My Realistic Adult Game-Chapter 139 - 68: Purgatory—Tonight, This Place Will Be Bathed in Blood

Chapter 139: Chapter 68: Purgatory—Tonight, This Place Will Be Bathed in Blood

OH my god! Duke looked at me in surprise.

This bastard actually managed to get a date with a woman, Kenny did nothing.

She wants to go somewhere, and asks him to join her, isn’t that telling us she wants to sleep with Kenny?

Duke looked at me, feeling miserable. He invited three girls to drink, chat, displaying his charm and humor, what did Kenny do? Nothing!

"I’m free tonight, what about you?" Another black-haired woman held a beer, looking at me.

You’re free, what’s it got to do with me?

I looked at her awkwardly.

Duke showed me a disinterested expression. Another girl wants to get into bed with Kenny?

Is there any humanity left?

He’s done nothing.

Dina smiled at her friend beside her, biting her lip, "Kenny, you like wearing black outerwear, I bet your underwear isn’t black."

What the fuck?

Duke glanced at Dina, then back at me, guessing someone’s underwear color is a sexual hint, the result of the guess isn’t important, but rather their interest in your body.

This is a private topic, also hinting at physical contact.

The three girls were all teasing Kenny.

Teasing Kenny right in front of Duke.

Duke looked awful, full of disdain.

"I really have a place I want to go." I’m planning to head to the Zone 7 building, maybe Martina’s there; I promised Ella I’d do it.

"We also have a place we want to go." The three girls laughed simultaneously.

One king, three queens? Fucking god!

Duke felt the blow.

"Does the place you’re going have sweat and hormones?" Dina looked at me with interest, fingers caressing the bottle mouth, eyes fixed on my cheeks.

"Yes."

"Wow, is it a place where men and women have fun?"

It’s a brothel, she’s right, it is a place where men and women have fun.

I nodded in agreement, "Yes!" I couldn’t say I was going there because Cucuta Group had many eyes locally, if I mentioned the place, they’d quickly trace clues about me.

"That’s great!" The three girls looked at me with interest, seemingly saying, let’s go have fun.

Duke covered his head, patting my shoulder, handing me the car keys, "Buddy, go have fun. Enjoy yourself."

Mother fucker!

I leaned close to Duke’s ear, "Give me a silencer."

"WHAT?" Duke gaped at me, fuck pussy doesn’t require a silencer, it’s not a dildo, "Are you serious?" Duke understood, I wasn’t going for fun.

"Yes!"

Duke pulled out a silencer from his suit pocket, passed it under the table to me.

He looked at the three lustful women with a peculiar expression; they misunderstood.

I put away the silencer, placing down 60 US dollars, "You all have fun."

Watching me leave, the three girls seemed disappointed, while Duke’s worry increased.

Tanzande District 7 at night is a slum area, with low buildings like dense bumps sprouting on the ground, surrounded by numerous alleys, narrow, dim, without lighting.

Street lamps on the roads are far apart, vision is blurry.

meters away is an inland river, the river about 15 meters wide, the opposite bank is Venezuela.

The complexity here surpasses Juarez, Nuevo Laredo, and Tijuana, besides gangs, smugglers, drug lords, there are also anti-government militias, not only Colombian but also Venezuelan opposition groups.

Various forces entwined, it’s truly a borderless zone.

Walking along the riverside, I saw a two-story building, like a supermarket or warehouse.

Looked very rundown, without obvious signage, no neon lights.

At the entrance stood a man with a crew cut and a tattoo on his neck.

Men entered and exited the building, young ones, middle-aged, even elderly with graying hair.

They go in happy, and talk about women’s butts and breasts as they leave.

I walked up, the man at the door glanced at me, pushed the door open, motioned me to go in.

In the entrance hall was a bar counter, a middle-aged fat man watched a match on TV and, seeing me, patted the bar counter, "1st floor 30 US dollars, 2nd floor 50!"

