The beastly behavior next door still hasn't stopped. On our side, Brother Fei brought a stack of paper and said it was a contract for us to take a look at.
I took a look and it was very simple. We owed the company 800,000 yuan and we had to pay it back within the stipulated time.
The reason for the arrears is surprisingly the air fee, land fee and the like mentioned by Brother Fei.
Fei Ge shook his head and said: "Read the contract carefully. If you have any questions, you can ask them, or even not sign. I am a very generous person and I never like to force others."
He said so, but a colleague only hesitated for two seconds and received several sticks on his body.
Just say, who dares not to sign?
Although I scolded these scumbags a hundred times in my heart, I still signed with a pen.
Because I'm afraid of getting beaten.
After the contract was withdrawn, Fei Ge yawned and said slowly: "Okay, I know you are not convinced, but it doesn't matter. After three days, you will definitely be honest."
I didn't understand the meaning of these words at the time, but later I learned that for each new batch of newcomers, also known as piglets, they would first establish their authority, then torture them, and then make you willingly help them make money.
Cutting off a finger like just now is a show of authority and completely frightens us.
As for the torture, that's what happened next.
After Fei Ge left, these scum began to beat us indiscriminately!
The main method of beating was with a steel pipe, and electric batons were also used to shock you from time to time.
If you encounter resistance, the attack will be more severe!
I also received an electric baton. How do you describe that feeling?
Some people say it’s numbness all over the body, but it’s definitely more than just numbness!
It's a huge pain!
Many people experience the feeling of being pricked by a needle, a sharp pain.
And the feeling of the electric shock is like countless steel needles being inserted into every part of your body instantly!
Remember, it’s every part of your body, every inch of your skin!
That's what it feels like!
As for another female colleague, although she was not beaten with a steel pipe, she suffered the torture of an electric baton.
The two scumbags took turns shocking her, causing the female colleague to roll on the ground in pain.
The screams are endless.
Her fate would probably not be good. If Yang Mengmeng's beauty hadn't overshadowed her, she would have been the one who was violated.
Out of novelty, these scum won't let her go, it's just a matter of time.
The fight lasted about ten minutes, and all of us became honest.
They all lay on the ground, not even daring to moan.
Everyone's eyes, including mine, showed deep fear.
Seeing that we were all subdued, the bastard ordered us to line up and go out.
When I passed by the next room, the door was not closed, so I turned my head and took a look.
I first saw a high-heeled shoe thrown at the door, and then, deep in the room, Yang Mengmeng was lying on a higher table.
The black stockings on her legs were torn apart like a damaged spider web.
Her legs were tied up, her hip-covering skirt was pushed up to her waist, and she was wearing nothing on her lower body.
She just lay motionless on the table, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.
"What do you think?"
Just because I turned my head and glanced, I was hit with a stick again!
Feeling the extreme pain, my heart was extremely angry!
At that time, I really wanted to fight with these people. Anyway, if my father doesn’t kiss me and my mother doesn’t love me, I will die!
But such thoughts only lasted for a moment, and were defeated by the scene of chopping off fingers.
I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of suffering inhuman torture!
Think about it, be honest, maybe there will be a chance to escape!
Several of us were locked in a dark and damp room, except for the female colleague.
She didn't go far before she was dragged away by two thugs. She was probably destined to have a sleepless night.
There is a long steel pipe above the room, about two meters high.
These thugs handcuffed us all to the steel pipe and then closed the door.
With my height, I can still stand on the ground stably with both feet, but some shorter colleagues have to stand on tiptoes.
The room was dark, with no windows and only a ray of light coming from the crack of the door.
The ground is very wet, and from time to time you can step on a puddle or a sticky object.
Very disgusting.
Forget it was just dark and damp, the key point was that the smell inside the cabin was very stinky!
The kind of smell that cannot be described in words!
It feels like it can make people's heads dizzy.
I lifted up my T-shirt and covered my nose, trying to filter out the stench, but it didn't do much.
"Damn it! Don't let me go back! If I go back, I will kill Ding Peng! Cut him with a thousand knives! Damn his grandma!"
Realizing that the bad guy had gone away, a colleague yelled.
"What the hell is this place? Why is it so lawless? I want to go home..."
A colleague started crying while talking.
"I felt something was wrong before we got on the boat. You are idiots too, why didn't you notice anything? Why the hell did you follow us! If only one person stood up and questioned us, we wouldn't be here!"
A coworker started complaining.
"We are so stupid! Why were we fooled by Ding Peng?"
"If I could go back in time, I would beat Ding Peng half to death and then throw him into the river to feed the fish! Damn it!"
"This place is not far from the border. Maybe we can escape back!"
I didn't say anything, I just listened quietly to their curses, complaints, regrets, and longings.
Although I am young, thanks to the cold violence of my adoptive parents when I was a child, I am much calmer than the average person.
Unlike today's developed network environment, smartphones were not fully popular at that time. Who had heard of the scam park in northern Myanmar?
The impression of Southeast Asian countries such as Myanmar, Laos, and Cambodia is that they are poor and backward.
I really didn’t expect that there would be such a lawless gang.
I also want to go back, but I also know that it is difficult.
I tried to remember the road I came from and the more conspicuous buildings.
What if there is a chance to escape? Is forgetting the route a waste of time?
But when I came here, it was mostly dense jungles and unknown paths, so I really can’t remember much.
All I know is to keep going north...
Several colleagues became more and more excited as they talked, greeting Ding Peng and the ancestors of these devils many times.
At this time, a feeble voice came: "Save your strength! If the sound attracts them, they will be beaten."
Only then did I realize that there were other people locked up in the room, not far behind me.
I looked hard for a moment and saw that it was a man about the same height as me.
But he looks quite old, probably in his early fifties.
With this warning, the discussion immediately disappeared.
Obviously, these colleagues of mine have been frightened out of fear by this group of devils.
After a while, a colleague asked in a low voice: "Brother, who are you? Were you also deceived?"
The old man didn't answer, but asked us: "When did you come in?"
"Today, I came to this industrial area two hours ago."
"Are there any women here?"
"There are two."
What I said next made my heart tremble.
"Oh, no wonder, if it weren't for women, your end would be much worse than this!"
The conversation stopped for a moment, and I even heard the sound of someone swallowing.
After a while, a colleague asked tremblingly: "Is it worse than this? How miserable can it be?"
"Oh, do you know about the water prison?"
