My Fiancée's American Hell (Adapted from a Popular Case) (Chapter Two)

[Chapter Two: Whereabouts]

The warm touch woke me from an endless nightmare.

I opened my eyes. The light above me was soft and warm, but it was so bright that it blurred my vision. I could only see a beautiful

figure beside me. "Xiaoying, Xiaoying, you're back!" I grabbed the

slender hand that was covering my forehead and pulled the person beside me into my arms.

"Brother...you're awake..."

It was Ruwen. A wave of disappointment washed over me. Memories of what happened before I fainted flooded back: that horrible

website, that horrible demon, my poor fiancée trapped in hell...

Ruwen gently pulled away from my embrace. Her voice was gentle and calm, offering a sliver of comfort to my despair. "You

've been unconscious for a whole day. During that time, the police continued negotiations with that bastard, hoping to get

further information about your wife, but he stubbornly refused to speak. The organization's investigation into that website also failed;

those criminals have extensive counter-surveillance experience. However, the experts here and I unanimously agree that your wife

is at least safe for now. Brother, please pull yourself together. No matter what happened, your wife is

safe now, isn't that the most important thing?"

Yes, Ruwen was stronger and calmer than me, a grown man. What we needed to do now was find Xiaoying's

whereabouts and rescue her in time. Nothing else was worth wasting our energy on.

"So..." I slowly uttered a few syllables, my voice so hoarse I could hardly believe it myself, "What should we do

next ?"

Ruwen gently took my hand, comforting me, "The best-case scenario right now is that the criminal is willing to reveal information about

your sister-in-law , which means that whatever his purpose, he at least has a basis for communicating and negotiating with us. We will

put further pressure on him to reveal your sister-in-law's whereabouts. In addition, we will also collect surveillance footage from the surrounding area

to look for any clues. Brother, what you need now is to recover your composure as soon as possible... If possible,

you need to go out and negotiate with him further. He seems to want to... show off... We consulted criminal

psychology experts, and this is indeed the case, so it is most likely that you will be the one to contact him and obtain

further information."

Show off... This terrifying word crashed into my brain. That damned perverted criminal, I will

take revenge in the most cruel way, but right now, I still need to cater to his desires and induce him to reveal

the further .

"Okay...then let's not delay, let's go now!"

In the same heavily guarded detention center, accompanied by the police, I saw that damned,

twisted . He seemed to have indeed undergone intense interrogation; he was somewhat listless, but when he saw me, his

eyes gleamed with excitement and smugness.

"Yes, it's good that you're here. I'd much rather have further conversations with you than with these respected officers."

My sister and I exchanged glances with the surrounding officers. Before coming, we had agreed that I would coax

more information out of the criminal. This was incredibly painful torture for me, but I had to control my emotions and do this

job well.

"You..." My voice was very calm, but trembled slightly with anger. "I want to know where my

fiancée is. If you're willing to tell me, we'll plead with the judge for leniency..."

"Hahahaha..." Richardson burst into a maniacal laugh. "Is that what you

're thinking? Leniency? Seeing what happened to your Chinese doll, you'll plead with the judge for me?"

I suppressed my surging emotions. "Yes, I hate you, but I'm a man of my word."

"Hmm, you're an educated man with a certain amount of mental strength. Not bad. No wonder that bitch loves you

so much . You don't know how much she paid to uphold her so-called chastity!"

"Bastard!" I couldn't hold back any longer and slammed my fist into the tempered glass of the interrogation room, making my right fist bleed

profusely.

"You can't control yourself? That's disappointing. Your fiancée has far more self-control than you.

Her best record is performing oral sex on three men while receiving a 1000cc enema. Her

willpower is astonishing."

I suddenly sprang to my senses, swinging a chair and smashing it against the window. Just as he first provoked me, the police and

my sister rushed over and grabbed me tightly.

I felt my blood pressure soaring, my heart pounding unbelievably, but anger didn't cloud my judgment. I

knew I had to calm down. I signaled to them that I was ready to proceed with negotiations, but they refused.

After all, I had just recovered from unconsciousness, and they wanted me to rest for a while before engaging in any further conversation.

"How about this? I think this lovely Chinese girl beside you is very suitable for communication. I

won't communicate with you or any of the officers. I want this girl to negotiate with me."

