Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy knew that movies often drew inspiration from real life, and the existence of human traffickers-those despicable monsters-was an undeniable reality.

In some impoverished areas, where legal awareness was weak, people believed that once someone was bought, they belonged to the buyer. In certain remote villages, most women were purchased. The villagers monitored one another, ensuring compliance.

When a girl was first sold, she would be locked inside the house until she became pregnant. Her sole purpose was to satisfy the man's desires and bear his children. In these places, human rights didn't exist. The men kept the women tightly secured, and only after childbirth might the restrictions ease slightly.

Some women, after having children, gave up thoughts of escape. They stayed, if only for their children. In the mountains, where sons were valued far more than daughters, a woman who gave birth to a boy might be treated better. But if she had a girl, she'd receive a brutal beating.

Their bodies barely had time to recover before the cycle of pregnancy began again. The men decided when and how they would give birth.

If anyone tried to escape and was caught, they'd be beaten mercilessly. The entire village would join forces to capture the runaway. Even if someone managed to flee, these mountain villages were located deep in the wilderness, far from any roads or transportation. A young woman, relying solely on foot, couldn't make it far.

Besides, the girls sold into these situations often came from cities. Raised in comfort, they had no survival skills to withstand the harshness of the wild. Once sold, the chances of escape were slim. Their lives were effectively destroyed.

Ivy's heart pounded. She wished she was wrong, but the men's conversation confirmed the grim reality.

At that moment, she couldn't help but think of Frank-the man who had protected her on the ship. Even though she had been on a pirate ship then, she had survived unscathed.

But now, Ivy knew there was no one to save her. If she wanted to get out alive, she would have to rely on herself.

She understood what the two men intended to do next, and she knew she had to act first. If she waited for their animalistic urges to take over, it would be too late.

Feigning consciousness, Ivy sat up and spoke timidly, "Gentlemen, um... could we stop the car for a moment? I... I need to use the restroom." She blushed as she spoke, pretending to be shy.

The two men, already harboring ill intentions, were quick to agree. Stopping the car wasn't an issue-and if she was asking for it herself, all the better.

"Sure, miss. Just a moment." They pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Um... do you have any tissues?" Ivy asked hesitantly.

taking the opportunity to touch her hand. Ivy felt a wave of disgust but kept her composure, pretending nothing

dark

with you?" one of the men offered, his

borrow your phone? My phone was stolen by a pickpocket, and I haven't had the

could a delicate woman

said, even turning on

Ivy said, forcing

he replied

Ivy hesitated, her voice trembling. "It's so dark..."

you. I promise I won't look," one

on my own,"

out there? I'm afraid one might

men laughed. "No

said, holding the tissue in one hand

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pretending to look for a spot. The men watched her from

not going, just get back in the car," one of them

My stomach hurts-I can't hold it in

What are you waiting

this outside... I'm just trying to find the right spot,"

are something," Hale scoffed, lighting a cigarette. "Even taking a dump has to be a production. It's the

out. She had been scouting the area, searching for an escape route. Running down the open road would be impossible- they'd catch her in no time. But if she missed this chance, she'd have no escape at all. "Don't worry, we don't have that kind of fetish," one of the

the phone's flashlight, she carefully made her way into the bushes, pretending to unbutton her pants and squat

to wait a little longer. I... I think I'm constipated," she said, feigning

they were, didn't think much of it. They certainly weren't about to approach her

We'll wait," one of them said, heading

the brush. She had never moved so quickly in