【Sisters Who Lost Their Souls】【Chapter 1】【Author: Unknown】【To be continued】

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Table of Contents

I. Human Kindness

II. The Road of

Temptation III. Out-of-Body Experience IV.

Zombie Outing

V. Before and After Entering the Drug Rehabilitation Center VI

. The Call of Death

VII. The Journey of Love

Chapter 1: Human Kindness

As soon as Wu Tingfang and He Xiaoli entered the small rented room from the farmers in the suburbs, He Xiaoli couldn't wait to go to the makeshift "bed" with a Simmons mattress on the floor. She lifted her white dress, untied the black fishnet stockings that tightly wrapped around her legs, which looked like sticks, and pulled them off along with her underwear and high-heeled shoes, throwing them aside. Angrily, she pulled out a syringe with plastic nuts on both ends, which she had bought for a little over six yuan, from her small handbag.

Wu Tingfang was just as anxious as Xiaoli, but she held back and decided to wash off the makeup—a mixture of face cream and lipstick—from her face first. Although Xiaoli was only twenty and Wu Tingfang was only nineteen, both were in the prime of their youth, naturally beautiful without needing heavy makeup. However, over a year of drug addiction had already robbed them of their youth and beauty. Their two withered faces, sallow and bruised with prominent cheekbones, meant that without makeup, they wouldn't be able to get money from men, let alone be found lying on the street. People would avoid them or kick them, yelling "Get lost!" in disgust. Therefore, before leaving the house, they had to put on makeup; otherwise, they would find it difficult to even stand in the city. Because they were short of money and didn't think they should spend more, they bought a cheap face cream and a cheap lipstick, just like some other smokers. First, they would spread face cream on their palms with their fingers, then apply lipstick on top, stirring until the face cream turned from white to light pink before applying it to their faces. Furthermore, they had to spray themselves with strong, cheap perfume or cologne every time they went out. This was because they could only defecate once every two weeks, causing them to constantly emit a pungent odor. Without perfume to mask it, it would be difficult to attract customers and earn money.

They hadn't eaten for two days. Since leaving the entertainment center, they had been staying in a small farmer's house on the outskirts of the city, relying on the pimping services of Ma Xiaochuan, a man-eating wolf they hated but couldn't bear to leave, or occasionally finding business themselves at the train station and hotels. However, this was, after all, their hometown, and they feared being caught by the police, constantly worried about being seen by relatives and acquaintances, and even more afraid of being discovered by their parents who were searching for them everywhere. Therefore, they rarely took this second route to earn money. But these past few days, things had been incredibly unlucky, like a house on a tin roof being hit by a continuous downpour. Two days ago, they had used up the last pea-sized packet of white powder wrapped in tin foil from a cigarette box. They wanted to go out and buy some more, but couldn't find a seller for the time being. And, to make matters worse, both women were penniless. Even if they finally found a shady seller, who would be willing to give them goods on credit?! They wanted to go back to earn some more money, but that damned Ma Xiaochuan was nowhere to be found; they didn't know where he had disappeared to. Despite their pagers being bombarded with calls, he remained unresponsive, like a stone sinking into the sea. In utter desperation, they had no choice but to muster their courage and go to the train station once again.

