I wore a sexy little dress under my coat, daring and flirtatious, more provocative than anyone on the street corner. Because today is my anniversary with my husband, and I wanted to give him a little surprise! When we entered the KTV room, I playfully mentioned my little secret for meeting my boyfriend, then tore open my coat. His eyes went straight! Jealously, he asked if I had been wearing this all day. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Yes, I kept my coat buttoned at work. It was so nerve-wracking and thrilling. I just wanted to jump into your arms after work." He happily hugged me and kept kissing me. Suddenly remembering the pharmacy was about to close, he rushed out hurriedly, telling me to wait for him. I sighed, thinking men over thirty really have to rely on medicine. My husband finishes fights in the ring in three minutes, and at home without medicine, it's also three minutes. But it's okay, I really love him. 1 I sat happily in the private room singing, thinking about how to dance for my husband later, when a waiter suddenly walked in. Startled, I quickly told him to leave first, wanting to put on my coat. Unexpectedly, the waiter walked up to me, suddenly grabbed my hair, and slapped me hard across the face, shouting: "Get the hell out!" The sudden slap stunned me. Clutching my burning face, his spit sprayed on my face as he cursed, disgusting me to the point of nausea. My whole head was buzzing, a fear I had never felt before rose in my heart. My husband usually jokes calling me a tigress, but at this moment, I couldn't help trembling all over. That slap just now made me unable to stand steady. My legs went soft instantly. I didn't understand why I was beaten. A warm flow rushed to my head, and my nose started bleeding. I touched my nose, my palm covered in blood. I wanted to ask why he hit me, but he was already dragging me out by my hair! I arched my back like a shrimp, trying hard to retreat. The pain in my head made me cry uncontrollably. I felt like my scalp was being torn off! But he found me too noisy and suddenly punched me hard in the stomach, roaring: "Shut up!" I was hit so hard my stomach contracted, breathless, almost vomiting! He opened the private room door, ensured no one was passing by, and quickly dragged me into the nearest stairwell in the hallway. There were many guests in the KTV, but every room had heavy doors and loud music. No one could hear my cries! After being dragged into the stairwell, he dragged me upstairs. In desperation, I remembered my husband telling me that the best way to fight an opponent with a significant strength difference is to push their chin with all your might. While the waiter wasn't paying attention, I used all my strength and pushed hard on his chin! An unbelievable thing happened. This waiter, taller and stronger than me, was pushed backward by me and fell heavily to the ground! But the problem was, he was still holding onto me! I was dragged down the stairs with him, my knees hitting the ground hard. The pain made me hug my legs and scream in agony. The waiter also hit his head. Angrily, he punched towards my face. I subconsciously imitated my husband, covering my head with both hands and using my elbows to counter his fist. But after all, I'm not my husband. I knew what to do, but my speed was too slow! Let alone blocking the attack, his fist hit my ear before my hands could fully raise. My head buzzed, and everything around me began to spin. I couldn't control it and vomited uncomfortably. The waiter climbed up. Not satisfied with one punch, he cursed and dragged me upstairs again. Unlike the luxurious decoration of the KTV, the top floor here was just ordinary whitewashed walls. This was the staff dormitory, and there was a small room. The waiter opened the small room door. I saw several strong men inside. I subconsciously wanted to cover my little dress, but the waiter kicked me hard in the waist, and I fell directly to the floor. A middle-aged woman sat on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette in her mouth. She glanced at me lightly and asked coldly: "Coming to my turf to steal business?" At this moment, I understood everything. I had seen a real news story before. An open-minded girl went to a KTV, and just because she dressed too sexily, she was forcibly dragged away in the hallway by the pimp in the KTV, who thought she was a hostess stealing business on his turf. But I'm not! I didn't dress sexy at all. I only unbuttoned my coat for my husband after entering the private room! And I knew the KTV had glass doors, so I specifically sat in the corner where the waiter couldn't see! I am a woman who cares about her reputation. I have a husband. How could I let outsiders see me in a sexy little dress! Instantly, I understood everything. This KTV private room likely has illegal cameras installed! 