Chapter 244

After witnessing the scene through the half-open door of that room, Giselle hurriedly tore her gaze away. Her scalp prickled, and her hands and feet turned ice cold. However, she didn't dare do anything; she could only keep walking in the direction the men ordered. Passing other rooms, she caught more glimpses of the women inside through the doors that were left ajar. They lay limp on moldy beds, their eyes dulled to nothing but numb, hopeless submission. They reminded her of lambs awaiting slaughter, silent and full of despair. Giselle had only ever read about the dark underworld of sex trafficking in these regions online. Even then, she had thought those articles and grainy pictures were unthinkable. Now that she was experiencing it firsthand, she realized the reality was far more horrific than anything the news had revealed. Calling it hell on earth felt like an understatement. Eventually, the men escorting them brought the group of newly purchased young women to the third flo