Life is worse than death

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Late at night, in the mountains along the Yunnan-Myanmar border, suspected human traffickers were brutally beating a woman, who screamed in agony.

"Girl, stop struggling. To tell you the truth, we don't have the key to these shackles either. We can only open them when we get to the buyer. Just bear with it. Who told you to be so disobedient? As for your mouth, we'll deal with that when we get into the mountains at dawn. Gag it."

Before Ping could respond, a towel was shoved back into her mouth, and several more layers of tape were wrapped around it. Ping desperately twisted her voluptuous body bound by the ropes, whimpering in strong protest. "Damn it, you're really stubborn. You won't learn your lesson unless we tighten the skin on you. Come on, hang her up!" Scarface said viciously.

Several men quickly dragged Ping to a large tree by the roadside. Scarface took out a hemp rope, looped one end around a branch as thick as a bowl, and tied the other end to the intersection of the ropes on Ping's back, making a knot. Ping felt a tightening on her back, an upward force pulling her up. Due to her weight, the ropes dug deep into her flesh, tightening faster and faster until she felt suffocated. Her body was rising little by little; Ping tried to reach the ground with her toes, but she only drifted further away. Ping was suspended in mid-air, her head drooping limply to her chest, her beautiful hair cascading down her sides, her delicate feet struggling helplessly in the air. The weight of her body combined with the weight of the shackles made Ping's expression one of immense pain.

Scarface, holding a belt, stood below Ping, gleefully touching the ropes binding her. Suddenly, he swung the belt, striking Ping hard. "Ugh... Ah!" Ping groaned loudly, lifting her head. The belt began to strike her thighs, buttocks, and breasts—the most sensitive parts of a woman's body—again and again. Large beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her groans gradually turned into soft moans through her nose. Due to the pain, Ping lost control of her bladder, and urine dripped down her thighs onto the ground, soaking a large patch of yellow soil beneath her feet.

Scarface and his companions, exhausted from their fight, sat down and smoked. "Brother, we're not far from the mountain pass now. Once we're inside, nobody will find us. When we get to Shi Lao Er's house, aren't you going to give this girl a good time? Hahahaha." "Hehe, after I'm done, you two brothers will get a share too," Scarface said to his companion. It turned out that Shi Lao Er was their accomplice, living deep in the mountains. He was their transit point for trafficking women. They would usually bring the kidnapped women to Shi Lao Er's house, where they would wait for buyers to arrive and conduct the transaction. The buyers would then transport the women away from there. When trafficking women, traffickers would always abuse them, partly to satisfy their lust, and partly to completely break down the women's psychological defenses, making them completely at their mercy.

Ping was whipped unconscious. The cool night wind woke her, and the pain of being bound and suspended by the rope made her groan involuntarily. The buttons of her shirt had been undone sometime during the night, and her pair of fair, full breasts, encased in rope, stood erect, with faint whip marks still visible. Seeing that she was awake, Scarface stubbed out his cigarette, ordered his two companions to lower her, and continued walking into the night.

The sky was beginning to lighten. Ping had been escorted all night; the tearing pain in her ankles had been replaced by numbness. Now they were deep in the mountains. Apart from the clanging of chains against rocks as she walked and the occasional whispers of the traffickers, there was no other signal from the outside world. In these seemingly endless mountains, it was extremely difficult for a person to escape. The traffickers had gone to great lengths to use this place as a trading center. One wonders how many women had been sold from here to other places. Ping looked up at the mountain and saw the sun rising over the other side. Sunlight streamed through the trees, casting countless beautiful rays onto her face, like a rekindling of hope. In that instant, a longing for freedom coursed through her entire being. "I can't let them sell me. I must find a chance to escape, even if I have to crawl," Ping thought to herself. Having learned her lesson from last night, Ping was extremely cautious about this escape plan. If she failed again, the consequences… Besides, her upper body and arms were tightly bound with ropes, and she was wearing nearly 30 pounds of shackles. She was also wearing high-heeled sandals. Walking in this terrain would be difficult and slow; she needed enough time to disappear from the traffickers' sight before finding a way out. But where would she get that much time? She had to wait for an opportunity, patiently wait. Thinking of this, Ping felt as if she had seen the dawn of freedom again, and the pain in her body had unknowingly subsided considerably.

