Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Reeve nodded, without questioning why Rowling didn't lend a hand. In this situation, even if she could save one, she couldn't save everyone.

After a while, the young girl limped out of the guest room area. She was disheveled, sobbing softly, and one eye was visibly swollen.

Throughout the entire process, no one spoke up, no one felt anything was wrong, only a new guest arrogantly approached the young woman and led her to a back room at an extremely low price.

Rowling sighed again and said:

“A girl like her, who isn’t particularly attractive, will soon succumb to exhaustion and illness. When that happens… come and see for yourself.”

With that, Rowling led Levi into the back guest room area.

She first went to the kitchen, found some bread, vegetables and meat, put them on a large tray, and then carried the tray, turning and twisting, until she arrived at a somewhat dilapidated door.

Before even pushing open the door to enter the room, a fishy, ​​foul smell wafted out.

Reeve frowned instinctively and couldn't help but want to cover his nose.

Rowling, however, acted as if it were a common occurrence, and simply pushed open the door and went inside.

In the dimly lit room, against the wall stood an extremely large 'bed,' which was more like a wooden board draped over miscellaneous items and covered with tattered cloth than a bed.

There were seven or eight women lying on the bed, some old and some young, all of them pale and bloodless, with no sparkle in their eyes.

Upon seeing Rowling enter, one of the older, plain-looking women immediately stood up. As she rose, a putrid, fishy stench wafted out, making the air in the room even more pungent.

"Rowling, Ms. Rowling, Mrs. Rowling... Please, I can still do it, I'm all better now, please let me go back to entertaining clients, I'm really all better..."

She spoke tremulously, tears streaming down her face. Her lips and tongue were covered in white pustules, and she hissed in pain with every word she spoke.

Rowling didn't say anything, but gently placed the tray on the bedside table, then took out a small bottle from her inner pocket and placed it on the tray.

"Applying it to the affected area can relieve the pain..."

She spoke softly, then turned and walked out of the room.

"Rowling, Rowling, don't go, don't go! I can still... I can still entertain clients..."

Compared to the woman screaming desperately, the other women were more like living corpses, just lying there breathing weakly.

Reeves felt a tingling sensation in his head. He had an urge to burn the place down, perhaps that would make things easier for these women. But then he thought, he had no right to take anyone's life, even if they were already in extreme pain and despair.

He could only sigh heavily and follow Rowling out of the room.

After walking for a while, Rowling slowly spoke:

"The day after tomorrow, Samira will send them to the factory workshop area."

"why?"

"I'm a little confused," Levi asked.

Rowling said, her eyes devoid of any emotion:

“There are a lot of homeless people and poor workers there. They don’t have money to get married. They need to vent their frustrations. They don’t care if they get sick. Even if they don’t get sick, they won’t live long.”

Levi was stunned. He hadn't realized that he had oversimplified the nature of sin and suffering.

His hands were clenched tightly, his index fingernails digging into his flesh, drawing blood.

"But the factory and workshop area is Black Scorpion Gang territory!"

Reeve tried to find a loophole in Rowling's words, to make the tragic statement seem like a lie.

Rowling smiled dismissively:

"Samira is willing to cooperate with the devil in order to make money."

She continued:

"They won't last long before they die, and then Samira will sell their bodies to hospitals as experimental subjects for research on sexually transmitted diseases..."

"enough!"

Reeve growled almost like a roar, nearly revealing his true voice.

Chapter 18 Pain and Desire

Rowling, her face contorted with pain, tried her best to make a mocking expression:

"Can't stand it already? This cycle has been happening at the Kingfisher Bar for a year or two at most, and a few months at least. Women are harvested one after another like cabbages. There are always old women dying, and there are always new women being abducted, cheated, and sold in."

"As long as Samira is in charge here, the Kingfisher Bar will be like a harvester, constantly reaping the youth and lives of women and producing solid gold pounds."

As Rowling poured out her heart, Levy seemed to have a hunch about what Rowling was plotting.

He looked at Rowling and said:

"Now, tell me what your plan is."

Rowling nodded, her eyes hardening.

“Kill Samira, and I will take over the Kingfisher Bar.”

Revi fell silent again. His past experiences taught him that these tragedies could not be resolved by killing one Samira.

He asked with some distrust:

"After you take over Kingfisher Bar, will you be able to change this situation? Kingfisher Bar is still under the control of the Hyena Gang and still needs to make a profit."

Rowling, who was already prepared, said:

"Of course, I can't completely change this situation, but I will try my best to improve it. I will screen them; those who want to continue working as girls will stay in the bar; those who don't will be given their freedom, or they can stay in the bar as dancers, singers, or waitresses. At the same time, I will improve the girls' treatment, prohibit thugs from using violence against them, give them more commission to improve their lives, ensure hygiene and safety, and provide medical treatment for sick girls..."

Rowling spoke eloquently, clearly these ideas had been lingering in her mind for a long time, and by today's societal standards, they were indeed quite progressive. He couldn't ask more of Rowling.

