Caught off guard by the shift in conversation, Katelyn paused. Feeling overwhelmed by Zoey’s situation, she replied, “I had Aimee apply some ointment to me, and it’s helped ease the pain a lot.”

This ointment, specially made for bruises, worked remarkably well.

Vincent nodded and said, “That’s great.”

Their conversation drifted, touching lightly upon Sophia’s circumstances.

Elsewhere, in the notorious outskirts of Granville, Zoey was being moved to an unknown destination. A gag muffled her cries, her hands tightly bound, and a blindfold plunged her into darkness. When the vehicle finally came to a stop, someone yanked off the blindfold.

Fear gripped her as she scanned her surroundings. At first glance, the building resembled an ordinary food factory. But hidden behind it was a series of narrow compartments.

Before her vision could adjust, a sharp kick came with a warning.

“Start learning to stream, or suffer the consequences.”

Collapsing from the blow, Zoey felt the pain ripple through her. It was only then that she managed to glimpse the contents of these small compartments.

Inside were setups for streaming, each booth compact yet equipped with various thematic backdrops.

But this wasn’t innocent content creation. There was something far more disturbing behind it all.

Zoey’s eyes were wide with fear.

No, she would not let this happen!

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She kept retreating, but before she could react, someone grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward.

Now, Zoey could see the events unfolding in the livestream with terrifying clarity. The women in the stream were being assaulted by various men, forced into degrading positions. She would rather die than be seen like this on a live stream!

But then the man shoved Zoey to the ground.

“You stubborn bitch, still refusing to obey, huh?” His expression was menacing, radiating a violent energy that made it clear he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

He ripped the tape off Zoey’s mouth, and she struggled, her voice pleading, “Please, stop doing this. Name what you want; I’ll do it!”

She couldn’t bear the thought of ending up like those women, humiliated and degraded in front of everyone. Her life would be shattered if that happened!

But the man seemed not to be listening to her desperate pleas, ripping off her hospital gown in one swift motion.

Zoey, a dancer by profession, had long, graceful legs that were impossible to ignore. Her figure was even more striking than the women currently being broadcast.

Several men watched her intently, their eyes full of lust as their hands roamed over her body.

Zoey fought with all her strength, but it was no match for theirs.

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