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The MC hovered in the air, helpless and nauseous, his eyes fixed on the horror unfolding below. The dim light from the dirty, flickering lamp cast grotesque shadows against the cracked walls, but none were more monstrous than the sight in front of him. The girl lay on the filthy bed, her body stretched taut by the ropes biting into her wrists, legs spread wide in a degrading position, it was a doggy style position that MC always had seen in P*n. The fat, ugly man above her moved with a twisted sense of pleasure, his grins widening with every whimper that escaped the girl's gagged mouth.

Her face was wet with tears, her body trembling in fear and humiliation. The air was thick, suffocating, filled with the rancid stench of sweat and decay. She shuddered, every nerve in her body screaming for release, for an end to this torture, but there was no escape. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, her wide eyes darting around the room as if searching for something—someone—to save her. There was nothing. Only pain.

Why is this happening? she thought, her mind clouded by agony and despair. I just wanted to live. I didn't do anything wrong. Her body convulsed as the man continued his violation, his heavy breathing filling the small room, overpowering her muffled cries. Each slap of his hand against her bare skin sent shockwaves of pain through her body, leaving red welts on her flesh that pulsed with a stinging heat. She winced, trying to pull away, but the ropes held her fast, biting deeper into her wrists and ankles.

The MC clenched his fists, his entire being shaking with revulsion. He had seen horrors before, witnessed atrocities that would haunt any man's dreams in modren TV shows, but this…this was beyond anything he could have prepared for. His stomach churned, bile rising in his throat. He wanted to intervene, to stop it, but he was nothing more than a spectator—an impotent force, bound by the rules of the System he couldn't control.

The fat bastard let out a wheezing laugh, his thick fingers groping the girl's delicate body with crude, greedy movements. His eyes gleamed with sick satisfaction, his lips curling into a grotesque sneer as he leaned in closer. He was enjoying every moment, savoring the power he held over her. She was nothing to him but an object, a toy to break.

"That's it," he whispered, his breath rancid as it hit the girl's ear. "You feel it, don't you? That's pleasure. It's written all over your face."

The girl's body jerked, her muffled screams growing louder. She could feel the full weight of her captor's cruelty, and it was crushing her, soul and body. Her mind screamed for mercy, for someone to intervene, but her voice was trapped behind the dirty gag shoved deep into her mouth. She couldn't fight back. She could only endure.

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The fat bastard rubbing his lil veasly dick pressing on her back with a snister grin and a laugh 'Here I come my sweetheart' putting his raging dick in that delicate pure hearted girl who didn't know the horrors of Men trembling shaking as he put his ugly dick in her vagina she screams violently but her voice was mumbled by the gagged in her mouth the pain she was feeling it was just an amusement for that fat bastard, he starts trashing his dick in her violently drooling like a dog not a slightly care of the pain she was feeling as her vergity was stolen from her, her whole world was crumbling in front of her like the human skin is peeling of her.

The pain it was unimaginable nothing can describe the intensity of the sharp pain she was feeling, her insides were raging in fire screaming but that ugly bastard was feeling more amused thrashing more violently spanking her ass she was trembling every time his hand touch her skin she trembles as some lightning struck her it was really heart wrenching.

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Her vision blurred from the relentless flow of tears, her thoughts spiraling into darkness. Am I going to die here? Like this? Is this what I am now? Every movement of his, every degrading whisper in her ear, chipped away at her soul. The humiliation was worse than the physical pain—her dignity stripped from her, her body no longer hers to protect. It was broken, violated, and all she could do was exist in the torment.

Above, the MC shook his head violently, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he thought it might burst. I can't look, he told himself. I have to look away. But his eyes were glued to the scene, horror rendering him immobile, paralyzing him with guilt. He was a god in so many ways in this world, yet here, now, he was nothing but a spectator to a hell he couldn't influence. The helplessness ate at him, clawing at his sanity. Why can't I do something? His mind raced for a solution, but it all ended in the same bitter realization. He had no power here.

"You're going to remember this," the fat man growled, licking his lips with sickening pleasure. "I'll make sure of it."

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He stops thrashing his dick insider her and let it out, it was a lil relief he planned before the hell he was gonna show as she started thinking maybe maybe its all over maybe she doesn't have to endure this anymore thier was a hope a sense of relife was coming but as she indulge on those thoughts, he put his finger inside her vagina once again ' I'm gonna start again my love'. The thoughts of relife the hope it was crashed by the slow whisper on her ear, she was stuck with the reality that she can't EXCAPE from this hell this reality of her life but it was just a start of a more horrible and cruel dream.

