had no other choice but to agree. From then on, he became even more outrageous. Sometimes he would make me go shopping with vibrators inserted in my vagina and anus. He could turn them on anytime, anywhere, making me suffer unbearable pain.
Another time, he was on night shift at the hospital and called me over. I thought that calling me over so late must mean something bad, but I didn't dare not go. When I got to his office, he was the only one there. He said that it was boring to be on night shift alone and that he wanted to have some fun with me.
He led me to the surgical examination room and made me take off all my clothes. I had no choice but to do as he said. After I was naked, he made me lie down on the examination table, spread my two snow-white thighs, and expose my hairy vulva. He touched me with his hands for a while, then licked my clitoris with his tongue. Soon, my vulva started to flow with fluid. At this point, he stood up, went to the instrument cabinet, and took out an examination kit. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I knew that tonight he would definitely torture me to the point of exhaustion. Sure enough, he took out a razor from the kit and then used a brush to apply a lot of soap to my vulva. I thought he was going to shave me, that is, shave all the hair on my vulva with the razor. Sure enough, he started shaving with the razor. He shaved very slowly and carefully, shaving the hair on my vulva and around my anus clean. After shaving, he used dressings to clean my vulva and anus. Then he made me lie down... Zhang took me to a specially made bed, spread my legs apart, and tightly fixed them to the armrests on both sides. He then tied my hands together and fixed them to the headboard, making it difficult for me to move even slightly. He then took out two ropes and tightly bound my breasts from the base, making them look like two large balloons. The veins on my breasts were clearly visible. I cried out in pain. He then gagged me with a gag. After admiring me for a while, he took out a vaginal speculum and slowly inserted it into my vagina, dilating it to its maximum extent to expose the pink flesh inside. He then inserted a brush and slowly rotated it. My vagina was extremely itchy, as if millions of ants were crawling inside. I struggled desperately, and saliva flowed from the hole in the gag, making my breasts sticky. He tortured me like this for more than half an hour, and the vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring.
He was also very excited. After a while, he removed the speculum and took out a large syringe. He filled it with soap solution and inserted the syringe tip into my anus, injecting all the soap solution into my rectum. He poured a full 1,500 milliliters of soap solution into my anus.
My stomach felt like it was going to burst. He tightly plugged my anus with an anal plug, and I had a very strong urge to defecate. This feeling grew stronger and stronger, and he watched my pain and let out bursts of sinister laughter.
I endured this for about half an hour. Then he suddenly pulled out the anal plug, and with a loud bang, a stream of brown liquid gushed out, shooting more than three meters away, covering the ground with the foul-smelling liquid. He used a hose to wash the liquid off my body, then put me off the bed. We rested together for a while, then he tied me up with a rope and made me kneel at his feet. He took out his penis and put it in my mouth, almost suffocating me. His penis thrust in and out of my mouth, getting harder and harder. Then he told me to bend over and lie face down on the ground, and he forcefully thrust his hard, thick penis into my anus. I involuntarily let out a scream. He then stuffed my underwear into my mouth and thrust in and out of my anus. Sometimes he would pull his penis out and insert it into my vagina, but most of the time it was in my anus.
He fucked me in my anus for more than an hour before ejaculating.
He was exhausted by then. He took my clothes and made me follow him naked back to his duty room. I was terrified, afraid of being seen, but he didn't care at all. Because he was on duty, his office was rarely visited. After we got back, he tied my hands and feet tightly and made me sleep with him like that. The next morning, I couldn't move my hands or feet.
In this way, he would call us pharmaceutical representatives in turn to satisfy his lust. Sometimes, during long holidays, he would call all of us, usually four of us, all representatives of drugs that were used well in his department. We didn't dare not go because he had something on us. During those days at his house, we were naked every day. Some were tied up, some were hung up, and some were whipped until they were bruised and battered. He also made us wear dildos and have sex with each other's vaginas and anuses. After a few days, we were all on the verge of collapse and needed more than ten days to recover after returning home.
And so, with money, integrity, soul, and body, I conquered one man-made fortress after another in my path. I gained a lot. In people's eyes, I was a successful modern woman with an enviable career, belonging to the urban white-collar class, earning a high salary, wearing designer clothes, using the latest mobile phones, always taking taxis and never taking public transportation. But who knows that people like us are actually no different from prostitutes, except that we serve different clients?
