A strange smile appeared on her face, a smile I had never seen on her when she was awake.
I wanted to stop the video, but I was unable to move a single finger.
He continued sitting next to me for what felt like an eternity.
And then he did something that left me completely paralyzed with terror…
Suddenly, he pulls out his cell phone and starts recording me. He slowly circles the bed, searching for different angles with the calm of someone performing a perfectly rehearsed routine. Then he places a camera on a tripod, turns on his laptop, and opens a website.
As soon as the screen lights up, I feel a knot in my stomach.
There are dozens, maybe hundreds, of videos. The same room. The same lighting. The same bed. The same scene over and over again. The only thing that changes is the young women who appear unconscious, completely defenseless. Beneath each recording, thousands of comments and donations from people who pay to witness this macabre spectacle.
At that moment, all the pieces fall into place.
That’s how he amassed his fortune.
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I wasn’t the first victim… and I certainly wouldn’t be the last. All those conditions he forced me to accept were never a simple agreement, but a carefully laid trap to keep me prisoner.
My hands are trembling, but I force myself to keep watching the recording. I need to know the whole truth, down to the last detail. When the video ends, I have no more doubts: I must escape as soon as possible.
I hurriedly gather the essentials, pack my documents and phone, without even thinking about the supposed contract. Now I know that piece of paper is worthless. If I stay in that house, I’ll end up disappearing just like the girls in those recordings.
I wait silently until I see him leave. From the window, I watch as his car drives through the gate and disappears down the road. At that moment, an icy fear runs through my body, because I understand that I will only have one chance.
I leave the room with extreme caution, trying not to make the slightest noise. Each step seems endless. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid someone might hear it. Even so, I don’t stop. I open the front door and run desperately outside.
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