Inside the room.
Samira found another piece of clothing to drape over herself and said to Lorin, “The crisis is over.
You may go back.
Be sure to stay on high alert for the next few days.”
“The crisis is over.
You may go back.
Be sure to stay on high alert for the next few days.”
“Yes.”
Lorin nodded in agreement, her face showing no expression.
Then, as if remembering something casually, she spoke up in a relaxed tone.
“Ah, right.
There’s one more thing I should report to you while I’m at it.”
“What is it?”
Samira asked with a hint of impatience.
Lorin continued.
“I’ve tracked down news about that bitch Biki.
She secretly went to Old Chalke’s clinic a week ago and was diagnosed with a venereal disease.
I suspect that’s why she tried to run away.”
Upon hearing this, Samira’s expression instantly turned cold.
“Fine, I understand.”
Lorin nodded and walked out of the room.
As soon as Lorin left, a furious Samira dragged Biki out of the box.
“You stinking bitch, when did you contract a venereal disease?”
After being tortured, Biki was extremely weak and replied with a voice as thin as a thread.
“I…
I didn’t…”
Samira threw Biki back in with a look of disgust, unable to help feeling a lingering fear.
Fortunately, tonight’s sacrifice was unexpectedly terminated; otherwise, she might have been at risk of infection herself.
Moreover, if an infected sacrifice were offered to the Great Master, who knew if it would provoke His wrath?
Samira slumped into her chair, exhausted.
After all this turmoil, she no longer had any desire, and tonight’s sacrifice could only be delayed.
Whispers gradually began to echo in her mind, and fine, dense bumps started to sprout on the surface of her skin.
Samira trembled constantly, enduring the risk of losing control caused by the delay of the sacrifice.
She was desperate for tomorrow night to arrive, wanting to hold the sacrifice again—not only to avoid losing control but also to gain power.
Because of the intrusion by the unidentified person, she felt a great sense of crisis and urgently craved stronger power.
“As long as I complete one more sacrifice, the boss will tell me the Great Master’s honorable name.
Then I can pray to Him—pray for Him to grant me power…”
Samira’s face was full of fanaticism, and she felt the female statue within her body become even more substantial.
The next morning.
Samira impatiently called for a thug.
“Go to Old Chalke’s clinic and bring him to me!”
The thug hurried to comply.
Half an hour later, he returned with the elderly Old Chalke.
“Which clients have you seen this past week?”
Samira narrowed her eyes and asked in a cold voice.
Old Chalke tremblingly recited names one by one.
When he reached the last one, he hesitated.
Last night, someone had held a knife to his throat and threatened him: if anyone asked about Biki, he had to say she had come to the clinic a week ago and was diagnosed with a venereal disease.
Old Chalke felt that even if he told Samira the truth, this gang leader wouldn’t protect him from retaliation.
Thus, he simply gave Biki’s name.
Samira continued to ask without expression.
“Why did Biki go to see you?”
Old Chalke continued haltingly.
“She came for an examination because of itching…
She, she’s infected with a venereal disease.
It’s still in the early stages and hasn’t fully broken out yet.”
Samira didn’t speak; she just waved her hand, signaling the thug to take Old Chalke out.
She looked at the box she was stepping on, her eyes filled with venomous resentment.
She didn’t open the box.
Instead, she pushed it into a partition in the room, throwing it beside a pile of junk and leaving Biki inside to fend for herself.
The inside of the box was lined with thick down; no matter how much she struggled inside, no sound would escape.
Afterward, Samira picked up a list filled with the names of the girls at the Kingfisher Bar.
As she looked, beautiful faces flashed through her mind one after another.
Just as she was struggling to decide who to choose as tonight’s sacrifice, a knock sounded at the door.
Upon receiving her permission, Lorin walked in with a bashful-looking Levi.
The moment she saw Levi, Samira was instantly captivated by his beautiful features.
She felt that the woman before her was the most beautiful she had ever seen; even Biki paled in comparison.
On Levi’s neck, a small black bow tie radiated a charming aura, making him look very feminine.
Samira was experienced, after all, and quickly composed herself, asking expressionlessly.
“What is it?”
Lorin said with a smile.
“Madam, I have finished training Livier.
She is very obedient now, and she served the guests very well last night.”
Samira nodded approvingly, looking Levi’s graceful curves and long legs wrapped in black stockings up and down, and said with considerable appreciation.
“Good, well done.
From now on, you don’t need to supervise Livier.
Let her perform freely; we need to give newcomers some room to grow.”
“Understood,” Lorin agreed with a nod, then turned to Levi and said sternly, “You may move freely within the Kingfisher Bar, but you cannot go outside.
If you need to go out, you must ask for leave from me or the Madam.
Once you’ve worked here longer, I’ll arrange fixed holidays for you, during those few days of your monthly period.”
“Yes…”
Levi nodded submissively like a little lamb, looking quite endearing.
After giving some instructions, Lorin led Levi out of Samira’s room.
The two glanced at each other without saying anything extra and left in different directions.
Livier didn’t return to Lorin’s bedroom.
Instead, she followed a thug named Mark to a large dormitory on the first floor.
This dormitory was one of the collective residences for the girls, divided into over a dozen independent cubicles.
The girls rested here during the day and worked here at night.
Under the scrutinizing gazes of the other girls, Mark led Levi to the door of an individual cubicle and pointed.
“From now on, you’ll live here.”
Levi nodded and moved to enter, but Mark blocked the doorway, staring at Levi with lecherous eyes.
Nearby, a gaudily dressed girl walked up with a giggle, pacing back and forth to size him up, and remarked with a click of her tongue.
“The new little kingfisher probably doesn’t know the rules here yet.
Anyone who steps through this door must first let the gentlemen inspect the goods and check the quality.”
Levi understood; Mark had designs on him.
In the terms of his past life, Mark wanted to use his position to take advantage of him.
Judging by the rough way the thugs treated the girls, this seemed to be a very common occurrence.
He glanced at Mark with some disdain: ‘Tch, if we both whipped it out, who knows whose would be bigger.’
However, Levi was indeed in a bit of a dilemma.
If it were before, he would have certainly said with a cold face, “Do you know how Luca died?” or given Mark a harsh lesson.
But now, for the smooth execution of the plan, the persona he needed to play was: a submissive girl who had been well-trained by Lorin.