Suddenly, a thunderous applause erupted, deafening and overwhelming.
The Guests rose to their feet, clapping wildly and cheering; some even whistled, the sharp, piercing sound filled with excitement and greed.
Mu Xi slowly opened her eyes, seeing twisted faces and pairs of eyes burning with desire.
They were like starving wolves who had spotted tender lambs, eager to rush onto the stage and tear her apart.
She stiffly stood up and bowed to the crowd, her smile more painful than tears.
It seemed she was safe, at least for now.
Her performance had won the approval of these perverted Guests.
But she also knew this was only a temporary respite; an even more terrifying fate awaited her.
The stage lights remained blinding, illuminating her entire body until she seemed translucent, like an exquisite Glass Doll, ready to shatter at any moment.
A wave of dizziness washed over her; her body wobbled, nearly collapsing on the stage.
A female staff member hurried over, her face wearing a professional smile, steadying Mu Xi’s trembling figure and expertly guiding her off the stage.
Backstage, the noise receded like the tide, leaving only an empty room and a suffocating silence.
The once lively backstage was now deserted; the others who had performed alongside her seemed to have been silently erased, leaving not a trace behind.
‘Probably all dead’, Mu Xi thought, the idea sending a chill down her spine, yet somehow she felt an eerie calm.
She approached the makeup mirror; reflected was a delicate, pale face, fragile as if it would shatter with a single touch.
She silently pressed her lips together, determined to endure.
Having come this far, there was no turning back.
At that moment, the backstage door opened, and two Women in Masks entered.
They wore tailored black suits, their figures upright and efficient.
The masks concealed their faces, revealing only cold eyes, like trained hunting dogs locked onto their prey.
“Our Master wishes to see you. Come with us,” one of the women said, her voice low and emotionless, as if reciting a cold command.
Mu Xi lifted her head, staring at their masks.
“Who is your Master?”
The two women did not answer.
They exchanged a knowing glance, then one took her left arm and the other her right, seizing Mu Xi roughly yet precisely, allowing no room for resistance.
They led Mu Xi out through the backstage’s rear exit, down a dimly lit corridor, stopping before a heavy wooden door.
The door was pushed open, revealing an extravagantly luxurious room.
The Persian Carpet was so thick and soft it seemed to swallow her feet.
Priceless oil paintings hung on the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of rich incense.
Yet, in stark contrast to this opulence, scattered throughout the room were numerous erotic implements.
Strange-looking torture devices, Chains for binding, and some objects Mu Xi couldn’t even name, emanating a nauseating aura like lurking monsters silently declaring the twisted tastes of the room’s Master.
A mere glance sent a chill shooting from her feet to the back of her head.
The two Women in Masks treated her like fragile porcelain, or a prisoner, pressing her down onto a soft, oversized bed.
The mattress gave way deeply, like a swamp swallowing her weak body, rendering her even more powerless.
“Don’t move,” one of the masked women warned coldly, her voice like metal grinding, utterly devoid of warmth.
Mu Xi nodded stiffly, her helpless eyes scanning the room.
‘Luxurious. Utterly luxurious. Every item worth a fortune.’
Yet the heavy scent in the air made her stomach churn.
Those bizarre tools lay quietly in the shadows, like venomous snakes ready to strike, radiating an unsettling atmosphere.
One masked woman turned and left, the dull thud of her heels on the Persian Carpet like the footsteps of death.
The other remained, like a cold statue, motionless as she stared at Mu Xi with eyes like a falcon fixated on its prey.
Time seemed to stretch, each second unbearably long.
Mu Xi’s heart pounded wildly; fear surged like a tidal wave.
She forced herself to calm down, clutching at the last straw like a drowning person, rapidly devising any possible escape.
About two minutes later, the door opened again.
This time, a Red Dress Lady entered.
Her gown trailed on the floor, the same color as Mu Xi’s, accentuating her seductive figure.
Her face was also masked, the material rough like some kind of animal hide, wild and untamed, revealing only a mouth painted with crimson lipstick.
The corners of her lips curled into a playful smile.
The Red Dress Lady appraised Mu Xi with interest, her eyes like one examining a priceless work of art.
“Hello.” Her voice carried a foreign accent, soft in tone but with an unquestionable command.
“I come from a distant land, an ancient family you could never imagine.”
She paused, seeming to savor the subtle changes in Mu Xi’s expression before continuing, “From the moment you stepped onto the stage, I noticed you. Like a pearl buried beneath dust, you emit a unique glow. Especially your performance… It was simply magnificent, filled with wild charm. You’ve captivated me.”
As she spoke, she slowly approached Mu Xi, her fingers lightly tracing Mu Xi’s cheek.
The touch was icy cold, like a snake’s tongue, sending shivers down her spine.
“To reward the pleasure you have given me, I have decided to ‘cherish’ you properly.”
Mu Xi clenched back her nausea and forced a stiff smile, her voice trembling slightly, “Sister, I am grateful for your praise, but I am nothing—dare not expect your reward. I hope you… can let me go.”
The Red Dress Lady laughed darkly, the sound resonating from her chest, laced with a sick excitement.
“Let you go? No, you misunderstand. This is not a request, but an order. And my ‘reward’ is something no one can refuse.”
Her smile vanished abruptly; her gaze turned cold and aggressive.
She took a bundle of ropes from one of the Women in Masks.
The material looked like some kind of Animal Tendon, emitting a faint fishy smell, entwined with some unknown black threads.
“Come, let me see you struggle. That will be far more interesting.”
The Red Dress Lady’s voice was filled with a chilling anticipation as she brandished the ropes like a venomous snake, closing in on Mu Xi step by step.
The ropes hissed softly as they rubbed through the air, like whispers from hell.
Mu Xi knew well that once bound by those ropes, no pleasant experience awaited her.
Of course, she wanted to escape—to flee this terrifying room immediately—but her frail body was like an invisible shackle, crushing every ounce of rebellion before it could even begin.
She could only stiffly stand on the overly soft bed, like a trapped beast, helplessly scanning her surroundings, desperately searching for any possible means of escape.
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