Bastard! You defiled my wife, dragging her into an abyss of despair, and now you want to use your filthy

language to approach my sister?

However, Ruwen was stronger than me. She was an excellent policewoman, far more adept at dealing with criminals than I was.

I looked at Ruwen; she was looking at me firmly, gesturing for me to come forward.

"Okay, I'm willing to communicate with you. I want to hear your story, but I don't like your

hysterical way of expressing yourself."

Ruwen's calm words surprised Richardson. He scrutinized Ruwen repeatedly, and she met his gaze without

flinching . Finally, the criminal succumbed to the mental battle. "Yes, I'm

willing to tell you more, but I want to speak with you one-on-one."

"Okay, then so be it!" Ruwen waved us all away. Her calm and composed aura

impressed the officers present, and they didn't object, leading me to the other side of the interrogation room.

"Ruwen… if you…"

"Don't worry, brother, I know what I'm doing."

I glared at the criminal and left the interrogation room with the police.

Inside the interrogation room, the conversation between my sister and the criminal was meticulously recorded.

Ruwen: "Okay, now you can tell me your story. To be honest, I can't believe that

website. I know my sister-in-law; she's not that kind of woman. I suspect you used technical means to create those

images."

The police officer listening in gave a thumbs up. Ruwen's questioning was very skillful; she successfully induced the

criminal to reveal information.

Sure enough, Richardson immediately became agitated: "You're talking nonsense! This kind of personal humiliation and training is a noble

art ! How could we use such low-level, aesthetically unappealing methods to ruin such an artistic process!"

Ruwen: "But my sister-in-law has only been missing for a little over a month. She couldn't possibly be like that in the video...

so proactively pleasing a strange man sexually."

Richardson: "A month?! A month is too long! We normally only

need two weeks to complete a piece! I must say, this Chinese woman's willpower has exceeded our expectations! We once

handled a Japanese woman, and it only took a week to turn her from a housewife into a

bitch who only knew how to chase after penises! And this Chinese doll hasn't proactively accepted her identity after a month."

Ruwen: "You mentioned... a piece?"

Richardson: "Yes, this is art, transforming women from different social classes into the same kind of..."

…A female beast born solely for the pursuit of sex.”

Ruwen: “Excuse me for being frank, but I find it hard to imagine such a thing. I’ve never heard of anything like it

… And the police would get involved quickly. You can’t possibly continue doing this kind of thing without being caught.”

Richardson: “The darkness of this world is far beyond your imagination, little girl.”

The criminal seemed unwilling to reveal any further information, so Ruwen changed the subject: “So what do you do after you finish such…

works of art? Just like cowards, you post them on the internet where no one will notice?”

Richardson scoffed: “Of course not. I’ve said it before, the darkness of this world is far beyond your

imagination . What you know about your loved ones being trained is just the tip of the iceberg. We’ve handled

as many as… no, you’ll find out later.” He grinned meaningfully.

"So what happened after that? These women... after you... what became of them?"

"Ah, you've hit the nail on the head. To be honest, I'm willing to tell you... but I don't like your

black suit. It's too serious. What are you wearing underneath, a white shirt? I like white shirts.

Can you show me what your shirt looks like?"

Bastard! I was furious. This shameless scoundrel, I'm going to end his despicable life!

But my sister had anticipated my reaction. She gave me a look that said, "Take it easy."

“Yes, I also find the room too stuffy, but I won’t

take off , and I won’t grant you any of your requests. If our negotiations end here, I can

guarantee that those lovely officers upstairs will give you a wonderful, sleepless 48 hours.”

Richardson: “Okay, I admit, you are truly outstanding. I really regret not meeting

… a woman as excellent as you sooner. If I could train you into a submissive bitch, it would be an absolute

masterpiece .”

“I’ll emphasize again, if you speak rudely again, I will make you regret it.”

Ruwen’s gaze made Richardson a little uncomfortable. He chuckled twice and said, “Okay, then it’s a deal.

I will tell you the whole story with sincerity, but you need to cooperate with me.”

"Okay, I'll cooperate with you, but if you make any unreasonable demands, I'll say it again, you'll

regret it."

Richardson: "Then, esteemed lady, could you please take off this eyesore of a suit? I really

want to see your shirt."

Ruwen slowly unbuttoned the suit, took it off, and hung it on the back of the chair. It must be said that the pure white

shirt made this oriental beauty look as beautiful as a fairy.