Although they were in the mountains, the midday sun still scorched the travelers, making them drenched in sweat. Scarface's two companions had to support a woman whose hands and feet were bound—or rather, carry her. How could Ping walk like a normal person, restrained by ropes and shackles? The two men were exhausted, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. "Brother, we haven't rested all night. Now that we're safe, we should find a place to rest and continue our journey when it cools down," one of them finally said. Scarface looked up at the blazing sun and said to his companions, "There's a waterfall just around the corner. Below it's a pond and some flat rocks; we can find a place to rest."

Sure enough, they hadn't gone far when they heard the sound of water cascading down from a height. A waterfall appeared before them, its base forming a crystal-clear pond. Upon seeing the water, the men were so excited they wanted to jump in and cool off immediately. Ping was tied to a tree by the pond, watching Scarface and his men bathe naked in the water.

"Brother, wash that girl too." "Sure, I've never bathed a woman before, hahaha." With that, the men jumped ashore, took Ping to the pond, and cut off her clothes with a knife. A beautiful woman, completely naked and bound by ropes and shackles, was revealed. Ping stood naked before the three men, subjected to their lewd gazes, utterly humiliated. Scarface scooped her up and carried her into the pond, his hands kneading her breasts and vulva. "Ugh...mmm," Ping moaned, unconsciously producing vaginal fluid. The ropes, soaked in water, tightened considerably, rendering Ping unable to struggle.

Scarface then thrust his penis into Ping's vagina and began pumping vigorously in the water. The men on the shore, watching him undulate with the woman in the water, were already itching with desire and began masturbating. Scarface chuckled, placed Ping on the bank, and began rubbing his penis against her face, spraying a stream of thick semen onto her face. The other two, not to be outdone, also ejaculated onto Ping's mouth and eyes. Having had their fill, Scarface and

his men lay sprawled on the rocks and took a nap. Ping lay on the rocks on the bank, pondering how to escape. This was a rare opportunity; Scarface and his men had walked all night and were exhausted. Now that they were asleep, if not now, when? Thinking this, Ping subtly shifted her body to test the waters. A loud crash—the sound of shackles hitting the ground startled her. However, the men seemed oblivious, perhaps because the splashing waterfall masked their movements. Ping grew bolder

. She began trying to sit up. First, she had to lie prone, then use her knees and head to support herself as she knelt, trying to keep the shackles quiet. After several attempts, she successfully knelt. All that remained was to stand up and quietly walk away. Ping barely dared to breathe. She slowly stood up, inching her way out. A loud clang—the shackles struck a protruding rock. Ping felt her heart leap into her throat, and she stood there, frozen.

Scarface and the others slept soundly, undisturbed by the noise. Perhaps they believed that a bound woman couldn't escape from such a place. Ping stood there for a while, and after confirming that they hadn't noticed her, she slowly moved towards the woods. Finally, she was out of their sight and could walk forward boldly.

The shackles were incredibly heavy, and the pain in her ankles was unbearable. Ping limped forward desperately, but what did any pain matter when she had this opportunity? In her tension, Ping felt something trip her, and she fell forward, crashing to the ground. It turned out a dry branch had gotten tangled in the shackles. It took her a lot of effort to finally free them. Ping tried to remove the rope binding her arms and the towel stuffed in her mouth. She found a rock and leaned against it, trying to rub the rope against it. However, the rope, still wet from being soaked, was tight and slippery, and she couldn't get it off. Her wrists were bleeding, and the pain was excruciating. Ping was frantic. If this continued, she wouldn't get far before being discovered and caught up, and then it would be truly over. Just then, she heard rustling footsteps in the distance. Ping nearly fainted from shock. Scarface and the others had caught up.

Before she could even think it through, Ping saw a throng of people running towards her from the woods in the distance.

"They're really fast," Ping thought. Running was impossible now, and hiding? There was nowhere to completely conceal herself. She couldn't worry about that anymore; Ping rolled into the grass, lying face down on the ground, barely daring to breathe. Just as she hid, Scarface and his men ran past. That was close! She almost got caught, Ping thought with relief.