We also lost a lot. Since taking that step, I have lived in constant regret and pain, yet I am powerless to extricate myself. I can no longer escape my current life. For my parents, for my vanity, I can only sink deeper and deeper.
Because I have had relationships with so many people, from the hospital director, vice director, head of the medical affairs department, department head, resident doctor, to the head of the pharmacy department, and the pharmacy manager, I dare not imagine what the consequences would be if I refused their demands. They would make me wish I were dead.
They are a pack of cunning wolves. They demand thousands of dollars from us, but never issue receipts. They've had sexual relations with many pharmaceutical representatives, sometimes even forcing us into bed. They are educated people; they understand our psychology and weaknesses. They know we won't expose our privacy, and even if others find out, it's not a big deal because no one can provide concrete evidence. They can threaten us with our privacy, but we can't do anything about it.
They not only use us to satisfy their lust but also give us away as gifts to those who are useful to them.
I remember once a director from the pharmacy called me, asking me to accompany him on some business. I had no choice but to go, because he was someone I couldn't afford to offend.
He took me to a private room in a restaurant. He made a phone call, and after a while, two middle-aged men arrived. They looked like leaders. They ate and talked. It turned out that the director wanted to transfer his wife to a new job, but the new unit's leader was unwilling to accept her. He was reluctant to give her money, so he wanted to give me to them. By this time, they were both quite drunk and were staring at me lecherously, making me feel very uncomfortable. After the meal, the director took us to a five-star hotel and booked a suite. Once inside, the director told me to treat the two leaders well, and then he left.
Then the two men pounced on me, stripping me naked. They quickly stripped themselves off too, pounced on me, and began biting and nibbling. They squeezed my nipples and breasts hard, and even inserted their fingers into my vagina. After a while, they made me lie face down on the bed, sticking my white buttocks up. One of them was in front, and the one in front put his smelly penis into my mouth, thrusting it in and out. The one behind licked my vagina and anus while inserting his fingers into my vagina and anus. After half an hour, they switched positions. The one in front continued to make me perform oral sex on him, while the one behind inserted his already hard penis into my vagina. He thrust in and out while slapping my buttocks hard, making them bright red. I couldn't help but cry out in pain. After about half an hour, they switched positions again. This time, the one behind me shoved his hard penis into my anus. I cried out in pain. But he was very excited. The one in front of me had already finished, and while trembling, he ejaculated violently into my mouth, filling it with his sticky semen. I wanted to spit it out, but he wouldn't let me, so I had to swallow it. About ten minutes later, the one behind me couldn't hold back either. He pulled his penis out of my anus, shoved it into my mouth, thrust in and out a few times, and then ejaculated. I could only swallow that too. Afterwards, we went to the bathroom for a bath together and rested. After the meeting, they said they were too tired, so they asked me to give them oral sex. They sat on the sofa, and I knelt between them, taking turns giving them oral sex. They groped my body with their hands and even used their toes to penetrate my vagina. They had probably just ejaculated, because this time it lasted particularly long. My mouth was sore from sucking, and only then did their penises become hard. I had no choice but to straddle them and take turns inserting their penises into my vagina. I moved up and down, sweating profusely, while they groaned with pleasure.
This went on for about an hour before they finally ejaculated.
Later, the director's matter was settled, and he was very happy. He later told me that he had initially wanted to find some prostitutes for the two leaders, but they refused, saying that prostitutes were not clean. Then he thought of bringing me in. He knew I wouldn't dare refuse him, otherwise I would be in big trouble. Since I helped him, he would definitely take care of me in the future. I think in his mind, we were all a bunch of prostitutes, a bunch of high-class prostitutes.
Thanks to my efforts, the hospitals I was responsible for stocked our company's drugs. However, this didn't mean the task was complete; I still had to sell these drugs to patients and collect the money to finish the job.
Next, I started cultivating relationships with doctors in the hospital outpatient departments and wards, trying to get close to them. But these days, there's no such thing as getting something for nothing! In the end, it all comes down to money and sex.
