While Fan Shengmei knelt completely bare on the imported rugs of Mansion No. 1, obediently servicing Adrian's dark desires, Nan Xiang was being violently thrust into the absolute darkest nightmare of her existence.
Honestly, Nan Xiang had always believed she had already witnessed the absolute lowest depths of human ugliness. She had endured grueling abortions for Xi Cheng, degraded herself as a club hostess to pay off Xi Cheng's debts, and suffered through multiple brutal episodes of domestic violence at his hands. She had genuinely believed that aside from the monster she called a boyfriend, there was nothing left in this world that could truly break her.
'I was so incredibly naive,' she realized with a hollow, crushing despair. 'The life I lived was never hell. This is hell.'
The moment she was dragged into the holding cells of the maximum-security detention center, she was brutally ordered to strip off every single piece of her clothing in front of several hardened prison guards.
Although the guards were all female, Nan Xiang felt her dignity and basic humanity being violently shredded. But being stripped bare was merely the first step; the subsequent intake procedures made her genuinely wish for death.
She wasn't just left naked. She was pinned down and subjected to the most brutally invasive, humiliating medical cavity searches with a cold steel speculum. The guards callously claimed it was standard operating protocol to prevent dangerous contraband from entering the facility, but their methods were entirely designed to degrade.
In that freezing room, Nan Xiang finally understood what it meant for the sky to completely blacken. The guards looked down at her shivering, exposed body with absolute, terrifying apathy; in their dead eyes, she was no different than a slab of slaughtered meat on a butcher's block.
March in Shanghai was still bitterly cold, with ambient temperatures rarely breaking fifteen degrees Celsius. Yet, without a shred of hesitation, the guards turned a high-pressure tap on her, dousing her from head to toe in freezing, icy water. She convulsed, her entire body shaking violently as the cold bit into her bones.
"Inmate 338! Take this trash and get out of my sight!"
A massive, imposing prison guard threw a thin, scratchy uniform and a numbered collar directly at Nan Xiang's face, barking the order.
"E-Excuse me... could you please spare a towel?" Nan Xiang pleaded, her lips turning a sickly shade of purple as she shivered uncontrollably on the concrete floor.
"Get the fuck lost! What kind of luxury resort do you think this is? Do you expect me to fetch you a hairdryer, you pathetic whore?"
The female guard, who easily weighed three hundred pounds, lunged forward. She grabbed a fistful of Nan Xiang's soaking wet hair and delivered a savage, crushing kick directly to her abdomen.
"Ah—!"
Nan Xiang collapsed, clutching her stomach in blinding agony. She curled into a tight ball on the wet floor, completely unable to draw breath, let alone stand up. These guards were seasoned, sadistic veterans; they knew exactly how to inflict maximum, paralyzing pain without leaving a single visible bruise for the medical examiners to document.
"Are you planning to die squatting there?! Get up this instant!"
Seeing the beautiful girl wailing on the ground evoked absolutely zero pity. The massive guard marched forward, grabbed Nan Xiang by the scalp, and violently hauled her back to her feet.
"Y-Yes! Yes!" Nan Xiang gasped out frantically. She had once believed she had let go of her past arrogance and could face life's hardships with a resilient smile. But a simple, brutal intake search had already ground her pride into absolute dust.
Smack!
The guard delivered a vicious, echoing backhand across her flawless face. The sheer force of the blow instantly drew a bright stream of blood from Nan Xiang's nose.
"You will answer me clearly, and you will state your inmate number before every single sentence! Do you understand me, you stupid bitch?" the guard roared.
"Understood, officer! Number... it..." Nan Xiang stammered weakly, her vision swimming.
Smack!
Another brutal slap landed on her opposite cheek, making Nan Xiang see stars as a deafening ringing filled her ears.
"You can't even remember your own fucking number? Are you mentally retarded?!"
"Yes, officer! Number 338 reporting for duty, officer!" Nan Xiang sobbed hysterically, hot tears streaming down her bruised, freezing face.