I put down 60 US dollars on the counter, the fat man happily picked up the money and pointed at the cabinet beside the counter.

"There are condoms and toys there, you can choose yourself."

I glanced at the shelf, there are dildos and vibrators.

The stairs to the 2nd floor are at the deepest part of the 1st floor, the 1st floor hallway had three thugs.

Both sides of the hallway had over 10 cubicles, partitioned with wooden boards, the door had a curtain, no door; some curtains were lowered, inside were men’s curses and women’s moans.

"OH!"

"AH!"

Moans filled the whole floor, walking past the cubicles, I could see scenes inside through the curtain, it’s just a simple mattress, on which a woman lay or sat.

Some of them smoked, others were dazed.

The floor had many cigarette butts and condoms, the cubicles were filled with various pungent smells.

This is a gang-controlled brothel, ordinary people simply can’t imagine.

The environment harsh, hygiene poor, these women’s expressions dull, like soulless puppets.

Many of them didn’t even wear bras, naked because they had no time to rest, a 24-hour sex convenience store, can you imagine?

No, ordinary people can’t imagine, it’s the darkest side of the world.

I stepped up to the 2nd floor, here besides moans, were more shouts, genuine cries of pain.

"Don’t hit me, please!"

"Ahh ahh ahh!"

Such pleading filled the 2nd floor.

I even saw two men happily walk into the same cubicle, then crying sounds came from inside.

This is the floor for indulging bestial desires, far scarier than downstairs, the extra 20 US dollars meant you could torment any woman here.

I one by one drew the curtains, in cubicles with people, women looked at me dully, some women even showed fear when seeing me.

"Damn bastard, what are you looking at?"

Some cubicle men would curse at me.

I reached the last corner, standing at the cubicle’s entrance.

On the mattress lay a skinny girl, her ribs protruded, frail like a long-term malnourished refugee.

The girl stared at the ceiling, eyes vacant, legs spread, covered in semen and bruises, she was long-term abused.

Her arms and thighs had many cigarette burns, even festering infections.

The girl had a star cross tattoo on her belly.

I stepped into the cubicle, lowered the curtain, the girl didn’t look at me.

Just lay there quietly like a corpse on the filthy mattress.

I squatted down looking at Martina, her arms and thighs had many needle marks; she’d been long-term injected with drugs, controlled by them.

"Martina, is it you?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Hearing her name, the vacant-eyed girl gained some spirit, she turned her head to look at me with difficulty, slowly parted her lips.

"Who are you?"

"I’m a friend of Ella."

"Ella?" Martina closed her eyes, lashes trembling.

Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. "Thank God, she’s okay."

"Yes, she’s okay."

The girl slowly reached out her hand.

I tightly held her hand, missing two nails, her fingers’s dried blood had become black.

My body trembled.

Her body so weak, perhaps even infected with disease, but illness couldn’t compare to her mental and physical torment.

"Thank you for coming."

"I’ll take you away."

Martina’s expressionless face showed a smile. "Thank you, can you help me?"

"Yes, what do you want?"

The girl seemed to summon courage, closed her eyes, "Kill me!"

"WHY? You can start anew."

Martina laughed. "My family’s all dead because of me, I have no courage to live, nor do I want to. You can’t imagine what I’ve been through, every night I’d think of suicide, but I couldn’t, needed to live, or my family and friends would be harmed; now, I have nothing, death isn’t scary, it’s the best thing.

I’m a coward, I have no courage, help me!"

I took a deep breath, looking at the ceiling, she couldn’t go on, even if saved, she’d commit suicide, she already didn’t want to live.

Living was more frightening than death for her.

"I beg you!"

I turned to look at the curtain, body trembling, it’s the first time someone begged me to kill them.

I am Miami’s butcher, Kenny Clark, those who plead with me are all hoping I’d give them a chance, now, I hesitated.

"I beg you, I’ll pray for you in hell."

I turned my head, caressing Martina, "Rest, I swear to God tonight, this place will be dyed in blood, death will walk with you!"