Faced with money and sex, no one adheres to principles or morality. Their principles and morality are just for show; when it comes to themselves, they've long since thrown them to the winds.
Most of them can be bought off with money, especially the older women. They're very greedy. As long as you send them the money on time, they'll prescribe your drugs aggressively, regardless of whether the patient needs them or can afford the expensive medication. If the patient doesn't use the drugs they prescribe, they'll scare the patient until they get what they want.
However, some male doctors, especially some senior ones, are very familiar with the ins and outs of this profession. They know the competition is fierce, and pharmaceutical representatives will do anything to meet their quotas. So they deliberately keep you in suspense, ignoring you when you approach them, leaving you embarrassed. You then have to beg them, but they still won't give a straight answer. Only when you're cornered do they start negotiating, often making unreasonable demands that you have no choice but to agree to, or they'll gang up on you.
If that happens, you'll find it impossible to get anywhere in the hospital.
Once, I went to the general surgery department of a hospital to discuss medication. Several male doctors there insisted that I be available at any time and have to entertain them; if I didn't agree, there was no point in discussing it.
I understood this rule and had no choice but to agree. Later, the medication worked very well. One weekend afternoon, I received a pager. It was them summoning me to a doctor's house at 7 pm for a party. I had no choice but to agree and be there on time.
When I arrived, I found five men and three women in the room. The men were all doctors from my department, and the women were pharmaceutical representatives from another company. The room was large and luxurious. Since we often dealt with each other, we were all familiar with each other, and we chatted and laughed together. Later, we started dancing. While we were dancing, they groped us all over. We could only swallow our anger and endure their humiliation. Then they stripped us naked and made us women hug each other and dance for them. They even made us perform homosexual acts for them. We had no choice but to touch each other's breasts and genitals. Later, we lay on the ground and licked each other's vaginas and anuses. After they had enjoyed the sight enough, they made us perform oral sex on them. The four of us knelt in front of them and took turns licking their penises. Their penises slowly became hard. Then they made us lie on the ground with our buttocks sticking up. Our vaginas and anuses were completely exposed to them. They took turns fucking our vaginas and then our anuses, fucking us until we were exhausted. Finally, they ejaculated in our mouths and made us swallow all their semen.
After resting for a while, they started playing games again. They made several paper lots for us to draw, with the contents being enema, three men having sex with one woman, bondage and beating, and genital and breast torture. Whoever drew a lot had to do what was written on it.
I caught three men having sex with one woman. The others were taken away by others. The first thing they performed was an enema. She was a girl of about twenty-one or twenty-two. She was pretty, but had a good figure. They tied her hands behind her back, made her lie on her back on the ground, and raised her two long, white legs high. They tied ropes around her ankles and secured them to the railing, exposing her anus, which looked like a chrysanthemum. Then a doctor took a large syringe and inserted it into her anus, injecting all the glycerin that had been drawn up inside. About a thousand milliliters were injected. The girl's stomach slowly swelled up and made gurgling sounds. Her anus was tightly plugged with an anal plug. They lowered her legs and made her stand up and walk to the bathroom. She endured the pain and walked into the bathroom with her legs clenched together. They then made her kneel on the ground and stick her buttocks out, exposing her anus as much as possible. Just as the girl screamed in pain, they suddenly pulled out the anal plug. With a loud bang, fecal water gushed out, spraying all over the floor. They all laughed pervertedly when they saw this.
Next came the binding and beating. They tied the hands and feet of a large, plump female representative to two bamboo poles, spreading her legs wide apart to expose her hairy genitals. They hung her from an iron hook in the center of the room and whipped her buttocks, breasts, and genitals with their belts. She screamed in agony, her body covered in bruises.
She was tortured like this for nearly an hour before being released.
Then they began to abuse another girl. She was bound, her breasts tightly bound at the base, and her nipples tightly bound at the base with a fishing line. Her nipples were swollen and engorged like grapes, and her clitoris was also stimulated and swollen. They bound her clitoris at the base with another fishing line, inserted a large vibrating egg into her vagina, and gagged her. They laid her on the ground, where she writhed in agony.
Next, they were going to deal with me. They chose three men to have sex with me, while the other two men went to have sex with the other two women.