"Stop your pathetic crying! You dare cry in my block?!"
The massive guard raised a hand the size of a bear's paw, fully prepared to beat the stunning vixen into absolute submission, but she was suddenly stopped by a colleague stepping out from the shadows.
"Hey, stop hitting her in the face. If you break her nose or ruin those pretty features, we'll get formal complaints from the brass. Let's find another place to tenderize her."
For the next three agonizing hours, Nan Xiang was dragged through the darkest, most horrific gauntlet of her life. She was subjected to a systematic, psychological dismantling—pinpricks in sensitive areas, freezing water submersions, and the agonizing, violent jolts of a high-voltage stun gun. She experienced nearly every form of modern, untraceable torture the facility had to offer.
"Oh look, the little princess is dizzy again!"
Seeing Nan Xiang's eyes roll back into her skull as she collapsed into another dead faint, the massive guard grinned wickedly, casually releasing the trigger on the crackling stun gun.
"Should we hose her down to wake her up again?" a second colleague asked with a sadistic smile.
"If you want to catch a manslaughter charge, be my guest, but leave me out of it. The strict orders from the top brass were that she absolutely cannot be permanently crippled. If you shock her awake now, her heart might just give out. If she dies in our custody, who do you think takes the fall? You or me?" the lead guard scoffed.
Although newly processed female inmates were routinely subjected to a harsh "initiation," absolutely none of them received the terrifying, coordinated special attention that Nan Xiang was currently enduring.
"It's a damn shame. This girl is genuinely breathtaking. She's got an angel's face and a premium body. I wonder which untouchable young master she pissed off to earn this kind of treatment?" the second guard sighed with a hint of cynical melancholy, tossing the stun gun onto a metal desk.
"Do you want to die?! This woman is officially a major accomplice to a narcotic trafficking syndicate! Keep your mouth shut and don't spout nonsense!" the lead guard snapped, immediately shutting down her colleague's dangerous speculation.
Admittedly, both guards knew with absolute certainty that the weeping girl on the floor was entirely innocent of the drug charges. But in this era, which prison didn't house a few intentionally wrongful convictions? Her only true crime was being far too beautiful, alluring, and completely devoid of political power. She was a perfect, disposable target.
"Where should we bunk her?"
"Throw her in the Tigress's cell. Tell the cell boss that an important figure on the outside specifically requested this fresh meat. The Tigress can bully and break her as much as she pleases, but she cannot leave any permanent, visible scars on her body, or it's her head on the chopping block."
"Don't worry about that. The Tigress has ruled that block for years; she knows exactly how to play the game."
While Nan Xiang was surviving the most traumatic, unforgettable night of her existence on a freezing concrete floor, Fan Shengmei was enduring an unforgettable, agonizing night of her own.
Adrian drove into her from behind with relentless, punishing force. The brutal, heavy impact of his hips sent thick ripples of plush flesh surging across her snow-white thighs as she was pressed face-down into the mattress.
"Scream! You greedy slut! Let me hear you scream!" Adrian roared. His veins were burning with expensive vintage alcohol and the dark, violent adrenaline of the night's hunt. His heavy hand came down, delivering a stinging, echoing slap to her plush backside.
"Ahhh—! I'm going to be torn apart! Mr. Li, you're... you're so amazing!" Fan Shengmei shrieked, desperately mixing her genuine agony with fake, coquettish praise.
'My god... his size is absolutely terrifying,' she panicked internally. 'Every time he drives into me, I genuinely feel like he's going to pierce right through my stomach!'
But if she actually was fucked to death right there on the imported sheets, she wouldn't dare utter a word of complaint. Her heavily bruised buttocks were burning with a fiery pain, and her lower half felt completely overwhelmed, stretched to its absolute, tearing limit.
It was glaringly, brutally obvious that the aristocratic predator driving into her from behind didn't care about her pleasure, her comfort, or her humanity in the slightest. He only cared about venting his absolute dominance.
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