Cold, damp, and reeking, these were the most immediate sensations I had upon waking up.

The dull pain at the back of my head kept coming in waves. I forced myself to sit up and take in my surroundings.

This was an extremely dilapidated little house, filled with wood, rags, and a pile of unidentifiable junk.

It was pitch black everywhere, except for a few slivers of light sneaking in through the door cracks, making everything look gray and eerie.

Holding the same posture for too long had rendered my legs numb and senseless. I struggled to stand, but my foot landed on something slippery; I stumbled and fell to the ground.

At this moment, I realized that the long clothes I had originally been wearing had been stripped off. Now, what I had on was a light yellow floral dress, and underneath it, someone had thoughtfully put me in a thick, gathering bra. Even my men’s boxer shorts had been replaced with lace panties.

Dead memories awakened in my mind—

That day, I was walking home from work as usual. Perhaps because of my short stature and somewhat effeminate appearance, a pregnant woman approached me, crying, claiming her dog was lost and begging me to accompany her to a nearby alley to look for it.

For a few moments, I recalled the anti-abduction and anti-fraud videos I had seen before.

But it was just a few moments, because I am a man, a real man.

Yet that crazed human trafficker still didn’t let me go. They even went to the trouble of dressing me up and selling me to this, whether heartless or perverted, buyer.

In this inhuman and ruthless mountain village, I couldn’t imagine what would happen when the buyer found out I was a man.

Cold sweat oozed from my back as I looked at the cramped environment around me.

I staggered to my feet, trying to break the lock on the little house’s door to escape.

But just as I was about to kick the door, a bloodied woman was suddenly thrown into the yard outside through the widened crack.

She fell heavily, her bones hitting the stone slab ground with a horrifying sound, and she curled up in pain.

But what followed were several burly men filing in from outside.

"Damn you, little bitch, you still dare to run? Do you think you can escape from the palm of my hand?" The man leading them, wearing a red tank top, had a face full of muttonchops and conspicuously prominent buck teeth.

Cursing, he walked straight up and yanked the woman by her hair, slapping her several times in a rage.

Blood flowed from the woman's mouth and nose, but the villagers around merely jeered and stepped forward. "Zhao Laowu, can’t you handle even a woman? How many times has she run away?"

"This bitch needs a beating. Break her legs and see if she dares to run again!" It was an old lady speaking, hands on her hips, breathing heavily as she walked into the yard. She bore some resemblance to Zhao Laowu in the red tank top. "Our Zhao family spent twenty thousand yuan to buy her just to have a chubby boy. But this stinky woman keeps trying to run, each time farther than the last!"

She cursed, seemingly furious, and ruthlessly stomped on the woman's legs.

The village old woman was strong from years of hard labor.

The woman curled up in pain, struggling to hold onto the old lady's pant leg.

"Please..." The woman's lips moved as if pleading, "Let me go, I..."

"Let you go? Who will give our Zhao family a child then?" As if she had heard a ridiculous joke, the old lady's face was half-jeering, half-resentful, biting out each word.

Hearing this, Zhao Laowu turned red with anger.

"You think you're something special? You were bought with money! You're my property! Whatever I tell you to do, you do! Do you think you’re still that pampered city college student?"

One hand pulling the woman's hair, he lectured her while the other began ripping her clothes off in a few swift movements.

Her pale body was exposed, and she shamefully tried to cover herself but was pinned down by the leering men around her.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Laowu pulled out a collar from who-knows-where and directly put it around the woman's neck.

"Here, you're just a broodmare for us. Run again, and I'll break your legs and lock you in the pigsty!"

I heard the woman crying, but no one paid attention to her. She was naked, dragged by ropes like livestock sent for slaughter.

I peered through the door crack, watching her eyes turn from numbness to despair.

Cold sweat drenched my clothes. In these winding mountain paths, could I really escape?

But if I couldn't escape, what fate awaited me with these inhumane savages?