I first knelt in front of them and gave them oral sex. After their penises became erect, I straddled one of them and inserted his penis into my vagina. Another one lay behind me on top of my back and inserted his penis into my anus. The last one stood in front of me and inserted his penis into my mouth. In this way, three of my holes were filled with a large penis, stretching all three holes to the brim. They thrust in and out repeatedly, and my vagina and anus were almost torn apart. They fucked me for almost an hour before they finished, and in the end, they all ejaculated into my mouth, which I had to swallow.
This orgy continued until the early hours of the next day.
Only then did the four of us drag our exhausted and battered bodies home. For the next ten days or so, none of us dared to leave the house until our wounds had healed. Fortunately, our bosses at the companies we worked for were used to it, so they rarely interfered. As long as we exceeded our monthly targets, they didn't care about these trivial matters.
Our lives, our dignity, our integrity—to them, it was like toilet paper, used and discarded at will. We were their money-making machines, using our bodies and souls to generate excessive profits for them. When we were no longer of use, they would ruthlessly abandon us.
Society clearly knows this is an unethical profession, surviving by exploiting the hard-earned money of countless patients, while simultaneously creating a breeding ground for corruption among countless social parasites. They corrupt the entire social atmosphere. As the saying goes, doctors should have the heart of parents, but how many doctors these days are truly trustworthy?
If people can't even trust their own parents, who can they trust? People are forced to deceive each other; how can such a society progress?
Whenever I go to the hospital and see patients who are sick but can't afford the expensive medical bills, my conscience is deeply troubled. At that moment, I think of my parents; many of them have little income, and if they get sick, they can only go home and wait to die. I feel incredibly sad. I feel like a murderer, my hands stained with blood. I imagine those who, like me, live by sucking the blood of the sick must have nightmares at night, dreaming of being chased by a vampire with nowhere to run, until all their blood is drained, leaving only a skeleton. Would you wake up from such a nightmare?
This is my deepest repentance. I hope those I have hurt can forgive me, and I hope those who have hurt me will receive their due retribution. I firmly believe that good and evil will ultimately be rewarded.
But now I must face this cruel reality. I still need to survive, I still need to support my laid-off parents, so I must continue this inhuman, ghostly life.
Because I alone cannot fight against this evil force. I constantly hope for the revival of people's conscience; only then can I be a human being again, a truly human being.
I continue to wander through various hospitals, mingling with all sorts of people, letting those damned beasts vent their lust on me time and time again. I have tears in my eyes, only endless hatred and regret.
By then, I had become numb and indifferent. I became cynical and started actively seducing young doctors fresh out of school, engaging in all sorts of sexual games with them. Sometimes, I would have sex with five or six men at once. I wanted to insert a man's penis into every possible opening in my body. I realized I had completely fallen into depravity. I no longer had any scruples. I had sex with any man who wanted to sleep with me, regardless of their profession, as long as they were men.
Finally, one day I discovered I had syphilis. I wasn't sad; I knew this was my inevitable end.
I went to find those who had bullied and humiliated me, and I had sex with them. I wanted to make them taste the pain.
My life had been ruined by them; I wanted revenge.
When I finished all this, I left all my savings to my parents and a letter to them. I didn't tell them the truth, afraid they couldn't handle the blow. I only told them I was tired of my current job and wanted to try my luck in the south. And so, I quietly left my hometown where I had lived for over twenty years, left all my relatives, classmates, and friends, and left behind my past nightmares. I don't know if I can forget everything in a place where no one knows me, I don't know if I can start anew as a real person. Only then did I truly understand what it means to make a single mistake and regret it forever, and to turn back when everything is gone.
I really want to know where the other side of my life is. I don't know how much longer I will have to suffer in pain. My life's journey is still long. I must try to forget everything in the past and start over. I want to show those bastards who insulted me that I haven't been defeated by them. I will expose their true colors, strip away their disguises, and let their crimes be revealed to the world.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/173692.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=173692&aspx=1

Previous Page : Substitute Dad Work

Next Page : Flesh Bottle (Extremely lewd, don't exhaust yourself)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The filth of society

comment Open a new window to view comments