2 I said in terror that I was a customer here to spend money. Hearing this, her face darkened instantly. Suddenly, she flicked the burning cigarette butt directly onto my face, roaring angrily: "Do you think I'm an idiot! What customer dresses as slutty as you!" I was so scared I cried and screamed, slapping my face hard, fearing the burning part of the cigarette was still on my face. I had never encountered such a thing in my life. Now, besides fear, my mind couldn't calm down at all! I cried saying I was really a customer, the one downstairs was my husband, he would be back soon, please let me go. The waiter said impatiently: "If you don't talk properly, every man here will be your husband in a moment!" I shivered all over. I knew what he meant. Every man here was looking at me with disgusting eyes. One of them even laughed: "Who knows if she's clean. I don't want to get syphilis or gonorrhea." This was humiliation I had never suffered. I said angrily: "I'm not a prostitute, I'm calling the police right now!" I took out my phone. They didn't intend to stop me. The middle-aged woman also laughed: "Who are you scaring? Come on, call the police right now. If you don't, you're a son of a bitch." I immediately dialed 911. When the call connected, I quickly said: "I've been kidnapped, I'm at Noble KTV, I..." The faces of these laughing people suddenly turned very ugly. The waiter cursed, suddenly grabbed my phone, hung up, and immediately turned it off! He said in disbelief: "A prostitute really dares to call the police?" I said I wasn't a prostitute, I was here to spend money! The waiter nervously asked the middle-aged woman: "Sister Red, did we catch the wrong person?" This middle-aged woman called Sister Red stared at me, suddenly took my phone, removed the SIM card, turned it on, ordered me to unlock the phone, and looked through it. Finally, her face became very ugly, gritting her teeth: "Caught the wrong person." I breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, snatched back the phone, and said: "Can I go now?" I hurriedly tried to walk out, but Sister Red suddenly said wait. The waiter locked the door, telling me not to leave yet. The atmosphere became weird. People looked nervously at Sister Red. The waiter couldn't help asking: "Sister Red, what if she tells?" I was really about to breakdown. I am a victim. I was inexplicably beaten and dragged. But at the moment the truth came out, these perpetrators only considered their own safety and didn't care about my feelings at all. Sister Red was silent for a while, suddenly opened her bag, took out a few hundred dollars, put them in my hand, and said: "Take this money, consider it our apology." I didn't understand why she thought a few hundred dollars could solve the problem. But I knew better than to suffer immediate losses. I took the money, said I would keep it secret, and hurriedly tried to leave. However, they still didn't open the door. Sister Red stared into my eyes and finally said: "You can't leave yet." She took my phone again and wanted me to unlock it. At this moment, I hesitated. She clearly found out I wasn't a prostitute just now. Why does she want to look at my phone now? I instinctively had a bad premonition and asked what she wanted to do. She said: "Don't worry about it, just unlock it. At most ten minutes, I'll let you go. If the police come later, just say you were drunk and called the police randomly, and someone stopped you." I shook my head repeatedly. I had guessed what she wanted to do. Opening Alipay (or banking apps), she could see my ID and registered address. Opening DoorDash (or food delivery apps), she could see my home delivery address. I shook my head repeatedly. I absolutely cannot let such people know my home address! These are social hooligans. I dare not imagine what they would do! Seeing I refused to cooperate, Sister Red said: "Just now when I opened WeChat, I saw a chat group called Spring Kindergarten Middle Class. You don't want to bring trouble to yourself, do you?" This simple sentence almost suffocated me! She already knew which kindergarten my child attended! 3 Sister Red shook the phone, signaling me to unlock. I gritted my teeth and said: "No." She frowned: "If you cooperate, there won't be so much trouble." I said angrily: "I won't cooperate! People in your line of work will be caught by the police sooner or later! When someone anonymously reports you, and you suspect me, what if you come to trouble my family!" I'm not brain-dead. These people will be reported to the police sooner or later. Once she suspects it was me, what then? They don't need reasons or evidence to suspect and retaliate against people. These are dregs of society. They retaliate based only on their own judgment! I can transfer my child to another kindergarten immediately. But if they know my home address, in this era of plummeting housing prices, do I have to sell my house at a loss of hundreds of thousands to hide from them?! If I sell the house now, my family will lose $80,000! How many times does my husband have to get beaten black and blue in the ring to make up $80,000! Seeing I refused to cooperate, Sister Red took a deep breath and said: "It was wrong of us to hit you just now. I can say sorry to you, and I paid you money. But remember, forgive when possible. You are looking for trouble for yourself." She ordered me to unlock the phone again, but I still refused. Once unlocked, it would be like placing a time bomb over my family. My family would never have peace! Sister Red got anxious. She pointed at my nose and asked arrogantly: "Did I give you too much face? You unlock it today whether you want to or not!" As soon as she finished speaking, those men rushed up together. They grabbed my arm and pressed my finger down! I understood; they wanted to