He looked at Rowling and gained a new understanding of this beautiful woman who seemed somewhat frivolous. Some of the things that had happened before also became interesting.

Reeves thought for a moment, then asked:

"So, you don't actually like women, but you're using this as a pretext to provide shelter for some women? Just like you're sheltering me?"

Rowling smiled:

“I did have the idea of ​​providing them with shelter, but…”

Her face flushed, and she said somewhat shyly:

"Due to certain special reasons, my desires are somewhat strong, so I can accept both men and women."

"..."

Reeves didn't continue the topic, but instead asked:

"How do you plan to 'kill' the 'Red Lady'?"

Rowling gave a meaningful smile:

“There is one chance to kill the Red Lady every month.”

"And the most recent opportunity happens to be tomorrow."

…………

Late at night, at the Kingfisher Bar.

The usual hustle and bustle has subsided. The patrons have either left or are sleeping in their rooms with their favorite girls. In the lobby on the first floor, only a few cleaners are wiping the floors and tables, preparing for tomorrow's madness.

On the third floor, in the office of 'Red Lady' Samira.

Samira lay on the bench as she had during the day, her short, thick legs draped over a huge locked box, one hand swirling a goblet of red liquid, the other holding a large cigar.

The lewd and explicit melody still echoed in the room. In this somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, Samira, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them and looked out the window.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, emitting specks of blood-red light, casting eerily shaped shadows on the table through the window.

Samira stared intently at the red moon as if drawn by a magnet, her gaze lingering for a long time.

A moment later, she took a small sip of the red liquid in her wine glass.

Suddenly, her eyes turned bloodshot, her thick lips bared long fangs, and tufts of hair sprouted from her face and every corner of her body.

"Oh……"

Samira let out a groan that was a mixture of pain and desire.

She stood up, placed three candles on the table, and sprinkled some essential oil and rose petals on them.

Then, she looked at the huge locked box and revealed a smile full of evil and desire.

Samira took out a key, inserted it into the lock, and opened the box.

A sobbing sound rang out. Inside the box, a naked young woman raised her eyes in terror. Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth was gagged with a handkerchief, and she was curled up inside the box, unable to move. Her fair body was covered with marks and bloody wounds.

Samira examined the woman as if she were a work of art, savoring her trembling body.

“Beachie, of all the kingfishers, you are my favorite. I have spared no effort to make you the top star, and now it’s time to repay me.”

As she spoke, she removed the handkerchief that had been stuffed into Pinkie Pie's mouth.

Pinkie Pie gasped for breath as she pleaded:

"Madam, please spare me! I'm willing to keep making money for you, lots and lots of money! Please forgive me..."

Samira gave a mocking smile:

“What are you saying? This is your best chance, even someone as lowly as you can receive the glory of serving my Lord.”

She grabbed Pinkie Pie's long hair, roughly pulled her up, and slammed her onto the table where three candles were placed.

Having done all this, Samira's desire was now unquenchable. She opened her arms and, with an almost ecstatic expression, cried out:

Come, let us praise our Lord together!

As she spoke, Samira slowly drew out a small female statue wrapped in a transparent membrane from her body.

The statue is exactly the same as the one Jason stole from the Hyena Gang, and it is full of filth and allure.

Samira, with piety and fervor, placed the statue in the center of the three candles on the table and peeled off the damp film.

In an instant, a cold and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire room.

Samira, however, was completely unaware, only feeling a burning desire coursing through her body.

Driven by this desire, she couldn't wait to begin torturing Biki.

Pinkie Pie let out a pitiful cry, her smooth, fair skin gleaming pitifully in the night.

Samira, her heart twisted with perverse desires, picked up the cigar in her hand.

"what!!!"

Pinkie Pie's screams grew even more piercing, her eyes filled with immense pain, and her entire body tensed up, writhing from side to side like an earthworm with its tail severed.

Samira smelled the burnt aroma and a look of ecstasy appeared on her face.

After countless unions of flesh and fire, Samira's perverse desires seemed to have reached a threshold.

She put the cigar in her mouth, took a deep drag, and made it burn even brighter.

Then, she looked behind Pinkie Pie and revealed a cruel smile.

Chapter 19 Assassination

Samira, holding a large cigar, moved closer and closer to Pinkie Pie.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door:

"Madam, it's me, Rowling. I have important news to report to you."

Samira was taken aback, then a strong displeasure appeared on her face:

"I should have said not to bother me after nightfall."

"I'm sorry, madam, but someone who appears to be extraordinary has infiltrated the bar, and I need your help!"

Samira was startled and quickly stuffed Peach back into the box and locked it.

Then she picked up the female statue on the table and inserted it directly into her body.

Because of the time constraint, she seemed to have forgotten to cover it with a thin film.

After doing all this, Samira opened the door and saw Rowling standing anxiously in the doorway.

Where are the infiltrators?

Samira asked, her fangs baring outwards, looking quite terrifying.

Rowling quickly replied: