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The young woman's name was Jingjing. She and the "skinny sister" were like sisters; Jingjing was the one who introduced them. The skinny sister used to work as a hostess in a Shanghai nightclub. Because Jingjing didn't like being asked about her past and disliked being asked how many clients she'd served or what those clients were like, I can only guess that Jingjing had also worked as a hostess before. She mentioned that she had suffered a stomach hemorrhage from drinking before. She said she and the skinny sister met while renting an apartment together, but she also said she lived with her boyfriend when she was working in Shanghai, so there was definitely some exaggeration in her story.
Jingjing was indeed a very nice and unique person. After we got to know each other, she advised me to go to the bar less often, saying that earning money wasn't easy and that I should save it for when I met the right person and lived a normal life. It felt like I'd met Dong Xiaowan (a character from a popular Chinese novel known for her unconventional ways). She seemed nice to everyone, saying that some clients paid a lot and even treated her to meals. I told her she would definitely take precautions, and she said she only used condoms and wouldn't accept clients who didn't use them. I asked if her boss didn't use them, and she said her boss was a very nice person, slept alone, and often cooked delicious food for them.
But soon after, their boss's true colors were revealed. Suddenly, for a while, the shop was staffed by an older woman and a plump woman. I didn't see Jingjing and her sister anymore, and since she wasn't there, I stopped going. Then one day, I received a message telling me to come to the shop, but not to go in. I didn't know what was going on, so I went and waited nearby for a long time, but she didn't come out. I sent her messages, but she didn't reply. Later, I went home, and suddenly my WeChat voice chat went off. I answered, and it was Jingjing. She said she was at the airport and asked if I could come over and use my ID to book a room for her. I asked what was wrong, and she said she was going back to her hometown and asked if I could help her. She said she had arrived at the airport, but there were no tickets left for today, so she could only leave tomorrow, and that's why she needed a room. I said, "You don't have an ID?" She switched to video chat.
I was shocked. There was a bruise on her face, and she showed me the picture of her body. There were bruises all over her body. My hair stood on end. I asked what happened, and she said her boss had beaten her. I asked why, and she said a friend she knew from Shanghai, a local, now owns a hotel. That day, the friend went to the hotel to meet her and her sister. Afterwards, the boss went crazy. Her sister's mother was critically ill and passed away, which was a relief. The boss confiscated her phone and deleted everyone she chatted with. He warned her not to try to quit. She protested, and the boss beat her outside. She said, "You people are so cold-blooded!" She watched as the boss beat her from outside to inside the hotel, leaving her face covered in blood, and no one called the police.
Later, the boss confined her to the backyard. She then discovered that the boss was addicted to methamphetamine, and afterwards he became excited, acting like a madman. He only returned to normal the next morning and started talking to her nicely. She then tried to appease him, asking him to reduce his use so he would torment her less. After half a month, the boss finally lowered his guard. Today, he probably went to the city to buy methamphetamine, and she took the opportunity to escape.
I got goosebumps listening to this. I said, "Wait for me, I'm coming."

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