But the footsteps stopped a short distance away, and Ping's relaxed nerves tensed up again. Had they discovered her? Through the grass, Ping saw the men looking down at something… Scarface was indeed a cunning human trafficker. He had followed Ping's footprints all the way here, and the footprints stopped, meaning she was nearby. Because Ping was wearing high heels, the tracks she left on the soft ground were easily identifiable. Ping closed her eyes in despair; her fate was now in the hands of heaven. Scarface and his men quickly spotted Ping bound behind the bushes. "Hahaha! Heaven really has mercy on us brothers, it didn't let the fat goose fly away! Brothers! Drag this slut out!"

Two men grabbed Ping from the bushes and dragged her to Scarface's side. "Slap, slap..." Scarface slapped Ping's face hard. "You filthy bitch, I'll teach you to run!" Scarface cursed as he continued to beat Ping.

"This bitch is really wild, even tied up and shackled, she's still not at ease," one of his companions said. Ping stubbornly raised her head, glaring at the traffickers before her. Although she couldn't make a sound, she still whimpered, expressing her defiance and protest. Scarface realized that this woman was unlike the timid, submissive women he'd seen before; she had her own thoughts and courage. If she wasn't kept under strict supervision, she would inevitably suffer sooner or later. Thinking this, Scarface stopped whipping her and had his two companions carry her on their way. To prevent any accidents, Scarface had his companions tie Ping's hooves together, find a thick wooden stick, and thread it through the ropes on Ping's back and feet before carrying her. Ping's entire body was arched backward, suspended from the wooden stick, causing her immense pain. Her shoulder blades were thrust high backward and upward, and her wrists and ankles burned with a tearing pain. Because of her arched body and the towel stuffed in her mouth, Ping felt a suffocating sensation she had never experienced before, unable to breathe. After walking a short distance, large beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks and onto the ground. What was even more infuriating was that the man carrying her behind her was not at ease with his hands, occasionally stroking her smooth thighs and tender feet. The mountain path was rugged, and Ping's body was tossed up and down and swayed left and right in the air. Each sway brought immense pain. Suddenly, Ping felt a heat below, and a warm flow seeped through her stockings and flowed down her thighs. She had lost control of her bladder. This delighted the guy behind her. "Look!

That slut peed! It's all over the ground, haha!" "We should put a lock on her pussy so she can't pee everywhere,"

said the guy in front. Ping, thinking about how she had been hung on a stick like an animal and mocked like that, couldn't hold back her tears of humiliation any longer. They streamed down her cheeks and landed on the flower petals by the roadside.

As they were walking, Scarface suddenly stopped. "Why did you stop, brother?" "There seems to be someone ahead."

"No way, how could anyone come to this deep mountain forest?" "Look over there..." Following Scarface's direction, there were indeed two people walking towards them. They seemed to have noticed them too, standing there looking over.

"What should we do, brother? Should we hide?" Scarface narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "No, hiding will only arouse suspicion. Let's go towards them!" "But this..." "I'll handle it later." With that, the group quickened their pace and walked towards the people opposite. Soon, the two groups met. Scarface sized them up; judging from their attire, they looked like hunters. "Are you two here to buy mountain goods?" Scarface said with a smile. "Yes, it's the perfect season; there's plenty of mountain produce. And you are... Oh! And who's this girl?" "Ugh! Don't even mention it! She's my own sister, she ran away from her arranged marriage! We just caught her, and she doesn't want to go back with us. She's been threatening suicide, so we have to tie her up to control her. Her parents are going crazy with worry!" Scarface replied. "Oh! This girl is so pitiful," "

There's nothing we can do. In the mountains, a daughter's dowry can support a whole family. Now that the dowry has been taken, how are we supposed to explain if the girl runs away?" "Oh! You guys have it tough too. Alright, you should hurry on your way." Hearing this, Ping struggled desperately, whimpering and moaning, hoping that the two hunters would see through the human traffickers' trick and rescue her. But it was all in vain. She could only watch helplessly as hope gradually disappeared before her eyes.