As dusk settled, the two women hooked up with more than a dozen men from out of town, but these men were either lustful but lacked the courage, or unwilling to spend the money for a moment of pleasure. It wasn't until after 3 a.m. that Xiaoli, desperate, finally took a man from Henan, but he refused to pay more than twenty yuan, saying he wouldn't budge if she didn't do it. Left with no other choice, Xiaoli gave in. She led the man to a small alley, found a large tree in the shadows, and behind it, quickly rolled up her dress to her waist and leaned over the tree, letting the man hold her from behind to relieve himself. However, just as he was about to finish, he suddenly noticed Tingfang standing a few meters away keeping watch, and offered to pay an extra fifteen yuan. So, Xiaoli straightened her clothes and coughed softly. Tingfang, understanding the cough, went over and whispered a few words to the man before leaning against the tree trunk, just like Xiaoli had done... Holding their newly earned thirty-five yuan, the two dared not linger any longer. Firstly, there were very few people left waiting at the train station, and secondly, the joint defense team had begun their night patrols. In the dead of night, if they couldn't find business at the train station, they couldn't expect anywhere else. And their mere thirty-five yuan wasn't enough to buy anything, let alone find anyone to help them. Their indescribable anxiety drove Xiaoli and Tingfang to Ma Xiaochuan's place again, hoping that with their money, tears, and pleas, they could get some goods on credit to tide them over. When they finally arrived, unfortunately, Ma Xiaochuan wasn't home. At this moment, both of them felt unbearably awful, tears and snot streaming down their faces uncontrollably. Their internal organs burned with waves of intense nausea, and their muscles ached so much they felt paralyzed. Xiaoli suddenly remembered a friend who smoked, and like desperately seeking a savior, they forced themselves to leave, rushing towards their destination like mad dogs pouncing on their prey.

When they entered the room, they found it filled with smoke and murky air. More than a dozen men and women, young and old, lay sprawled on the floor, some seemingly in a trance, others still smoking or injecting. No one paid them any attention, and no one spoke to them. Xiaoli, wanting to use her womanly advantage, quietly approached a middle-aged man and lay down next to him. She blatantly lifted her skirt to her thighs, her eyes darting around like stray bullets, constantly sending him suggestive glances. But he kept his eyes half-closed, his expression one of blissful oblivion. He held a lit cigarette under his nose, not taking a single puff, but rather inhaling the smoke with fervor, using it to interact with the heroin he had absorbed, to generate greater pleasure. He completely ignored her, as if she weren't a person, nor a woman, but a block of wood. Clinging to a sliver of hope, Xiaoli tried again, placing one leg bare across the man's thigh, hoping to attract his attention. At this point, if she could just take a puff, she would unhesitatingly give him everything, completely disregarding the presence of others and their opinions. Drugs had long since robbed her of her soul; the wisps of smoke had eroded her reason, her dignity, and even the most basic sense of shame. Her youth and beauty, along with the drugs, had been swallowed up in the white powder. She had become, utterly and completely, a loyal servant of that devil. Her act of harassment immediately earned her a response, but it was an unexpected, resounding slap. He didn't even bother to utter a word afterward, immediately returning to his obsessive state. Clutching her burning, stinging cheek, she looked around and noticed several other women on the ground, some even younger and more beautiful than the two of them. They too were disheveled, completely naked, immersed in their obsessive madness. Their eyes were half-closed, sometimes scratching their bare, white thighs, sometimes reaching into their open shirts to caress their clearly visible breasts. The differences between men and women, the sense of shame in men and women, and the basic dignity of being human had vanished without a trace here. A man pulled his large member out of his baggy shorts, lightly scratched it, and then brazenly displayed it proudly to a woman facing him. The woman, in turn, pulled her skirt up to her lower abdomen, exposing her naked lower body to the man. Xiaoli and Tingfang could already keenly sense that these men had lost all desire and passion. They hadn't considered, nor cared about, how their private parts differed from their limbs. Their souls had scattered, their minds had become numb and detached. Their entire being had entered a hazy, dreamlike world of illusion and rebirth. They had forgotten the turmoil of society, the joys and sorrows of life, seemingly detached from the human condition. Family ties, parents and children, future prospects and money, as well as real-life friendships and romantic relationships, have all become blurred in their eyes and vanished from their minds. They no longer consider how to get through tomorrow.

Perhaps moved by their pitiful state of unbearable pain and torment, or perhaps unwilling to see their constant snot and tears, the stingy, chain-smoking landlord, before he had fully settled in, generously gave them a tiny speck of powder, no bigger than a drop of eyeball. This act of kindness filled them with gratitude, as if they had encountered a savior or second parents. They swallowed the tiny speck as a puff of smoke, bowing and scraping. Although this small amount couldn't make them lie on the ground in optimal condition like the others they envied, it instantly made them feel physically comfortable and emotionally uplifted. Their constant snot and tears stopped. Tingfang and Xiaoli exchanged a glance; they both felt the trip had been worthwhile. Everything that had happened that night seemed beautiful to them. Knowing there was no point in staying any longer, they left after the landlord lay down again, thanking him profusely.

