Help me bring a secret message back to my home country

I held the 320g milk-flavored bread, glanced gratefully at Sister Dinosaur, and then began devouring it, tears in my eyes.

I can't die; I must survive!

Even though I don't understand why Chen Weiqiang hasn't retaliated against me yet, I won't let him go!

Without him and Lulu, I wouldn't have been drugged and brought to northern Myanmar!

I must stay alive and expose their crimes!

"Congratulations to Dinosaur for closing a 200,000 yuan deal! Everyone, applause!" Datou was overjoyed. The bigger the deals his team members closed, the more benefits he gained, like potential promotions or getting in the good graces of the supervisors.

In this dog-eat-dog hellhole, everyone was desperate to climb up the ranks. The higher the position, the more control you had over others' lives. Killing someone here was easier than killing a fish.

Sister Yu directly rewarded Dinosaur with 1,000 yuan in cash, several bottles of soda, and four or five bags of snacks.

I seriously suspected Dinosaur's weight was closely tied to eating these junk foods. But, these were life-sustaining rations.

No one cared if it was junk food or expired food; it was all precious. Everyone here saw such food as a treasure.

Because I "closed" an 80,000 yuan deal, Sister Yu and Datou didn't bother me all morning. I took the chance to rest and heal, occasionally sneaking a piece of cookie that Dinosaur passed over.

"Ah! Supervisor, I won't dare anymore, please stop beating me!" I was just about to send a message to call the police when I was startled by a young man's cries.

"Damn it, I warned you not to fantasize about using chat to get someone to call the police! Why won't you listen?" The leader of Group 2, along with two henchmen, was beating a boy on the ground with electric batons, making him roll around and scream in pain.

"You think calling the police will help? Do you think Chinese police would dare come here and arrest us? Wake up from your stupid dream!" Meng, who loved beating people, was particularly excited as he kicked and punched the boy who could no longer cry out.

After getting tired, he lifted the boy and slammed his head against the wall, making a loud "bang." Blood splattered, and the boy passed out.

"Throw him into the water prison and see if his blood type matches." Sister Yu frowned, instructing Meng to drag the boy away.

"Let me remind you all again, any attempt to send a distress message triggers the warning system in the backend, which I can intercept immediately. Don't think you can outsmart us; no one can help you, only you can help yourself! Anyone who tries to call the police will be sent to the Myawaddy area!" Sister Yu glanced at me intentionally as she continued her warning.

I lowered my head, deleted the distress message, and started chatting aimlessly with a new "target," avoiding any scripted tricks.

Today, I learned that I was in Laukkai, which is part of Shan State and designated as Special Region 1. Wa State is Special Region 2, rumored to be even more brutal.

The so-called final destination of Myawaddy mentioned by Sister Yu belongs to the eastern part of Myanmar in Karen State, a place notorious for cannibalism and drinking human blood.

Even Ultraman would be forced to sell himself there.

Men are used for organ harvesting, blood slaves, labor, and tortured to death. Their bodies are usually fed to dogs or used to fertilize tea trees.

Women fare even worse. The most beautiful are made into elite escorts, serving high-end clients. Those with average looks are sent to casinos as dealers, available to entertain gamblers anytime. Others are forced into street prostitution or drug dealing, exploited until death.

Some women are sold as domestic sex slaves to local private owners, facing unimaginable humiliation and suffering, which I will detail later.

Women considered unattractive are generally left to type at keyboards or do menial tasks like sweeping and cooking.

In northern Myanmar, no woman escapes being exploited. Many don't survive past the first day and are discarded in the wilderness.

Those who behave get beaten less, while the disobedient face countless tortures beyond imagination. Wealthy families might buy their loved ones' freedom if they're lucky, but often, the money is taken, and the person is never released.

Don't expect any honor from these devils; on this land of sin, they only respect money and guns!

A Chinese life here is worth tens of thousands of yuan, enough to feed a local farming family for generations.

Considering their monthly salary is only 300 yuan, how could they resist kidnapping a Chinese person walking down the street?

Chinese people here are seen as walking ATMs.

Calling the police is futile; the local warlords protect these scam operations. The camps sustain them, so why would they send you back to China and cut off their financial lifeline?

Chinese lives here are as cheap as ants.

I sincerely urge everyone, don't think of coming to Myanmar! Even if you return, you'll be skinned alive.

And the odds of making it back home are one in a hundred thousand!

"Brothers and sisters, we are trustworthy. Feifei's dad just sent another 500,000 yuan. Meng will personally escort him to the border later! If you work hard, you have a chance to regain your freedom and return to China with money!" Sister Yu patted Feifei's shoulder, her excitement evident.

Feifei's treatment vastly improved today, thanks to the money. Not only did he get his wounds treated, but he also got to eat meat and drink coffee in the executive dining room.

To convince everyone, they'd even film him returning to China.

I was genuinely happy for him, finally able to leave this hellish place. I wondered when I would get my chance to escape.

My family must be worried sick. Just thinking about my mom made my heart ache.

"Brother, thank you for taking care of me last night. Here's some medicine for you," Feifei said, placing a bottle of alcohol, a bottle of disinfectant, and a pack of gauze in front of my computer screen.

"…" I wanted him to take a message back home, but Sister Yu was watching closely. I didn't dare say anything.

"Don't worry, I'll pray for you when I'm back," Feifei, now much more mature, spoke softly. He no longer cried out loud.

If this is how the heavens mature a boy, I'd rather it not happen!

Seeing his bloodshot, swollen eyes, I had an idea. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, "I owe 120 yuan to Boss Jiang of Shande Martial Arts Hall on Hongqi Road. When you get back, tell him not to wait for me to pay it back. Thanks."

I handed him a bottle of water and a bag of cookies that Sister Dinosaur gave me and loudly said, "Take these for the road and stay safe!"

"Brother, don't worry, I'll survive. You must stay alive too," Feifei said tearfully, taking the water and cookies.

Then, under our envious gazes, he followed Meng, not looking back.