1 Mid-wedding, the ring bearer, my older sister, Sarah, suddenly collapsed before me, frantically bowing her head to the ground, her voice raw. “Lily, please, give Eddy back to me! I did as you said, I slept with those thirty lowlifes. Please, just let me go!” My fiancé, Eddy Kingston, exploded. He immediately called off the wedding, then had his men drag me to ‘The Pit’ to pay for my sins. For two agonizing months, I was forced to ‘entertain’ clients almost non-stop. My body became a canvas of bruises and cuts, a landscape of agony. My legs… they were utterly broken, twisted in ways they weren’t meant to be, a twisted testament to their cruelty. Then, finally, Eddy remembered me. But I could only lower my head, numb and distant, automatically dropping to my knees at his feet, my trembling fingers already reaching, expertly, for the buttons on his shirt… When I stumbled out of The Pit, my body contorted in unnatural ways, Eddy Kingston was already waiting. My former rival-turned-fiancé, Leo Thorne, was right there beside him, phone held high, live-streaming, capturing every humiliating detail of my soiled, broken form. “Tsk, Lily,” Leo sneered, “finally out? Want to spend a few more months in The Pit? Haven’t paid enough for your sins, have you?” The familiar voice sent a tremor through my frame. I bit down hard, suppressing the metallic taste of blood that surged to my throat, then instinctively, skillfully, dropped to my knees at Eddy’s feet, my trembling fingers already reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Those two months had etched a new reality into my bones. The room had been plastered with Eddy’s photos, his cold, cutting voice looped endlessly, day and night, while nameless faces came and went, a constant, dehumanizing carousel. Eventually, whenever Eddy’s voice pierced the air, my body would instinctively begin to shed my clothes. I’d learned. I’d adapted. This was simply how it was. As my fingers reached the third button, Eddy slapped my hand away. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his, a dark fury simmering in his gaze. “Lily Vance, are you out of your mind?!” My body instinctively recoiled, the memory of past beatings for disobedience flashing through my mind. But then I pushed myself back towards him, my voice a broken whisper. “No, please, don’t hit me. I’ll obey. I’ll do whatever you want. I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hurt anyone. I confess…” Eddy stared, a flicker of something in his eyes before it morphed into utter disgust. “What new act is this? Playing the victim? It was just two months in The Pit! With your connections, who would dare touch you? Lily Vance, drop the act!” Leo Thorne, still live-streaming, doubled over in cruel laughter. He maliciously patted my head, then aimed his phone back at my face. “Lily Vance, your acting skills have really improved, haven’t they? You like taking off your clothes, right? Come on, strip for the camera! Let the whole Metropolis get a good look at the little princess’s figure!” The old Lily Vance would have shattered a wine bottle over Leo’s head. But now, I merely turned, a vacant, mechanical smile plastered on my face, and resumed unbuttoning the few remaining fasteners on my clothes, obligingly facing his camera. The proud, defiant Lily Vance had been utterly destroyed in those two months, utterly destroyed by Eddy Kingston’s own hand. When I first entered The Pit, I’d smashed a camera that was filming me. For that, I was beaten for three agonizing days, then tossed into the back alley. My stomach gnawed with hunger, I had to fight stray dogs for scraps, for dead rats. One night, I got lucky. A client fell asleep, and I secretly grabbed his phone to call Eddy, begging him to save me. But his voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “Lily, you’re being disobedient. Compared to what Sarah endured, this is just a minor punishment. You deserve all of it!” I cried until my throat burned, but then I heard a soft, delicate sob from his end. “Eddy, maybe… just let it go. I’m fine, really. I’m already ruined anyway.” Only later did I learn that night, they stayed in a hotel. Countless intimate photos of them were printed and thrown at my face, plastered all over the walls of that cramped room, a constant, mocking reminder that Eddy Kingston never loved me. My fingers reached the final button. Leo’s increasingly lewd laughter filled the air, and I heard him maliciously reading out comments from the live stream. A stinging slap from Eddy snapped me back to painful reality. His face was livid, his eyes dark with a furious, dangerous glint. “Lily Vance! What in God’s name are you doing?! Have you sunk to such a shameless low? Would you willingly strip naked right here, right now?!” “Where’s your temper, Lily?! I only wanted you to learn your lesson, to humble you! You don’t need to put on this sickening act! Where’s your pride?! Where’s your courage to fight back?!” 2 I’d heard those words countless times over the past two months. They meant nothing to me anymore. Eddy, seeing my silence, angrily shoved me into the car and drove me home. When we arrived, Mom, Dad, and Sarah were already at the dinner table. They greeted Eddy warmly, ignoring me completely, as if I were invisible. “Lily, you’re so thin,” Sarah cooed, pulling me into a tight embrace. She pressed hard on the fresh wounds scarring my back. As she leaned in close, her voice dropped, thick with venom. “Haha, weren’t those men I found for you good? Did you enjoy yourself?” I froze, my face instantly draining of color. I instinctively pushed her away, desperate to demand why she was doing this to me. Why she framed me at the wedding! Why she continued to torment me! I was her own sister! But in the next beat, Sarah, with a theatrical stumble, collapsed onto the floor, scraping her arm and knees, the crimson of fresh blood instantly blooming against the pristine tile. “Lily,” she whimpered, her face awash in tears, her eyes wide and broken, “you still hate your sister, don’t you?” “Enough, Lily Vance! I knew you were faking it!” Eddy shoved me away, his eyes blazing. He swept Sarah into his arms, carefully placing her on the sofa. “You play the victim in front of me, but the moment you see Sarah, you turn into a monster! If you think the punishment wasn’t enough, then go right back to The Pit! She’s been ruined because of your actions, and you still refuse to show