The next morning, after much anxious waiting, they finally received a call from Ma Xiaochuan. After hanging up with their landlady, the two women used their last ten yuan—their newly earned money from the previous night—to take a taxi straight to the hotel room of the client Ma Xiaochuan had introduced them to.

They quickly showered in the bathroom, not even bothering to dry themselves, before pounced on the bed of the older man, who was much older than their fathers. They didn't need to know his name, where he came from, where he was going, or what he was doing there. They didn't care whether he was fifty or sixty. All of that was irrelevant to them; their only concern was getting the five hundred yuan they had agreed upon over the phone. After deducting Ma Xiaochuan's referral fee, they could use the remaining money to buy their life's hope and enjoy themselves for a few more days.

Xiaoli, in a frantic rush, jumped onto the bed and tried to sit down on the man's lower abdomen, but he blocked her with his leg, yelling in disgust, "You fucking want to kill me with that rotten thing?"

She was only twenty years old, in the prime of her youth. Every inch of her skin should have been adored by everyone, especially that part of her body that represented feminine mystery and made countless young men fall for her and yearn for her. Now, she was being so disgusted and humiliated. This kind of hurt should have caused her immense pain and resentment. However, she didn't seem to care at all. She simply lowered her head and opened her mouth to offer herself. However, to their surprise, this old man was a pervert. While they were desperately trying to get the money as soon as possible to buy heroin from Ma Xiaochuan, he pulled out a small leather whip he had prepared beforehand from under his pillow. With a sudden crack, the whip lashed across Xiaoli's buttocks: "You…"

"What did I do! I'll give you two an extra five hundred. Do it or not? If not, get out."

"Fine, please don't hit our faces, anywhere else on our bodies is fine." Xiaoli gritted her teeth and agreed without hesitation.

The man laughed: "I knew you drug addicts would do it. Humph!"

With that, another lash landed squarely on Tingfang's back. Instantly, a piercing pain brought tears to her eyes, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to scream, afraid of displeasing the man and losing the money she was about to receive. Unexpectedly, the man roared again. "You damn dead pigs! That's the sound of your cries of pain I want! What's the difference between you two being silent and me driving you into wooden stakes?!" He raised the whip high again. "Scream!"

"Ah, ouch..." Tingfang cried out. This vicious lash was much heavier than before; even if the man hadn't let her scream, she would have screamed uncontrollably.

With their screams, the old man grew increasingly excited and agitated, the whip falling faster and faster like raindrops, each strike heavier and more brutal than the last. In just a short while, their backs, thighs, and buttocks were covered with zebra-like welts and streaks of blood, but this still didn't satisfy him. Then, he made Tingfang kneel before him to take over Xiaoli's work, while Xiaoli lay on her back, allowing him to whip her soft breasts and abdomen. Xiaoli's eyes flashed with terror, but she steeled herself and lay down in fear. Then came Xiaoli's even more pitiful and painful screams amidst the whipping.

This lasted for about ten minutes before the man, with heavy breathing and a low howl, slowly stopped whipping her. Xiaoli and Tingfang didn't dare get up immediately. Only after he tapped them on the head with the wooden handle of the whip did they hurriedly and painfully get up and move to the bathroom. They vomited their mouths full of filth, grabbed a glass from the sink, and gulped down water to rinse their mouths.

“Brother, look at my sister and me, when are you going to buy more?”

Xiao Li, her face streaked with tears, took the money from his hand and forced a smile as she tried to drum up business again.

“Forget it, forget it. I’ll come back to you when I need more.” He waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies, but Xiao Li didn’t care at all, still forcing a smile and flattering him, “Brother, it’s a promise. We’ll wait for your call, thank you.”

They washed their faces in the bathroom, applied their special cosmetics, and hurriedly left the hotel for Ma Xiaochuan’s place.

“Brother Chuan, here, this is nine hundred and fifty yuan, please count it.” Xiao Li handed over the money with a fawning smile.