"Oh! Goddess, yes, I'm willing to tell you my story... Your figure is truly beautiful...

Don't rush , I'm stunned by your beauty. Let me catch my breath and think about how to explain this quickly

... I can answer your questions first. I know that you Eastern women, especially Chinese women, have

a very strong concept of chastity. That's why Chinese dolls are so popular in our market.

Training a virtuous and gentle Chinese beauty into a slutty bitch is a favorite of many of our distinguished customers. We will

record the entire training process and create a preview website, like a product description, to help customers

choose. That's the website I showed you."

"You must be very curious about how we turned your Chinese girl into

a skilled sex slave in just one month. Actually, it's not surprising. It's just assembly line work. A woman,

every woman, is like an egg. She has a seemingly solid shell. As long as you

break that shell according to a certain procedure, she will uncontrollably ooze various liquids."

"The most important step in this process is breaking her shell, taking her first step out of her depravity. The difficulty of this

step varies from person to person. The Japanese woman I mentioned before, we starved her for three days, and she

obediently ate a penis smeared with butter."

"Of course, we also often encounter hard shells. Believe me, such eggs are more

popular with ; they all enjoy the process of breaking the shell. We once handled a female narcotics officer, Caucasian, with very large

breasts. We tried many methods, but she didn't yield, until we arrested her twelve-year-old daughter…

Later, both mother and daughter sold for a good price. If you're interested, I can send you this training record."

" Here you go, this is one of our classic works."

"This time, the Chinese doll was also excellent material. She had a strong will and a high

tolerance for pain. What made her most difficult to deal with was that we had no weaknesses to exploit. We spent a whole month

training her, but in the end, we only got a half-finished product. It's a real pity. She later…"

At this point, the cunning criminal stopped abruptly, looking smugly at Ruwen: "See, I said

I would reveal the key information to you. You and the officer upstairs must have gathered a lot of information. Now,

it's time for you to show your sincerity."

"Tell me, what do you need? Although I can't represent the police, you want a reduced sentence…"

"No, no, no, my life is over. I'll definitely end it in the electric chair. I've dealt with

too many female animals, and many important figures whose identities can't be hidden. You know,

the daughter of that famous missing politician from a few years ago was trained by me. Her parents had long given up on finding her

, but you don't know how ironic her final fate was… No, I mean,

I have no desires left. I only have one request… I know you're wearing a red lace bra. In

my final moments, I want to see your beautiful body. Just take off this bra, and I'll

tell you more information."

"Impossible! I won't agree to any of your conditions. You'll face a brutal interrogation!"

"I might not make it through the next phase of the interrogation. I'm already in the late stages of liver cancer. But what

's even less likely to make it is your dear Chinese doll. Don't you want to know what the so-called 'half-finished product' means?

What terrible situation has she fallen into? What kind of torture was she enduring when I was arrested by you

?"

Ruwen fell silent. I wanted to rush down and stop her, but the devil's words moved me, and I slumped helplessly

in the chair.

"Alright, I swear on my honor. Don't laugh, although I'm a criminal, a heinous criminal,

I'm a man of dignity. I've kept every promise. Just take off your white shirt and that

unsightly suit skirt, and I'll tell you everything. You can go save that adorable doll right away."

"Okay..." Ruwen said to us, "Officer, please turn off the surveillance cameras here..."

"I'm sorry, miss, we can't do that..."

"I think you don't have a better way to deal with such a depraved criminal, do you? Then why don't

you try my method?"

We were silent for a moment. Officer Jack turned off the surveillance cameras in the interrogation room, leaving only the audio monitoring. We

heard Ruwen lock the interrogation room door from the inside. We knew this was a reasonable

action for a woman to protect her privacy. Then we heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground.

The criminal's heavy breathing came through: "God, for the first time I praise God,

to see ... These legs must be the masterpiece of the Creator... Ah, I love this lace

lingerie, lovely girl, you have great taste."

"Alright... we're not here to talk about this," Ruwen's voice remained calm, though I could detect

a hint shyness. My sister is devoted to her work and has never been in a relationship; she's a genuine virgin. Perhaps

she's never exposed so much skin to a strange man before?

"Then, please tell me all the details. If you have any further ulterior motives..."