remorse! How can you be so utterly wicked!” Sarah’s triumphant gaze met mine, but I felt nothing, merely sinking back to my knees, an instinctive response to the furious shouts. Mom and Dad’s faces were grim, their voices cold, alien. “Lily Vance! You have utterly shamed the Vance name! Stripping on a live stream, in front of the entire city – where is the upbringing we gave you?! Who gave you the audacity to torment Sarah, time and time again?!” I numbly raised my head, meeting Mom and Dad’s angry, disgusted gazes, my heart plummeting to a cold, desolate hell. My upbringing, my dignity, they were long gone, stripped away piece by agonizing piece by endless torment and humiliation. All I knew was that if I didn’t comply, I would be beaten, I would starve. The searing pain of my legs being broken and reset… I was utterly terrified. I still was. “Mom, Dad, please don’t blame Lily,” Sarah said, her voice dripping with false concern. “Maybe she just can’t accept it yet. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have been punished. Being forced to… serve… at The Pit, it was indeed too severe a punishment.” Hearing this, Dad, his face contorted in a furious mask, stomped over to me and delivered a brutal slap, the force so great that the metallic tang of blood instantly flooded my mouth. “You disobedient wretch! You ruined your sister and you still have the gall to throw a tantrum?! You will kneel here until you apologize to your sister! Not a moment before!” My body trembled, my face draining of color, inch by agonizing inch. The depraved tastes of The Pit’s clients, the countless times I’d been forced to kneel… those memories flooded back, overwhelming. A wave of raw despair washed over me, and I bit down hard, desperate to stifle any sound. Dad, misinterpreting my silence as defiance, crouched before me, about to speak. But my next actions cut him off. Trembling violently, tears streaming from my vacant eyes, my hands instinctively moved to my chest, unfastening the buttons Eddy had so carefully re-done. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’m so sorry, please let me go. Don’t hit me, okay? I’ll undress faster. You can do whatever you want. I beg you…” 3 The living room fell silent, a chilling, sudden hush. Mom and Dad stared, uncomprehending, at my trembling hands. It was Eddy who snapped back to reality first. He tore off his jacket, roughly wrapping it around me, his face a thundercloud, dark enough to drip ink. “Lily Vance! What in God’s name is wrong with you?! This is your home! Why are you still acting insane?! No one here will hurt you! Can you stop faking it?! Aren’t you the one bullying Sarah?!” But I was lost, trapped in the nightmare. I thrashed, desperate to tear off the jacket, collapsing to my knees, endlessly fumbling for the buttons, a broken, desperate plea escaping my lips. “Please, I’ll unbutton. Don’t hit me, okay? I beg you…” The most terrifying memory flashed before me. One client, in a fit of cruel excitement, had sewn my clothes tightly onto my body, demanding I strip quickly. If I was too slow, a whip with barbs, scalding cigarette butts, or knives heated to a black char awaited me. I was perpetually starved, sleep-deprived, utterly powerless to resist. If my hands couldn’t tear the fabric, I used my teeth. By the time I was naked, my body was a canvas of fresh, bloody wounds. Even now, those scars resurface, phantom pains that never truly heal. After exhausting myself with the struggle, Mom and Dad finally called Dr. Ethan Caldwell, the Kingston family physician. He administered a strong sedative, and only then did a fragile calm finally settle over me. “Miss Vance’s mental state is deeply troubled,” Dr. Caldwell said, his voice grave. “She appears to have suffered profound psychological trauma. I strongly recommend she see a professional psychologist immediately.” He paused, his gaze softening with a flicker of raw concern. “Her condition is critical. She needs to be hospitalized without delay!” Mom’s expression flickered, a momentary shadow of worry crossing her face. But then her eyes fell on Sarah, who looked on the verge of tears, and the fleeting concern vanished, replaced by her usual cold indifference. Eddy stared at me, his gaze contemptuous. “Mental illness? Lily Vance? How can that be? She’s not the type to break down! She’s capable of orchestrating bullying against Sarah, of openly assaulting her – how could she be mentally ill?” “Lily Vance, how long will you keep up this farce? You were a ‘server’ for a couple of months, and now you’re suddenly mentally ill? Are you saving all your defiance for feigning madness?” “Or are you changing tactics now? Pretending to be mentally ill to gain sympathy? Do you think that incident will just disappear so easily? How will you ever repay what you owe Sarah?!” I stared blankly at the ceiling, my eyes vacant, utterly unmoved by Eddy’s mockery. Then Sarah leaned close, a cruel glint flickering in her eyes. “Lily, what’s that on your neck?” she cooed, reaching out to tug my collar down, exposing a constellation of purplish-red marks. “You… you didn’t find yourself a boyfriend, did you? What about Eddy? You’re almost married! How could you do such a thing?” I flinched, shrinking back, curling into a tight ball, tears silently streaming down my face. Eddy froze, his gaze locked onto my neck. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally suppressed his raging fury. He seized me, hauling me off the bed and dragging me downstairs. Only after shoving me into the car did he finally speak, his voice choked with barely suppressed rage. “Lily Vance, who is that man?! Who gave you permission to see someone else, to be with someone else?! Just because I punished you, you deliberately sought this out, didn’t you?! Do you have no heart?!” “Tell me! Who is he?! Are you faking madness because you want to run off with him?! What do you take me for, Lily Vance?! A complete fool?!” I couldn’t bear it any longer. I screamed, covering my ears, frantically shrinking into myself, desperate to escape Eddy’s grip. Sobbing brokenly, I pleaded hoarsely, dropping to my knees before him, frantically bowing my head to the ground. “I beg you, please let me go. It hurts so much, I’ll be good, I don’t need money, please don’t hit me, okay? I can do anything. You can record whatever you want. Just please, don’t hit me. Don’t hit me…”
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