That ugly bastard as he was putting his fingers on her vagina he started laughing in pleasure ' yes.. yes.. thats the face I wanna see, now I'm gonna show you real heaven', as he said that he pull her hairs strongly with his hand making her head to face upward towards the ceiling and putting his ugly lil dick in her ass hole not in her vagina but in her asshole she screams shaking trembling eyes gone white tears wetting her whole face the pain of her body tearing apart, it was unbearable, but he didn't stop thrashing more then ever in her ass forcing it as it was stuck on something pressing his whole body onto her reaching the deepest part of her, her brain stops it can't process the pain that was coming to her but he was smirking laughing in pleasure humping like a dog in heat nothing more nothing less.

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The girl's body tensed under the weight of his assault, her sobs turning into strangled gasps as the pain reached its peak. The fat man grunted, his body pressing harder against her, laughing as her body convulsed involuntarily under him. His pleasure fed off her suffering, the sound of her gagged cries driving him deeper into his depravity. He was drunk on her pain, savoring every twitch of her muscles, every tear that slid down her cheeks. He reveled in the way her body responded, forced into submission, unable to escape his control.

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"You're mine now," he said, his voice low and menacing. "No one will save you."

Her soul felt fractured, shattered beyond repair. The overwhelming sense of defeat settled in her chest like a heavy weight. No one will save me, she thought. This is it. I'm broken. The numbness began to set in, her mind retreating from the horror, retreating from the unbearable reality of what was happening to her. She closed her eyes, wishing for the darkness to swallow her whole, wishing for it all to end.

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The fat old bastard didn't stop thier but picked an old worn out lamp from the wall and starts dripping the hot oil on her bare back and screamm 'yeahssss... How are you feelimg my love, isn't it fantastic how you pressing your pu**y to my dick so much as the oil drips isn't it wonderful oh yeahhh'.

He keeps dripping the hot oil on her body thier was pure madness in his eyes nothimg can stop him from his cruelty, no on was thier to save that lil girl.

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The MC felt his entire body shudder with revulsion. He wanted to scream, to tear the walls down and drag the bastard off her, but he knew he couldn't. The rules of this world held him at bay, a bystander to an atrocity he couldn't stop. His hands twitched in helpless fury, and the raw, sickening guilt gnawed at his insides. I'm a coward, he thought, his mind racing with self-loathing. I'm a fucking coward.

But the fat bastard below didn't care about anyone's feelings but his own. His grunts filled the room, his grotesque form moving with increasing aggression as he reached the peak of his disgusting pleasure. He licked his lips, his hands gripping her skin with the force of a man completely drunk on power.

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He continues his assault on her putting the hot oil on her bare butt puting his lil ugly dick on her ass and when he feels bored he puts in her vagina just making sure that he will get pure pleasure and nothing else matters..

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The girl had gone silent, her body limp, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of her tormentor's cruelty. There was no fight left in her—only resignation, only a broken shell where a person had once been.

The hallway was filled with the echoing voices of the men, their argument rising in volume. The MC, pulling himself away from the unspeakable horrors unfolding in the room behind him, floated back toward the front of the hallway, seething with anger and disgust. His chest felt tight, every nerve in his body tingling with the urge to intervene, but the brutal reality of his helplessness gnawed at him.

I can't stop this, he thought, grinding his teeth. I'm powerless in this fucking place.

At the door to the boss's chamber, two burly guards blocked the way, their arms crossed and expressions set in stone. The man who had dragged Rade here, Jackal, was arguing with them, his voice a growl of frustration. His one good eye gleamed with impatience, his hand twitching as if ready to fight.

"You don't understand," Jackal snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I've got something the boss is gonna want to see. Let me through!"

One of the guards, a hulking brute with scars covering his face, took a step forward, towering over Jackal. "I don't care who you are or what you've got," he said coldly. "The boss said no disturbances."

Jackal's lips curled into a sneer. "You think he'll be happy when he finds out you stopped me from delivering this?" He jerked his thumb at the sack slung over his shoulder, the weight of Rade's small, bound form shifting inside it.

"It's the girl's little brother. You know, the one with the crimson eyes? Boss's been looking for him."

The second guard, a tall man with a thick beard, shook his head. "The boss is busy. You'll wait until he says otherwise."

