My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: 238/Flashback (12)

Chapter 238: The Slaughterhouse of Dignity (Flashback 23 Years Ago)

Author’s POV

Morgan ignored her question entirely while Meredith froze in place. A bone-chilling cold swept through her veins as her eyes darted around that dark club, which reeked of sweat, cheap liquor, and raw, unfiltered lust.

This was no ordinary club; it was a slaughterhouse for dignity, where bodies were treated as nothing more than shared pieces of meat.

In the center of the hall, under dim red lights that heightened the brutality of the scene, she saw a man fucking a completely naked girl right on top of the bar counter in front of everyone. The onlookers crowded around them, touching their bodies and cheering them on with filthy words and hysterical laughter. Privacy was non-existent; every corner was a stage for a live, sickening performance.

Meredith gasped as she spotted another woman on her knees in the middle of the aisle, licking a large man’s dick while he gripped her hair ruthlessly, shoving his head deep into her mouth with violence. Passersby rubbed their bodies against her with total indifference.

The "squelching" sounds of colliding flesh, combined with the moans of women and the grunts of men, filled the air with a noise that made Meredith gag with nausea.

Her eyes fell upon a raised wooden bed in the corner, where a girl was being fucked by two men simultaneously. One was thrusting his dick into her pussy with primal force, while the other stood behind her, invading her anus. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain under the watchful eyes of the spectators, who reached out to fiddle with her hard nipples.

Girls wandered through the club naked, their pussies displayed like cheap commodities for any passerby to touch impudently. Meredith watched as men ejaculated hot semen onto the girls’ faces and the floor, where it was trampled by feet amidst the roar of violent music.

Meredith turned toward Morgan, her eyes overflowing with tears of terror and shock. "Morgan... please, let’s get out of here," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This place... they’re having sex in front of people! They are animals!"

But Morgan didn’t answer. He looked at her with a glacial stare, devoid of any mercy, as if his features were telling her that her turn in this public display was fast approaching and that all her elegance and high heels were merely preparation for her to be the next victim among this hungry pack.

Morgan took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke coldly into her face. "Didn’t you ask me for money?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Didn’t you ask if you had slept with me for free? Well, I’m granting your wish, ’Violet’... Here, money flows like blood, and the customers are never satisfied."

He grabbed her jaw with a force that made her teeth clatter together, twisting her head to force her to watch a drunken man emptying his semen onto the body of a woman lying on the floor, while others surrounded her, waiting for their turn.

Morgan continued coldly, "Look closely... these are your new customers. Here, you won’t pay for your beauty; you’ll pay for your lies with every inch of your body. You wanted to be a whore? I’ll make you the most famous whore in this filthy club."

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