Chapter 2 Sold into Mambia

She could still hear the voices from back then. "The eldest daughter of the Sue family — who would've thought? She killed her brother’s fiancée just because she was afraid James would stop liking her once he had Stella." "So vicious. She actually burned Stella alive!" "She was never a good person anyway, always jealous of Elsa being better at everything, always ganging up with others to bully Elsa at school. The only reason it didn’t come out earlier was because she was the Sue family's long-lost daughter." "Stella was going to be her sister-in-law. She was even jealous of her own sister-in-law — how shameless! She should've gotten the death penalty." "An eye for an eye! A life for a life!" In court, everyone pointed fingers and hurled insults at her. Windy’s hollow, despairing gaze swept across the people in the room. Her parents. Her sister. Her fiancé. Her best friend. The people she trusted the most... Standing on their moral high ground, they denounced her every supposed crime. Her mother sobbed and begged for her death — all because her supposed sins would ruin Elsa’s future. Windy had defended herself over and over. She hadn’t killed anyone — it was Elsa! Elsa was the real murderer! But against the overwhelming evidence, no one believed her. They accused her of slandering her innocent sister. They said the Sue family couldn’t possibly have such a malicious daughter. Those who once feared her condemned her. Those who once loved her wanted her dead. ... Night fell. A black Santana pulled up beside the trash bins. A few burly men got out, quickly tossed the sleeping woman into a sack, and hauled her into the car. Half-conscious, she heard a familiar voice. "Dear Windy, I didn’t think you’d get out so soon. I came to pick you up personally, so you can enjoy yourself. Oh, by the way, forgot to mention — everyone who cared about you is dead now. Dead! Morgan is my husband now. Mm, I can't stand your disgusting face, so I'm sending you somewhere nice... to slowly enjoy yourself... hahaha... Mm, looks like your prison life treated you pretty well, huh? You actually managed to survive..." Windy struggled to speak, but no sound came out of her throat. Listening to the woman’s bloodthirsty laughter, Windy wanted to pounce on her, tear her apart with her bare hands. But her consciousness slipped away. Her arms fell limp. She blacked out completely. ... A year and a half later. Mambia, overseas. In a cold, damp basement, Windy sat on the ground, staring blankly. Flies buzzed around her. She hadn’t bathed in years. The stench from her body was unbearable. Elsa had sold her to Mambia. It was a living hell. She had seen it with her own eyes — one moment, someone was alive; the next, they were chopped into pieces. The monsters here were insane, digging through mutilated limbs to find the organs they wanted. When she first arrived, she and a dozen other women had been crammed into one room, stripped of everything. Every woman’s first step here was to become a man's plaything. Windy had fought back with all her might. She bit through her own tongue to commit suicide. Her tongue was severed — but she didn’t die. They dragged her into a dark room and beat her within an inch of her life. She wanted to die, but they refused to let her. The leader had said that someone had paid them to make sure she was used and tortured without mercy — not killed. Every month, they received ten million to "take good care" of her. She knew exactly who that person was. Who else but Elsa? Elsa wanted to crush her dignity, stomp her into the mud forever. Elsa, you did it. At last. Windy had contracted AIDS. When she saw the disgust and hatred in the men’s eyes, Windy laughed. She hadn’t expected that what would finally give her a quick death would be AIDS. So many men every day — she cursed every one of them to die the same way. ... A few days later. The death she had hoped for never came. Afraid of infection, they dumped her into a dark, filthy basement. Normally, someone infected would have been tossed into a machine and ground into pulp. But someone had ordered her kept alive — even if diseased, she had to suffer. Windy thought maybe, finally, she could be freed. At least without medication, she would die faster. And if she didn’t get her revenge in life, she would come back as a ghost to haunt them. But she underestimated how ugly people could be. A few thugs dragged her into a room filled with medical equipment. Inside were two men in white lab coats, both wearing masks. The thugs threw Windy into a vat of chemical liquid. One of the men in the white coats waved for them to leave. The thugs filed out and shut the door. One man, with large eyes, stepped forward. He looked at Windy, terrified and full of hatred, floating in the tank — and his eyes lit up with excitement. He was Knives, one of Mambia’s underground doctors. The other was Wolf. Knives and Wolf specialized in organ harvesting and dissection — and experimenting with different drugs. Knives smirked as he looked down at Windy, who was close to death. "This is her? What a shame — caught AIDS. Otherwise, the boys could’ve had more fun." Wolf, standing beside him, nodded. "Time's up. Pull her out." Knives, wearing gloves, hauled Windy out of the vat and tossed her onto a freezing surgical table. Windy made muffled noises, her body twisting weakly. She knew what people here were capable of. She had some idea of what they were about to do. But she was still afraid of the pain. The blade sliced through her clothes, revealing pale skin. "Wow," Knives marveled. "That skin’s still so smooth. My potion really is a miracle — it can restore skin’s youth in just a minute. This is a masterpiece, Wolf. I'm going to test it on a few more subjects." Knives admired her body like a piece of art, his expression darkening when he saw her missing limbs. Only when he looked at her flawless skin did his eyes light up again, full of twisted pride. Wolf didn’t answer. He pressed down lightly on her abdomen, frowning with a trace of regret. "If she hadn’t miscarried a year ago, that little life would’ve been born by now. Keep a close watch on Subjects Three and Four. No accidents." Knives grinned evilly, twirling the scalpel across Windy’s face. "Don’t worry. Ten months from now, it’ll be a perfectly healthy baby." Baby. Windy shut her eyes in despair. These monsters were going to experiment on babies... When had they decided to start with babies? Windy didn’t know. Six months after she was sold to Mambia, she had gotten pregnant. Pregnancy was forbidden here. The women were just toys for the men — and disposable lab rats for the black-market doctors. A child would disrupt everything. After she miscarried, they removed her uterus. Every day after, she didn’t even know how many monsters she was forced to endure. Because she fought back the hardest, she was labeled as disobedient. They sawed off her legs — while she was fully conscious, without anesthetic. She passed out from the pain. Ten days later, they cut off her fingers — one by one — over the course of ten days. The pain was so intense that she convulsed nonstop. Twelve days after that, her arms were fed to attack dogs...