As evening approached, they arrived at an old house deep in the dense forest. Scarface stopped his companion and went into the house alone. After smoking half a pipe, he came out with two other men. One was an old man, ugly in appearance, slightly hunchbacked, with a mouthful of gold teeth; the other was a man with a face full of scars, tall and burly. Scarface respected the old man greatly. It was said that this man was originally a bandit from the mountains, surnamed Yuan, known as Yuan the Golden Tooth. He was cruel and cunning, once a local tyrant, and an excellent marksman. Many People's Liberation Army soldiers died at his hands during the bandit suppression campaigns, including several battle heroes. Afterwards, he was wanted by the government for many years and, with nowhere to hide, he had to retreat to these deep mountains and forests, where he took up the business of trafficking women. The tall man beside him was his son with a well-known prostitute from the city. Judging from his fleshy face and sinister eyes, his cruelty was no less than his father's. Because of the complex terrain and sparse population, the father and son's human trafficking business flourished over the years, eventually becoming a major source of prostitutes and sex slaves exported from China. Most of the girls kidnapped here are resold to brothels in Vladivostok, Russia, to work as prostitutes. Brothel owners from some parts of Eastern Europe also come here to select the best women. These women are then transported to several countries and sold over long distances. The furthest they have been sold is to brothels in Panama or to sex slave markets in Ethiopia. After changing hands so many times, the final price is quite high.

Looking at Ping, who was hanging exhausted from the wooden stick, Yuan Jinya said to Scarface, "How much do you want for this chick?"

"Oh! Hehe! Price is negotiable, price is negotiable, but I don't know if you'll like her, sir?" "Don't give me that crap, kid. 3000 yuan. Leave her here, or we're leaving." "Grandpa! Please have mercy! We brothers have had a tough journey, and this bitch almost got away! This chick is hot, we'd pay more than you would." "4000 yuan, take it or leave it. I'll be a good guy this time, you brothers can use the extra 1000 to go drinking. If you try to bargain again, I'll get angry!" Scarface quickly nodded in agreement, and the deal was done for 4000 yuan. Yuan Jinya was secretly delighted. He knew that with this juicy piece of meat, he could easily squeeze a good amount out of the Russians, and the price would be far more than 4000 yuan.

Ping vaguely felt herself being taken off the wooden stick, and the ropes and shackles on her body were also removed. Her two arms hung limply at her sides as if broken, no longer under her control. This was the first time in two days and one night that she had been freed from her restraints and felt the freedom of her hands and feet. But immediately, a tall man came over, carrying a pair of heavy shackles. The shackles were peculiar. First, there was a metal ring around her neck. After locking with a click, an iron chain connected to a pair of handcuffs about 15 millimeters thick, locking Ping's hands. The iron chain below the handcuffs was connected to shackles, which were also very heavy. The iron chain between her feet was thick and heavy, but not long, about 30 centimeters. As the burly man shackled Ping, he told Scarface beside him that the shackles were custom-made in Russia, made of specially treated materials. They were impossible to open with steel files or chainsaws; the only way was with a key. There was also a time-limited function; the shackles could be set to automatically open at a set time via a collar around their necks. Before that, even a key couldn't open them. They usually used the time-limited method when shackled women sold into slavery for security. The time could be short or long, up to five years. He then set Ping's time to one year and locked the switch.

Ping weakly raised her hand, smoothing her disheveled hair. The shackles clinked crisply. The burly man then shoved her into the house, while Yuan Jinya and Scarface busied themselves counting money and settling accounts. Upon entering the house, they found it to be quite large. There were rooms on either side of the main hall, and another room at the back, seemingly a storage room. The large man moved a cabinet in the room and flipped a lever on the wall. Suddenly, a stone door opened, revealing a secret room within! Ping was pushed through the stone door. Beyond it were stairs leading down a corridor, at the end of which a thick iron door was tightly locked, its interior dimly lit. Opening the iron door revealed a large room divided into four or five cells by iron bars, with a passageway in the middle. The large man opened one of the cells, pushed Ping inside, locked the door, and left. With the click of the lock, silence returned. Ping cowered in fear in a corner of the cell, her nightmare continuing… Silence reigned all around, broken only by the occasional movement of Ping and the clanking of the shackles. Ping's thoughts drifted far away in the silence. She thought of her time at home, of her children, her mother, even her ex-husband. Compared to her current situation, those seemingly unfortunate past events now seemed full of humanity.

Ping began to regret her stubbornness and impulsiveness. If she had been a more docile woman, perhaps she would still be living a peaceful but troubled life. That would be far better than being someone else's possession, at their mercy.

Now, she felt that living was worse than death. Thinking of this, Ping shed tears of despair.

[The End]

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