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    If this facility truly belonged to the T Organization… Alfy’s stomach twisted as she contemted the children’s fate. Nothing good awaited them. Her heart plummeted, each breath bing shallow and difficult.


    The lead woman, satisfied with her demonstration of power, surveyed the nowpliant group before leading them forward.


    Alfy scanned her surroundings,mitting every detail to memory—until the lead woman ahead suddenly stopped. She walked directly toward Alfy, lifted Alfy’s chin with cold fingers, and smiled thinly.


    “Your beauty won’t protect you,” she whispered. “Keep looking around, and I’ll gouge out those pretty eyes. There are plenty of people waiting for cornea donations.”


    In this twisted world, a woman’s value was measured by her youth and beauty. But such worth came with a cruel condition—absolute obedience. Any defiance would be met with hellish punishment.


    Alfy’s body betrayed her fear, trembling uncontrobly. These monsters spoke of such horrors with casual indifference. Clearly,mitting atrocities was simply routine for them.


    Alfy immediately bowed her head, feigning terror. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was just curious. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again.”


    Her disy of submission seemed to satisfy the lead woman, who merely warned, “Stay in line, and you might just survive longer, got it?”


    Without waiting for a response, she resumed leading the group forward.


    The captives were so terrified they barely dared to breathe, genuinely afraid their eyes would be torn from their sockets. The metallic scent of blood from earlier still haunted their senses, creating a far more effective deterrent than any threat the previous gangsters had made.


    Alfy released a careful, silent breath. As long as this woman didn’t single her out, she might stand a chance. Survival was the only path to eventual escape—she clung to this thought like a lifeline.


    The journeysted barely ten minutes before they reached their destination. When Alfy beheld the scene before her, her stride faltered momentarily.


    This space dwarfed their changing area in both size and splendor. borate pirs and floors carved from precious gemstones captured and scattered light in dazzling patterns. The room stretched so vast that figures on the far side appeared as mere silhouettes.


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    And that wasn’t even the most rming part.


    People—so many people—filled the cavernous hall. As Alfy’s eyes adjusted, recognition dawned with growing horror. Elite members of Yata mingled throughout the crowd.


    The ornate hall served as a gathering ground for the elite, where nobles indulged their darkest whims. With mounting dread, Alfy realized that she and the other women—even the innocent children—were nothing more than merchandise awaiting purchase.


    They treated the children in a wholly different manner. The children remained unwashed and unkempt, exactly as they had arrived, imprisoned in steel cages disyed prominently on an elevated tform. Beside the children stood a polished host, microphone in hand, addressing the crowd.


    “We’ve just received this fresh collection today,” he announced. “Bidding begins at two billion. Interested parties should act quickly.”


    As his words echoed through the hall, numerous Yata nobles raised their numbered paddles, eager to participate in the bidding.


    Though Alfy had researched the T Organization and understood its terrifying influence, witnessing its operations firsthand chilled her to the bone.


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