"Don't worry, I've said I'm a man of my word, and I will keep my promise. We are an organization with a history of over

a century . We train women to be sold as commodities to powerful and wealthy people in need. Our power is

beyond your imagination. I don't want to talk too much about the organization, and you don't need to know too much. I'll just

tell you what happened. Don't rush, I'll explain in detail, and you'll know what to do next."

"Bitch C2203... Oh, that's the code name we gave her. In order to carry out the depersonalization operation,

we give them a code name... She was missing for a month, but we had already studied

everything about her half a year ago, including her family background and living habits. We organized all of this and found interested

buyers. They trained her specifically, asking us to turn her into a bitch for sale."

"This buyer has rather unusual tastes. He likes pure, innocent Eastern beauties, but he considers small breasts

a flaw. He prefers large breasts, appreciating the unique beauty created by the stark contrast between purity and lewdness. So he

set his sights on this Eastern doll, but specifically requested that her bust size be increased and adorned with accessories."

"The capture process was incredibly easy. She's a very naive woman. We pretended to ask for directions, and she

readily got into the car to take us to our destination. However, we were surprised to find such a naive woman

possessed such a strong will."

"Breaking her shell took a lot of effort. We first had to shatter her pride. If she could actively seek

pleasure, then the initial training of this bitch would be complete." "

The simplest method, which we always try first, is starvation. But after three days of starvation,

she was on the verge of death, yet showed no signs of compromise, even starting to actively refuse to eat. We had no choice but to move on to the next step."

"Then came the painful taming: whipping, waterboarding, the wooden horse—we tried it all. For five whole days, under

all sorts of torture, she gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to perform a masturbation show for us."

"We had to move on to the next step: sexual assimilation, breaking down her

self-esteem . Most clients don't want us to use this step; those women are already ruined. Fortunately, this

client had a very specific taste. He authorized us to turn her into a sexless, yet deeply ashamed, bitch.

He enjoys seeing women forced to pursue sexual pleasure in pain, yet feeling shame and regret for that pleasure."

"During this time, she was almost constantly sexually assaulted by different races, different ages, and different..."

" Her social class was constantly being penetrated by countless penises, her mind already broken, yet she still clung to

some inexplicable principle, refusing to submit willingly."

"The next step is the agonizing orgasm, which we have an almost 100% success rate with. Only

specially trained women can endure it. We use a non-permanent aphrodisiac to quickly put her into heat, then

use professional techniques to arouse her desire, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to abruptly stop her, preventing

release. This process repeated for three days. She experienced countless falls from the peak of orgasm into the agony of

unreleased pleasure. Surprisingly, she still didn't submit. We began to suspect there was

something wrong with her mind."

"We threatened her that if she didn't accept her fate, she would be permanently labeled. Her genitals would be tattooed with

the mark of a sex slave, and titanium rings would be pierced all over her nipples and labia. She would never be able to escape

the fate of a sex slave. However, this woman, already ravaged and on the verge of death, surprisingly retained considerable wisdom. She knew that

whether submitted or not, we would still proceed with the next step of her transformation."

"Reluctantly, we had to obtain the buyer's consent to perform physical modifications ahead of schedule. We performed

permanent breast augmentation surgery, increasing her breasts from a C-cup to an F-cup. This was an extremely painful process,

but even more painful was the lactation-inducing modification. When she's in heat, she needs to empty both breasts simultaneously, otherwise, the engorgement

will be unbearably painful. Upon reaching orgasm, she experiences a breast-like orgasm, simultaneously ejaculating milk.

It's a beautiful modification, and we spent a considerable sum of money on it." "

Then came the permanent piercing. To achieve the desired effect, we didn't use anesthesia, forcing her to witness

herself being marked a lifelong sex slave throughout the process. She cried bitterly, yet remained steadfast in her principles."

"It's truly a pity that at this point, our training had failed. We couldn't fulfill the client's

request to create a humiliated yet submissive bitch. However, the client became even more interested in her, authorizing us

to perform the ultimate modification."

"Our organization has handled countless women of various backgrounds, but unless a client explicitly requests it,

we never performed the ultimate modification before. This is a significant matter for us as well."

"Ultimate transformation is a sacred thing for us, and I'm sorry I can't tell you that... However, you

are a respectable woman, and I'm willing to tell you the whole process in person. Yes, in person. You must

come to my side; I don't want anyone to hear."

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