use fingerprint unlock! I tried hard to pull my hand back. I learned from those who couldn't beat my husband in the ring, curling my body into a ball. When they came to pull my hand out, I held on tight and never let go, using all my strength to resist them. But this isn't a ring after all! There are no rules here! Seeing I refused to submit, the waiter got anxious. He suddenly picked up the stool Sister Red was sitting on and smashed it hard on my arm! The stool shattered directly on my arm. The heart-tearing pain made me let out a miserable scream! The waiter said viciously: "Would it kill you to cooperate! At worst, I'll break your hand and see how you exert force!" My hand lost sensation from the smash. I struggled to use force, but the pain from inside the muscles made me unable to exert any strength! Seeing the opportunity, they quickly grabbed my arm and tried to unlock the phone. My arm was already injured by the smash. How could I resist the strength of so many people now? Seeing my finger getting closer and closer to the unlock button, I could only make a fist and not extend my finger. The waiter immediately grabbed my finger and tried to pry it open with all his might, completely ignoring my twisted finger! I was in agony, but at this critical moment, the faces of my husband and child appeared in my mind. I have a happy family. I absolutely cannot bring such big trouble home! In desperation, I stopped resisting. I lunged forward with my head and bit my own finger! They didn't realize what I was going to do, and I bit my thumb hard with all my strength! Sister Red understood immediately. She shouted anxiously: "Stop her biting! Make her stop!" They all got anxious, punching my head one after another, especially the waiter. Although he caught the wrong person initially, he seemed to have the greatest hatred towards me. He grabbed my hair, punching my head again and again, roaring at me: "Let go! Are you done yet! Do you insist on blowing things up!" So painful! Tears flowed from pain, but I just couldn't give up. Until the taste of blood spread in my mouth, I bit a deep wound on my finger, blood gushing out constantly. I finally let go. Seeing the wound on my finger, Sister Red cursed a few times. She quickly brought tissues to wipe the blood off my finger, then tried to unlock. But it was useless! The large wound had destroyed the fingerprint. No matter how hard she pressed my finger, the phone prompted unlock failure, requiring a password! I gasped in pain. Fortunately, I only registered one fingerprint, and fortunately, I didn't enable face unlock. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! Sister Red's face turned livid with anger. Just then, the waiter's walkie-talkie suddenly rang: "Police are coming! What did you guys do?" They all panicked. Sister Red hurriedly said: "Drag her inside, don't let the police see!" I didn't understand what "drag inside" meant. This room is already so small; what inside could there be? They suddenly ran to the wall of the small room. This wall was black wood. Seeing them push hard, I realized there was a cave within a cave. This wooden board was a heavy sliding door without a handle. Inside was a monitoring room showing surveillance footage of various private rooms. Seeing this scene, I wasn't very surprised. From the beginning, I guessed they had illegal cameras; otherwise, how could they know my outfit in the private room? These people record the situation in the KTV. Whether it's couples or hostesses, everything they do will be recorded by them! They dragged me into the small room. Sister Red gritted her teeth and said to me: "Listen, we don't sell those videos. We installed these cameras because we are afraid the hostesses mess around in the private rooms. Don't frame us falsely when you get out, do you understand?" I ignored Sister Red's words. Because I saw my husband came back. He held his phone anxiously, knocking on doors one by one. I knew he was asking about me. Seeing my husband looking for me, I couldn't help shedding tears. He spoils me and takes care of me, but just upstairs from him, I suffered such beating and abuse! He must have called me many times, but my SIM card was removed, so he couldn't get through at all! At the same time, I saw something shocking. This surveillance also captured the KTV reception desk. Police were already questioning the receptionist, but they led the police elsewhere. While the police were away, the receptionist quickly opened the computer case and roughly pulled out the hard drive. The scene of me being dragged out of the private room just now must have been captured by the surveillance! So they absolutely cannot let the police see the surveillance! But this KTV has two surveillance systems. The outer system probably only sees public areas, not the situation in each private room! In this small room, I could see their actions! They all came in, closing the heavy door of this small room. Especially the waiter, who didn't forget to wipe the blood off the floor before coming in. An anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie: "I removed the hard drive, what next?" The speaker should be that receptionist. The waiter picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Don't let the police see. Give the hard drive to us now, then go back to work. Otherwise, if