“Oh, quite a lot, isn’t it only five hundred? Where did you get so much?” Ma Xiaochuan, with his pointed chin and monkey-like face, stared at them with a wicked grin.

"Yes, yes..." Xiaoli didn't dare say it was money she had just earned, knowing that Ma Xiaochuan would take a large commission if she did. "Yes, it's money we earned doing business outside last night. We spent ten yuan on transportation and forty yuan on cigarettes, that's all we have left."

"Wow, you can make a fortune even without my brother Chuan?!"

"No, brother Chuan, we really had no choice." Xiaoli hurriedly protested, looking pitiful.

"Alright, here's what we'll do. I should take a hundred yuan today, and since you two were out there last night, I think you should give me fifty yuan as well."

"This... brother Chuan."

"What, you don't want to?" His expression changed. "Fine, I'll take a hundred, and you can take the rest. From now on, don't ever set foot in my house again. Where's the merchandise? Go buy it wherever you want."

"No, no, no. Brother Chuan, we'll give it to you, just please sell us the merchandise quickly, we've been starving for two days." Xiaoli panicked and rushed forward to grab his hand.

"Alright, you should have said so earlier. The goods are still fifty yuan a pack, the same old price. Besides the one hundred and fifty I got, I'll give you sixteen packs." He paused, leering at the two of them. "But, I've been stuck on the train for days picking up the goods, you two have to treat me. Let Brother Chuan have some fun first."

They knew that since Ma Xiaochuan had said it, if they didn't agree, they would anger him and it would be difficult to get the goods. So, without saying a word, they both rushed to strip naked, and Ma Xiaochuan quickly stripped off his clothes as well.

"Brother Chuan, look at our bodies... what do you want to do?" Xiaoli looked at him hesitantly, afraid of doing something wrong and displeasing him.

“Everyone who knows you two is afraid of getting sick. They don’t dare to do it with you. I, Brother Chuan, am not afraid. Tingfang, you lie down on the ground.” His gaze shifted to Xiaoli’s face: “You can lick us both down there.”

Xiaoli asked in confusion: “Brother Chuan, aren’t you going to do that with Tingfang? Why am I licking down there?”

“You’re so stupid. You can just lick both of them together down there.” He got up and walked behind Tingfang, tightly hugging her waist with both hands, thrusting his hips forcefully, causing her buttocks, which were covered in whip marks, to ache terribly, but she still didn’t dare to make a sound, gritting her teeth and enduring it.

Xiaoli hesitated for a moment with disgust, but helplessly, she lay back under Tingfang, raised her head and stuck out her tongue.

Only after Ma Xiaochuan finished venting did he hand the two girls sixteen pea-sized packets of foil. They thanked him profusely and hurried back to their rented room.

Tingfang had already put her head in the washbasin, rubbing her face vigorously with a towel. From the footsteps she heard, she guessed that Xiaoli had already put the medicine into the syringe. She was now busy walking to the plastic bucket of cold water, then picking up a cup, filling it with cold water, and using the syringe to draw the water into the needle. She was now shaking the syringe vigorously to dissolve the powder. Suddenly, she became impatient and hastily wrung out the towel and wiped her face a few times. Looking up, she saw Xiaoli sitting back on the mattress, a small mirror on the floor reflecting her lower body, one hand holding the syringe, the other prying open her private parts searching for a vein. Tingfang knew perfectly well that the numerous needle marks on Xiaoli's elbows, resembling a honeycomb, were inflamed and swollen, making it impossible to find an opening. Even the dense clusters of needle marks on her ankles were festering and unusable. She had to move the needle-giving area between Xiaoli's legs, but she didn't know how long this would last. At that moment, she had no time to think about Xiaoli; she desperately wanted to give her a shot.

Tingfang hurriedly draped the towel she was holding over the nylon line used for drying things in the room and turned to walk towards the bed. But just then, she suddenly noticed that Xiaoli, having just removed the needle, had a captivating expression on her face, like a beautiful flower just blooming. However, unlike usual, when she would lie back on the bed, light a cigarette, and inhale its fragrance, indulging in that blissful, ethereal world, this time she collapsed forward onto the floor, the syringe still in her hand rolling to the side.

