Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 179 Don't Give Up
Why am I here?
Emily looked around, her mind a jumble of thoughts. The dark basement, the sobbing girls around her, the unfamiliar and terrifying guards outside the cell—everything filled her with dread.

She felt a slight pain in her nose, and when she reached down to touch it, she felt some dried blood.

The sight of blood suddenly reminded her of what had happened to her.

This afternoon after school, she left school as usual and walked back to her home in the East District.

As she passed through a narrow alley, several burly men suddenly rushed in from both sides of the alley and surrounded her. They grabbed her, forcibly carried her up, and forced her into a carriage.

Emily, unwilling to be captured, struggled frantically, greatly disturbing the men. She even seized an opportunity to bite one of them hard. The man, bleeding from the wound, became enraged and slapped her across the face, causing blood to gushed from her nose. She lost consciousness until she awoke.

I've been kidnapped!
Emily realized her situation and got up.

She rushed to the iron bars, only to find the cell doors locked. The dark corridor stretched deep inside, lined with similar cells on both sides, holding countless prisoners.

"You slut, you're awake?!"

A rude, barbaric voice rang out beside her. Emily looked up and saw a man with a fierce expression. He was wearing a baseball cap and a cheap vest, and the gauze wrapped around his hands was stained with blood. His gaze toward Emily was full of disgust.

Emily subconsciously pursed her lips.

She recognized the man; he was the kidnapper she had bitten.

"What, are you scared?"

The man gave a sleazy smile, his teeth gleaming yellow.

Fear rapidly built up in Emily's heart; her small body trembled, yet she still forced her eyes wide open, glaring at the other person. Her father's words of advice surged into her mind once more: she must never show weakness to the enemy!

"You slut, how dare you look down on me!"

Enraged by her gaze, the man kicked the iron railing hard.

"Bang!"

"ah--"

A loud noise suddenly erupted in the basement, and the girls screamed in fear, huddling in a corner and trembling. Emily collapsed to the floor, biting her lip tightly, refusing to show any sign of fear.

By this time, she had come to understand her situation.

In the East District, there are frequent cases of missing girls, and rumors circulate that they have been abducted by human traffickers and sold to brothels. Now, her own experience has finally confirmed these rumors.

Why is this happening!

Resentment and despair filled her heart.

If I had just held on for a few more years, I could have left the East District. God, when I saw hope, why did you have to cruelly bring me despair?

"I'll make you arrogant."

Enraged, the man reached out and unlocked the door. He was going to go inside and teach this audacious little girl a lesson with his fists!
"crunch-"

Just then, the heavy door above the basement steps was pushed open.

Bright lights streamed down the corridor, casting a long shadow. It was a male servant, backlit, looking down.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"That's what the servant said."

"Discipline the unruly brat."

The man answered.

"Don't mess around."

The servant warned, "The deputy commissioner of police is here. You know his preferences. Pick a disobedient young woman for him."

With that, the door creaked shut.

"Oh shit."

The man, whose mood had been dampened, cursed under his breath, but soon he remembered something and became cheerful again, smiling as he looked at Emily.

"You slut, you're lucky. Let that deputy director pamper you. He loves to discipline stubborn little things like you with a whip."

After saying that, he reached out his dirty hand and grabbed the girl's collar.

"No, let me go!"

Emily screamed and struggled desperately. She tried to bite him again, but he dodged her as if anticipating her move. She was forcibly dragged out of the cell and stumbled up the steps.

Behind that heavy door lay a gleaming world. The marble floors shone brightly and wide, reflecting the ceiling lights like mirrors. The opulent hall was brightly lit, and numerous guests gathered. They were impeccably dressed, laughing and chatting, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Emily stared wide-eyed in horror.

In stark contrast to the privileged treatment afforded to these guests, the opulent hall was filled with young girls of Emily's own age. Forced to expose their bodies and provide various services to the guests, they were subjected to a cruelty Emily had never imagined. The girls screamed and wept, utterly devoid of human dignity, like livestock to be manipulated at will.

"Are you scared?"

The man chuckled lewdly in her ear, "You'll get what's coming to you later."

He dragged Emily through the crowd to a slightly overweight middle-aged man.

"Boss."

He said respectfully.

This man was the owner of the villa, named Kapin. In public, he was a very wealthy man, but in reality, he was running a human trafficking business.

"Call me Mr. Capin."

The middle-aged man, dressed impeccably in a bow tie, showed slight displeasure upon hearing his subordinate's address, saying, "Soon this title will become 'knighthood'."

He turned his gaze to Emily, and nodded with satisfaction under her angry glare. "Not bad, very much to that person's liking."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling his men to take the girl over.

Emily was dragged away again to the center of the hall. There, the sofas, tables, and other items appeared to be of very high quality.

An obese man is waiting on the sofa.

“Your Excellency, this little bitch will definitely meet your requirements.” Kapin’s subordinate fawned over him, showing him his wounds. “Look, she’s very fierce; she bit me like this.”

"Oh, that's interesting. Let's stay here for now."

The man sat on the sofa, stroking his thick chin, his sticky gaze sweeping over Emily. He was extremely obese; the large, luxurious sofa couldn't even contain his flabby body, which seemed to overflow from the gaps in it.

A servant stood behind him, holding a long whip that gleamed under the bright light of the ornate chandelier above.

Emily was released by the man and stood in front of the obese director.

She paused for a second before realizing what was happening, then immediately turned around and ran towards the gate without hesitation!
"Fuck her."

The director said with great interest.

"Snapped!"

The servant's whip shot out like a snake, lashing Emily's petite back with a sharp, cruel sound.

"what!"

Emily screamed and fell to the ground.

Her clothes were also torn by the whip, revealing her delicate back, where a bright red welt was clearly visible, a sight that chilled the heart.

"Does it hurt?"

The director asked with a smile.

Emily got up from the ground, tears welling up in her eyes from the intense pain.

Don't cry!
Don't be afraid!
If you're scared or you cry, you'll give them what they want, and you'll lose!
She glared at the other person with angry eyes, biting her trembling lips.

I want to leave the East District. I want to live a decent life. I don't want to be treated like a slave and played with in a place like this.
"Draw again."

Seeing the girl's reaction, the director's nostrils flared slightly, and he began to breathe heavily.

"Snapped!"

Another lash came down, and Emily collapsed, unable to bear the blow.

"Keep going, don't stop!"

"The director shouted."

As the whip continued to fall, Emily's consciousness gradually blurred. In a daze, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't finished her homework for the day.
I didn't understand those math problems. I wish Anderson could teach me.

In a daze, she seemed to see a familiar face appear in front of her.

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