As the argument escalated, the voices growing louder and more heated, a deep, heavy voice suddenly cut through the noise like a blade through flesh. It came from behind the thick door, carrying with it a weight of authority that made every man in the hallway freeze in place.

"What is this ruckus outside my door?" the voice rumbled, its tone calm but filled with an underlying threat. The kind of voice that demanded obedience.

The guards stiffened, exchanging nervous glances. One of them turned to the door, knocking twice before answering. "Apologies, boss," he said hastily. "Some random thug showed up saying he had something important for you."

The door remained silent for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air. Then, from behind the heavy wood, the voice spoke again, quieter now but no less commanding. "Bring him in."

Jackal, grinning in triumph, stepped forward quickly. "Boss, it's me—Jackal," he said, his voice filled with the glee of someone who thought they had struck gold. "I've brought the girl's brother. The one with the crimson eyes."

Another silence followed, thicker and more ominous than before. The MC hovered above them, his heart pounding with dread. He knew something terrible was coming, but he couldn't stop it. I have to watch this play out, he thought bitterly.

Finally, the boss's voice came again, this time with the unmistakable finality of a command. "Wait outside until I call for you."

Jackal's face twisted in frustration, but he had no choice but to obey. He took a step back, clutching the sack with Rade inside a little tighter. The guards stood their ground, their expressions stony as ever.

The MC could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on him. Whatever was going to happen next, it wouldn't be good.

The room was dimly lit, the scent of expensive cigars and alcohol heavy in the air. The boss, a small man with sharp, lustful eyes, sat behind a lavish desk, rubbing his hands together in amusement. His short stature was almost comical, no taller than Rade himself, but the scar running from his head to his chin gave him an air of menace. He looked eager, anticipating something valuable.

In front of him, two figures in dark hoods sat silently. Their faces were completely obscured by shadows, and no feature could be discerned. Their presence was unnerving, like they were specters, their very existence uncertain.

The boss, speaking in a tone of sickening deference, addressed the hooded figures. "As you heard, sirs, we have the girl's little brother. So, about our deal..." His voice was thick with greed, his fingers twitching slightly as he rubbed his hands together.

One of the hooded men finally spoke, his voice cold and devoid of any humanity. It was impossible to tell which one was speaking; the sound seemed to come from both at once, or perhaps from the air itself. "You will get your package."

The boss's eyes lit up with anticipation. "And the boy?"

There was a pause before the voice answered, this time with a hint of irritation. "We will collect him when the package arrives."

The boss, sensing the impatience, quickly bowed his head. "Yes, yes, of course, sirs. The boy will be ready. The package will be here tomorrow."

The hooded figures stood in unison, their movements unnervingly fluid, like shadows come to life. "We will return," one of them said in a voice that sent chills down the spine, before both of them turned and disappeared from the room as if they had never been there at all. Their presence had been eerie, and as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.

The boss let out a wheezing laugh once they had left. "Jackal, get in here!" he shouted.

Jackal, who had been standing just outside the door, rushed in, still carrying the sack with Rade inside. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was to come, then bowed his head slightly, not daring to fully kneel before the boss.

The boss's sharp eyes gleamed as he motioned for Jackal to lean in. "You've done well," he said with a grin, patting Jackal's shoulder in a mock show of approval. "Go, enjoy the night with one of the boys in the house. Take your pick."

Jackal, though hesitant, forced a grin. "Thank you, boss. Thank you." His voice was low, and it was clear he was eager to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Before he could leave, the boss's voice turned sharp. "But leave the child in the cell. Put him with the other girls. Make sure he doesn't escape."

Jackal froze for a moment, fear flickering in his eyes, but then he quickly nodded. "Yes, boss. I'll make sure he doesn't get out."

The boss waved him off, and Jackal hurried from the room, the sack on his back shifting slightly as Rade stirred inside.

From above, the MC watched, his anger bubbling up with every word exchanged. This bastard, he thought, watching the boss's smug, greedy face as he leaned back in his chair. The MC's fists clenched, the helplessness overwhelming him, but he knew he had to stay focused. He followed Jackal as the man moved through the dark hallways of the underground complex, making his way toward the cells.

The further they went, the more unsettling the atmosphere became. The distant sounds of crying and muffled screams echoed through the damp, narrow corridors. Jackal descended a set of stone steps, each one taking him deeper into the heart of the twisted world these people operated in.

At last, they reached the cells—dark, cold, and reeking of decay.