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墨書 Inktalez
Every time I heard the desperate cries of the victims on the other end of the phone, a wave of self-loathing washed over me. But soon enough, I had to dive into the next scam targeting another "mark."
Gradually, I got to know a few like-minded "colleagues." Xiaoyu, the girl who had asked on her first day if she could go home, became my closest friend. She was always silently crying, yet forced herself to keep working.
Then there was A Qiang, a former programmer who had been lured in by gambling debts. He was skilled with computers and handled some technical support tasks here.
As days turned into weeks, I witnessed the brutal re A Li ty of our situation. One day, my roommate Xiaozhang hadn’t completed his scamming tasks for three consecutive days.
On the fourth morning, he was dragged out to the yard and beaten in front of everyone. After being punched and kicked, they poured a bucket of ice water over him and tossed his barely conscious body back into the dormitory. We were all warned that this was the fate of failures.
Even more terrifying was what happened last month. A guy named A Cai tried to escape by climbing over the wall under the cover of night but was caught and brought back the next day. The boss ordered him to be beaten as an example for everyone.
I will never forget that scene—A Cai was beaten until he was covered in blood and eventually stopped breathing. His body was left in the yard to be exposed to the sun all day as a warning to anyone thinking about escaping.
These images often replayed in my dreams, and I knew that if I didn’t find a way to escape, I would eventually meet the same fate.
One night, Xiaoyu, A Qiang, and I secretly gathered together.
"I can't take it anymore," Xiaoyu whispered through her tears. "I feel like I'm going insane."
A Qiang sighed, "I understand. But what can we do right now? There are cameras and guards everywhere; escaping is impossible."
I clenched my fists. "There has to be a way. We can't just give up like this."
Just then, the door suddenly swung open. We were startled into silence. A tall, slender middle-aged man walked in, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.
"I am Shento," he introduced himself, his voice deep, "the second-in-command of the organization."
Shento appeared to be in his early forties, tall and lean, exuding a shrewdness that was palpable. His eyes were peculiar; his left eye was slightly crossed, giving him an eerie look as if he were watching you while also observing something else.
He had a habit of lightly tapping his fingers on the table as he spoke, the rhythm slow yet forceful, creating an unintentional sense of pressure.
Despite claiming to be the second-in-command, I sensed from the fearful glances of others that his position in the organization was likely more significant than that. He possessed a contradictory nature—elegant yet ruthless, with a smile that was inviting yet chilling.
We stared at him in terror, unsure of how much of our conversation he had overheard.
A strange smile curled at the corners of Shento's mouth. "I know what you're thinking. But let me tell you, there's no escaping from here. However..." He paused meaningfully, "if you truly want to change your situation, perhaps we can cooperate."
We exchanged glances, bewildered by Shento's intentions. Yet I had a nagging feeling that this might be our only chance.
"What kind of cooperation?" I asked cautiously.
Shento smiled mysteriously. "It's not time to tell you yet. Just focus on your work, and when the moment is right, I will come back for you."
With that, he turned and left, leaving the three of us staring at each other in uncertainty.
I didn't know what Shento's true motives were, but I understood that in this vortex of crime, we might have just grasped a lifeline. Regardless, we had to survive and wait for our opportunity.
Thus, amidst the condemnation of deceit and conscience, and a glimmer of hope for the future, we continue this Inhuman Life. Each day, we await the chance to escape, while simultaneously sinking deeper into this abyss of sin.
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