C1 Article 1

Every night, I put on thick makeup, dressed in the sexiest dress, wandering in the most bustling places, smiling hypocritically at those rich men, if they are happy, they will give me a lot of tips. If they are unhappy, it is common to pour wine and apologize.

Every night, I drink until I am dizzy and drunk to death.

I thought this was my destiny. Perhaps in this lifetime, the most beautiful years of my life would be wasted here.

You probably guessed what I did, right?

No one was born to like doing this. Everyone had their own reasons to join this profession. I am not the first, nor am I the last.

My name is Yu Xiang'er. Originally, I was working in the Yanhuang on the local bar street. During the day, I was sleeping in, and at night, I was dealing with all kinds of pickled pig customers in the bar. I was selling drinks, and I received a small salary. At one time, I thought that my life would continue like this.

Until one day, I offended someone.

Although the 'Yanhuang' was a bar night scene, there were all kinds of people mixed in. There were all kinds of entertainment activities that could be found everywhere. Moreover, the boss had a certain background. Even if the police came to clean up the place, they would still be able to live safely. Therefore, the business here was full every night.

There is a customer who spends hundreds of thousands of yuan in our bar every month. His nickname is Tiger Head. As his name suggests, he is rich and powerful, but he has a violent temper and a perverted personality. I heard that he likes to abuse underage girls. He is very famous in our area, and no one dares to provoke him.

Tiger Head is generous, and I heard that he is not interested in women who have opened their buds. So even if he has a bad temper, the sisters in the bar still like to go to his private room.

That was the first time I went to Tiger Head's private room. There was a sister who had menstruation and it was inconvenient for her to drink, so she asked me to take her place.

I don't know where Tiger Head trained his Fiery Golden Eyes, but he could tell that my body was clean and that I wasn't touched by anyone.

He forcefully brought me out of the arena, so naturally, I wasn't willing. He raised his hand and gave me a burning slap.

At that time, in the private room. They were so scared that they didn't dare to help me. Tiger Head reeked of alcohol. He pulled open his shirt collar and pressed me down on the sofa.

I was frightened. I knew that I would be budded sooner or later if I worked here, but I never thought that it would be so soon. I always wanted to preserve my last bit of self-esteem.

"Damn it, a pheasant still dares to pretend to be pure? I'm f * cking you because I think highly of you." The tiger head crudely tore my clothes apart. When he saw my black bra exposed in the air, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Brother Tiger Head, it's my fault. Please calm down. Why don't I drink a few bottles with you? You don't need to remember me." I was suppressed by him until I couldn't breathe. The anger in his pants was arrogant. I looked at the other sisters in despair, hoping they could save me.

They avoided my gaze and didn't dare to make a sound. No one could save me.

When Tiger Head heard me begging for mercy, his eyes were filled with excitement. His turbid aura was mixed with the smell of alcohol that soared to the sky.

"Scream! Scream a few more times. This old man likes to hear a little slut like you scream. The louder you scream, the better this old man feels!"

He poured a bottle of wine on me like a madman. None of the people present dared to make a move. The people who came with him were exceptionally excited as they jeered by the side.

"Boss, you've used up all of it. Give me a few of them and I'll have some fun too."

Tears mixed with wine flowed down the corners of my eyes. I bit my lips tightly to prevent myself from crying out loud. I know that at this moment, no one can save me anymore.