"Xiaoli, what's wrong?" Tingfang was shocked and rushed forward to turn her around, thinking she was just overly excited and couldn't control herself. But when Tingfang pulled her up, she was horrified by what she saw. Xiaoli's eyes weren't closed as usual, but wide open like a dead fish, her pupils fixed and motionless, and her entire face had turned a sallow yellow.

Ah, could it be...? She reached out and checked Xiaoli's nose, feeling it was cold and there was no breath. Startled, she pulled her hand back and jumped up, bursting into tears. She was completely bewildered, facing Xiaoli lying on the ground. Death—although they had considered it many times, she never expected it to come so suddenly, so abruptly. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. She couldn't believe the cruel reality before her, but the sharp pain in her thigh forced her to confront Xiaoli's death, to face this undeniable fact. In her prolonged sobs, fear and worry began to creep in. She couldn't predict whether she too would one day leave this world silently, like Xiaoli… She cried for an unknown amount of time before slowly calming down. Mustering her courage, she went to the bedside, picked up Xiaoli's handbag, took off her own stockings, stuffed the remaining small bag from the purse into them, put them back on, slipped on her shoes, and then hurriedly went out to call the police station and Xiaoli's home.

In her panic, she considered running away, but fearing the police would suspect her, she had no choice but to stay and wait for them. Amidst the wailing sirens of police cars, many officers quickly arrived. They quickly surveyed the scene and immediately conducted an on-site examination of Xiaoli's body. Based on the test results and careful analysis, the bureau's autopsy report concluded that "death was caused by an overdose of drugs." Clearly, from their expressions and sighs, it was evident that everyone deeply regretted the loss of this young life cut short in the prime of her youth. However, the tragic circumstances she chose made it impossible for them to find the perpetrator to avenge her.

　　Xiaoli's heartbroken parents stumbled in, supporting each other, wailing and crying. But their boundless pain and regret could not bring their daughter's soul back, nor could their cries and tears bring her back to life. Amidst the family's desolate and heartbreaking wails, she was taken to the funeral home.

Tingfang was reluctant to go to the funeral home to say goodbye to Xiaoli; she was afraid to see the neighbors and elders who knew her, and afraid to hear the calls of her former classmates and friends. At the repeated pleas of Xiaoli's grieving parents, she couldn't refuse too much and had no choice but to accompany them to the eerie funeral home. After all, they were childhood friends and sisters who had shared hardships together. She followed closely behind Xiaoli's parents, her head bowed, afraid that if she looked up, someone would call out her name, recognize her, and point at her. So, she anxiously hoped it would end as soon as possible so she could escape.

Just as she was frowning and feeling uneasy, she suddenly felt two strong hands gripping her arms tightly. She was terrified, thinking that the police would suspect her of killing Xiaoli again after they got back. She wanted to shout, "It wasn't me! I didn't!" But she was too nervous to utter a sound. Trembling, she slightly raised her head and was surprised to find two faces on either side of her that she knew best, loved most, yet at this moment, feared and longed to see most—faces filled with tears and silent despair.

"Dad, Mom..."

She suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into their arms. The three of them held each other tightly for a long time. Her parents couldn't bear to let go, holding her tightly as if afraid that if they did, their daughter would disappear like a bird. Tingfang, in her extreme fear and tension, found solace and strong emotional support.

Throughout the funeral procession, her parents held her tightly and watched over her. No matter how she pleaded or made excuses, they never let their guard down. As soon as the ceremony ended, they dragged her home.

As soon as they reached the door, they saw a female police officer waiting with a smile. It was her aunt, whom she used to love the most but now feared the most.

"What's wrong? Why are you being so hesitant to come home? Come on, let's go inside. Your aunt came here especially to play with you." "As she spoke, her aunt took her hand from her father's.