the police see you suddenly missing, they will definitely be suspicious." The receptionist asked again: "What if the police want to see the surveillance?" The waiter said impatiently: "Just say the surveillance is broken!" Now I understand why whenever there's critical news in society, the surveillance is always broken. Whether the surveillance is broken or not depends entirely on the shop owner's words! Just then, I heard the sound of leather shoes outside. I also vaguely heard someone saying: "We are just running a business. There are so many and mixed customers; we don't know who called the police." It's the police outside! The door of this small room is very heavy; ordinary sounds can't penetrate! Hearing it now, there's only one possibility! The police are right next to me; they are checking the dormitory area! I hurriedly wanted to speak, but Sister Red and the others immediately gagged me, not letting me make any sound no matter what! I could only struggle to whimper. In desperation, the waiter strangled my neck hard, making me breathless, rolling my eyes hard! I tried hard to make some noise, even just kicking the floor with my shoes. As long as I attract the police's attention, I have a chance to leave here! But they held down my hands and feet together, preventing any part of my body from making a sound. The sound of leather shoes rang out. The police probably didn't find any useful clues here and went downstairs first. I couldn't even breathe in despair. Everyone was staring at the secret door panel, while my gaze was on my husband in the surveillance screen. My vision began to blur gradually. I thought, I might really die here today. He is just downstairs, but I can't touch him. This sorrowful despair suffocates me more than covering my mouth and nose. In the surveillance screen, my husband was still knocking on doors looking for my trace. Suddenly, the receptionist hurried past him, walked a few steps towards the stairwell, probably saw the police, and quickly retreated. My husband happened to look back. The receptionist probably realized the police were getting closer. In desperation, she actually lifted her skirt and hid the hard drive in her safety pants. This scene happened to be seen by my husband. Sure enough, in that surveillance screen, I saw the police passing by the receptionist. The police were talking to the receptionist. She should be lying to the police that she was going to the toilet, pointing to the toilet location. As the police left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But I saw my husband catch up with the receptionist in a few steps and grab her shoulder. In the video, the receptionist was scared and wanted to scream, but seemingly thinking the police were not far away, she quickly covered her mouth. At this time, people were secretly checking the situation outside. Except for me, no one noticed my husband looked up at the surveillance camera. We seemed to look at each other across the screen. He grabbed the receptionist and dragged her out of the surveillance range, disappearing. Just then, they came back from the outer room. Sister Red said to me coldly: "The police have left. I advise you not to play any tricks!" The waiter also looked relieved. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "The police went down. Give the hard drive to us, then find a lock to lock the stairwell door. This bitch refuses to cooperate, it will take some time. Don't let anyone come upstairs during this time, hear me?" There was no sound from the walkie-talkie. The waiter frowned and asked: "Asking you, did you hear?" Still no sound from the walkie-talkie. Sister Red asked: "Could it be out of battery?" The waiter said: "Impossible, we were communicating fine just now." Sister Red asked again: "Did she forget the walkie-talkie at the front desk? It's over if the police hear it!" The waiter shook his head: "Impossible. I just saw her in the surveillance. The walkie-talkie was on her waist; she definitely heard us." People looked at the surveillance screen doubtfully but just couldn't find the receptionist. But just then, I saw my husband appear in the surveillance screen. He opened the stairwell door and walked in. Seeing my husband, these people were stunned. Sister Red said quickly: "That man came up, looks familiar." The waiter quickly pointed at me: "Seems to be her man." Sister Red panicked, quickly said to a man: "Probably looking for his wife. Go quickly, tell him upstairs is staff area, customers not allowed." The man nodded and went out quickly. I looked at the door worriedly, while Sister Red was still forcing me to unlock the phone. She handed the phone to me, gritting her teeth: "My patience has run out. I advise you not to provoke me further." Panting, I took the phone. I said: "Okay, I'll unlock." Seeing I was willing to unlock, she breathed a sigh of relief. And I held the phone, quickly inputting the password. First time, failed. Second and third time, also failed. Soon, the phone popped up a prompt: "You have entered the wrong password three times consecutively, please try again in ten minutes!" I handed the phone to Sister Red. She stared blankly at the screen, her expression becoming uglier and uglier. She murmured: "You really aren't afraid of death."
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