OH my god! Duke looked at in surprise.
This bastard actually managed to get a date with a woman, Kenny did nothing.
She wants to go sowhere, and asks him to join her, isn’t that telling us she wants to sleep with Kenny?
Duke looked at , feeling miserable. He invited three girls to drink, chat, displaying his charm and humor, what did Kenny do? Nothing!
"I’m free tonight, what about you?" Another black-haired woman held a beer, looking at .
You’re free, what’s it got to do with ?
I looked at her awkwardly.
Duke showed a disinterested expression. Another girl wants to get into bed with Kenny?
Is there any humanity left?
He’s done nothing.
Dina smiled at her friend beside her, biting her lip, "Kenny, you like wearing black outerwear, I bet your underwear isn’t black."
What the fuck?
Duke glanced at Dina, then back at , guessing soone’s underwear color is a sexual hint, the result of the guess isn’t important, but rather their interest in your body.
This is a private topic, also hinting at physical contact.
The three girls were all teasing Kenny.
Teasing Kenny right in front of Duke.
Duke looked awful, full of disdain.
"I really have a place I want to go." I’m planning to head to the Zone 7 building, maybe Martina’s there; I promised Ella I’d do it.
"We also have a place we want to go." The three girls laughed simultaneously.
One king, three queens? Fucking god!
Duke felt the blow.
"Does the place you’re going have sweat and hormones?" Dina looked at with interest, fingers caressing the bottle mouth, eyes fixed on my cheeks.
"Yes."
"Wow, is it a place where n and won have fun?"
It’s a brothel, she’s right, it is a place where n and won have fun.
I nodded in agreent, "Yes!" I couldn’t say I was going there because Cucuta Group had many eyes locally, if I ntioned the place, they’d quickly trace clues about .
"That’s great!" The three girls looked at with interest, seemingly saying, let’s go have fun.
Duke covered his head, patting my shoulder, handing the car keys, "Buddy, go have fun. Enjoy yourself."
Mother fucker!
I leaned close to Duke’s ear, "Give a silencer."
"WHAT?" Duke gaped at , fuck pussy doesn’t require a silencer, it’s not a dildo, "Are you serious?" Duke understood, I wasn’t going for fun.
"Yes!"
Duke pulled out a silencer from his suit pocket, passed it under the table to .
He looked at the three lustful won with a peculiar expression; they misunderstood.
I put away the silencer, placing down 60 US dollars, "You all have fun."
Watching leave, the three girls seed disappointed, while Duke’s worry increased.
Tanzande District 7 at night is a slum area, with low buildings like dense bumps sprouting on the ground, surrounded by nurous alleys, narrow, dim, without lighting.
Street lamps on the roads are far apart, vision is blurry.
ters away is an inland river, the river about 15 ters wide, the opposite bank is Venezuela.
The complexity here surpasses Juarez, Nuevo Laredo, and Tijuana, besides gangs, smugglers, drug lords, there are also anti-governnt militias, not only Colombian but also Venezuelan opposition groups.
Various forces entwined, it’s truly a borderless zone.
Walking along the riverside, I saw a two-story building, like a supermarket or warehouse.
Looked very rundown, without obvious signage, no neon lights.
At the entrance stood a man with a crew cut and a tattoo on his neck.
n entered and exited the building, young ones, middle-aged, even elderly with graying hair.
They go in happy, and talk about won’s butts and breasts as they leave.
I walked up, the man at the door glanced at , pushed the door open, motioned to go in.
In the entrance hall was a bar counter, a middle-aged fat man watched a match on TV and, seeing , patted the bar counter, "1st floor 30 US dollars, 2nd floor 50!"
I put down 60 US dollars on the counter, the fat man happily picked up the money and pointed at the cabinet beside the counter.
"There are condoms and toys there, you can choose yourself."
I glanced at the shelf, there are dildos and vibrators.
The stairs to the 2nd floor are at the deepest part of the 1st floor, the 1st floor hallway had three thugs.
Both sides of the hallway had over 10 cubicles, partitioned with wooden boards, the door had a curtain, no door; so curtains were lowered, inside were n’s curses and won’s moans.
"OH!"
"AH!"
Moans filled the whole floor, walking past the cubicles, I could see scenes inside through the curtain, it’s just a simple mattress, on which a woman lay or sat.
So of them smoked, others were dazed.
The floor had many cigarette butts and condoms, the cubicles were filled with various pungent slls.
This is a gang-controlled brothel, ordinary people simply can’t imagine.
The environnt harsh, hygiene poor, these won’s expressions dull, like soulless puppets.
Many of them didn’t even wear bras, naked because they had no ti to rest, a 24-hour sex convenience store, can you imagine?
No, ordinary people can’t imagine, it’s the darkest side of the world.
I stepped up to the 2nd floor, here besides moans, were more shouts, genuine cries of pain.
"Don’t hit , please!"
"Ahh ahh ahh!"
Such pleading filled the 2nd floor.
I even saw two n happily walk into the sa cubicle, then crying sounds ca from inside.
This is the floor for indulging bestial desires, far scarier than downstairs, the extra 20 US dollars ant you could tornt any woman here.
I one by one drew the curtains, in cubicles with people, won looked at dully, so won even showed fear when seeing .
"Damn bastard, what are you looking at?"
So cubicle n would curse at .
I reached the last corner, standing at the cubicle’s entrance.
On the mattress lay a skinny girl, her ribs protruded, frail like a long-term malnourished refugee.
The girl stared at the ceiling, eyes vacant, legs spread, covered in sen and bruises, she was long-term abused.
Her arms and thighs had many cigarette burns, even festering infections.
The girl had a star cross tattoo on her belly.
I stepped into the cubicle, lowered the curtain, the girl didn’t look at .
Just lay there quietly like a corpse on the filthy mattress.
I squatted down looking at Martina, her arms and thighs had many needle marks; she’d been long-term injected with drugs, controlled by them.
"Martina, is it you?"
Hearing her na, the vacant-eyed girl gained so spirit, she turned her head to look at with difficulty, slowly parted her lips.
"Who are you?"
"I’m a friend of Ella."
"Ella?" Martina closed her eyes, lashes trembling.
Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. "Thank God, she’s okay."
"Yes, she’s okay."
The girl slowly reached out her hand.
I tightly held her hand, missing two nails, her fingers’s dried blood had beco black.
My body trembled.
Her body so weak, perhaps even infected with disease, but illness couldn’t compare to her ntal and physical tornt.
"Thank you for coming."
"I’ll take you away."
Martina’s expressionless face showed a smile. "Thank you, can you help ?"
"Yes, what do you want?"
The girl seed to summon courage, closed her eyes, "Kill !"
"WHY? You can start anew."
Martina laughed. "My family’s all dead because of , I have no courage to live, nor do I want to. You can’t imagine what I’ve been through, every night I’d think of suicide, but I couldn’t, needed to live, or my family and friends would be hard; now, I have nothing, death isn’t scary, it’s the best thing.
I’m a coward, I have no courage, help !"
I took a deep breath, looking at the ceiling, she couldn’t go on, even if saved, she’d commit suicide, she already didn’t want to live.
Living was more frightening than death for her.
"I beg you!"
I turned to look at the curtain, body trembling, it’s the first ti soone begged to kill them.
I am Miami’s butcher, Kenny Clark, those who plead with are all hoping I’d give them a chance, now, I hesitated.
"I beg you, I’ll pray for you in hell."
I turned my head, caressing Martina, "Rest, I swear to God tonight, this place will be dyed in blood, death will walk with you!"
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