Chapter 14: Mind if One More Joins the Negotiation Table?
In the disorientingly lit bar, a group of strangely dressed gang members huddled in a corner, discussing something in hushed tones.
Jonas swirled the glass in his hand, taking a small sip of the liquor inside.
The burning sensation stung his throat. Though it was poor-quality alcohol, it still managed to stir his hormones considerably.
“Not going to try some?”
He turned to Eiffel beside him, asking with a smile.
Eiffel hesitated but mimicked him, taking a tentative sip.
The moment the alcohol touched her tongue, she couldn’t help but cough violently:
“Cough—cough—”
The girl’s cheeks flushed crimson under the influence of the alcohol. After finally catching her breath, she shot Jonas a reproachful glare.
Her usual unflappable demeanor contrasted sharply with her current state, making her appear even more endearing. The rosy hue on her cheeks added a touch of innocent allure.
Seeing this, Jonas couldn’t hold back a laugh, his mischievous nature earning him another round of exasperated looks from the girl.
However, the lighthearted moment didn’t last long. A commotion erupted at the bar’s entrance, drawing both their attention.
A group of gang members entered, escorting several men dressed in black into a private room. Trailing behind them was a purple-haired girl shackled at the wrists and ankles.
Such scenes were hardly unfamiliar in the slums of Flower Street.
After all, incidents like this occurred in every corner of the district at all hours.
—Human trafficking.
“Seems our wait is over.”
Jonas’ gaze settled on the shackled girl, his eyes darkening.
Elise Chelsea, the Brain-Melting Witch.
How utterly pathetic she looked now.
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A sex doll, as the name implied, was a tool for venting desires.
Unfortunate girls reduced to sex dolls would have a chip implanted to regulate their hormones. From then on, their fate rested entirely on their owner’s whims.
Most girls with such implants were doomed to tragic ends.
In the best-case scenarios, the owner might grow bored and discard the doll, leaving it to fend for itself. These abandoned dolls would then end up on Flower Street, struggling to survive.
But in the vast majority of cases, the dolls would be played with until death…
And now, the girl named Elise was about to meet such a miserable fate.
Her eyes were dull as she felt the restraints of the shackles around her wrists, a complex bitterness welling in her heart.
Three hours ago, her adoptive father had sold her to members of the Wildfire Gang. They implanted the chip, reducing her to something lower than a prostitute—a sex doll.
Now, these same people were about to sell her to an ‘owner’ she had never met.
—Someone like me was always destined for this kind of end.
Elise stared at the psychedelic lights around her. The air buzzed with feverish desire, countless gazes seeming to land on her body. She couldn’t help but lower her head, her clenched hands trembling slightly.
“What are you standing around for? Move it!”
The man in front yanked the chain binding her wrists, causing her to stumble.
She didn’t dare meet his eyes, replying meekly:
“Y-yes.”
Elise had never been a strong-willed person. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have offered no resistance when her foster father decided to sell her off to become a sex doll.
The light before her eyes suddenly dimmed, the psychedelic glow gradually shifting into a murky orange hue. Elise vaguely sensed she was being taken into a room.
The next moment, she was thrown onto the floor. The impact forced a muffled groan from her lips. Then, she saw the man seated on the sofa.
“Why did you bring a sickly weakling here?”
The young man spoke with clear dissatisfaction.
“Young Master Serca… uh, things have been tight lately. The Peacekeeping Force has been keeping a close watch, so we couldn’t just snatch someone outright, you know…”
The gang member who had brought her wore an ingratiating smile as he spoke cautiously.
Hearing this, the young man scrutinized Elise carefully before finally nodding and saying:
“Mm… fine, she’s decent-looking. Just probably won’t last long.”
Hearing the other party’s almost blatant words, Elise’s body couldn’t help but tremble.
“With Young Master Serca’s… methods, this sickly girl probably won’t last a month.”
The gang member laughed at the remark, his tone utterly indifferent to the girl’s life or death.
He remembered all too clearly what had become of the pleasure dolls he’d previously brought to this Young Master Serca… Fewer than one in ten survived unscathed.
He could only hope this sickly girl would at least retain some semblance of humanity by the end.
His gaze swept over Elise, devoid of even a shred of pity.
As if foreseeing her impending fate, Elise lowered her head, as though trying to escape reality.
In this situation, there was almost no room for reversal.
Elise knew all too well the fate of pleasure dolls. She had seen the lifeless eyes of those discarded.
—Will I end up like them too…
Unbidden, the girl recalled a story she’d once read, where a tragic heroine was saved by her destined prince in her darkest hour.
She hadn’t read many books, but perhaps that tale had kindled a faint spark of hope in her otherwise bleak existence. The memory of it remained vivid in her mind.
At the thought, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself mockingly.
Elise knew full well—such a thing was impossible for her.
How could she dare hope for…
—BANG!
The room’s door was violently kicked open.
Everyone inside jumped in shock. The gang leader instinctively drew his gun.
The next moment, a voice laced with sarcasm rang out.
“Mind if I join the negotiation?”
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A pure, toxic-free harem power fantasy, so rest assured there won’t be any NTR nonsense.
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