Her father opened the door but didn't go in. Only her aunt and mother each grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into the room. As soon as they entered, her father slammed the door shut from the outside, and her mother let go of her hand. But her aunt pulled her back to face the door. Only then did she see that inside the thick iron security door, a large iron latch had been welded on at some point, with a heavy padlock hanging on it. Her aunt went forward, removed the lock, fastened the latch, and then locked the large padlock through the latch. Then, she took the key from the lock, reached into the small window on the security door, and immediately her father's pained and haggard face appeared outside the window.

Her aunt waved the key in front of her: "Xiaofang, from now on, none of the three of us—you, your mother, and I—can get out. Watch, I'm going to throw the key to your father through the small window." "

As she spoke, her aunt threw the key out and closed the small window behind her. Overwhelmed with emotion, she hugged Tingting tightly and cried, 'Tingting, it's good that you're home. Do you know how much we love you? We did this because we didn't want to see you end up like Xiaoli, so young and heartbroken. Child, do you understand? The last time we went to the rehab center, it didn't help much. We had no other choice but to be so cruel. It's all for your own good, child. Please don't blame your parents and aunt for being so

heartless.' Tingfang, extremely distraught, didn't know how to deal with her family's arrangements. The forced rehabilitation and the suffering she had endured still haunted her. She cried and clung tightly to her aunt, pleading fearfully, 'No, no, Auntie, I beg you, please let me go! I'm scared, I'm so scared…'"

Her aunt didn't answer, but hugged her even tighter and gently stroked the back of her head. After a long silence, she suddenly wiped away her tears, stood up, and pulled Tingfang into the living room: "Tingting, I can imagine how painful it is to quit drugs. It's unbearable. But you must know, you're already nineteen. If you don't do this, you'll continue down the path of drug addiction, suffering and tormenting yourself. And your parents, elders, including me, and all your loved ones who care about you will suffer even more, enduring even greater emotional blows. Child, so that you won't suffer like this in the future, so that you won't be tormented by drugs, and so that we won't suffer so much because of you, so that we won't worry and lose sleep over you. Child, be strong. No matter how much suffering we endure, we have to bear it. Only by getting through this period will you not end up on the same path as Xiaoli..."

"No! Auntie, I beg you, I can't take it, I really can't take it, I'll die..." Tingfang raised her teary, confused eyes, her hands tightly gripping her aunt's, crying and pleading.

Tears welled up in her aunt's eyes again, but she bit her lip hard until it bled slightly before suddenly releasing her teeth: "Alright, stop crying. You have to take off all your clothes right now, from top to bottom, inside and out, not a single piece left."

"I..." She was a little scared. Her aunt's authoritative voice and the image of a police officer intimidated her, but she was even more worried about the whip marks on her back and her aging body being exposed in front of her mother and aunt, fearing that she would be severely condemned and humiliated.

"Take them off!"

She glanced timidly at her aunt, who had sharp eyes and a serious expression. At that moment, she felt that she was facing not only her aunt, but also a police officer. Despite her inner unease and worry, and her unwillingness, she dared not refuse under her aunt's authority. What she regretted most was hiding that small bag in her socks; now, she really wanted to find a place to hide it.

"I...I need to relieve myself first..." 　　"Alright, but do it here. I'll wash you up later." Her aunt's face was ashen, glaring at her menacingly.
She 　　dared not hesitate any longer, and hastily removed her socks and shoes, quickly retreating to the wall, not wanting her aunt to see the whip marks on her back. She stood there naked, watching her aunt's every move, hoping, with a sliver of hope, that her aunt would simply leave her clothes lying around and not examine them carefully. If that were the case, she would have hope. But unexpectedly, just as she finished undressing, her mother came in with a large porcelain basin and a wine bottle. Her aunt knelt down and put all her belongings into the basin, even having her mother bring a mop to clean the area where she had stood and the surrounding area. Only then did her mother pour the liquid from the wine bottle into the basin, while her aunt stared intently at her. 　　Suddenly, a pungent odor and rising steam from the basin made her realize that her aunt was using acid to dissolve everything she was wearing, even her leather shoes—things containing her life, her hope, her joy. 　　"No!..." she screamed, trying to lunge at the basin, but her aunt's strong hands pulled her away, and she couldn't break free. 　　"Come on, let's take a bath." 　　(Word count: 9182) [To be continued]

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