Chapter 6 Price of Flesh

Jolene didn't know how long she'd been locked up.

No windows, no clock. A white incandescent bulb overhead, never turned off, twenty-four hours a day. Metal walls on all sides, not even a crack.

That surgery without anesthesia had saved her life. The rotted flesh below had been cut away, leaving an ugly scar, but she was ruined.

Every day she huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, staring at her empty palms.

Her child was dead. Her mother had jumped from a building. She was still alive, only because of that grandmother back in the countryside who could barely walk.

"Click."

The iron door was pushed open from outside.

Sienna walked in in high heels, followed by a burly tattooed man carrying a black metal case.

Sienna covered her nose with a handkerchief, her gaze landing precisely on the corner where Jolene was huddled.

"Jolene, settling in okay? This is the cage Benjamin specially prepared for you."

Jolene ignored her. She stared at the case, her body instinctively shrinking back.

Sienna laughed coldly, pulled her phone out of her bag, and threw it right in front of her.

The screen was lit. In the ICU, a white-haired old woman was hooked up to tubes. The monitor was beeping shrilly, the heart rate line so weak it was almost flat.

"Grandma!" Jolene lunged forward, her trembling hands grabbing the phone as tears immediately fell.

"The old thing won't last much longer." Sienna's voice carried satisfaction. "Without two million dollars for heart surgery, she won't survive the night. Jolene, you're penniless now. What are you going to save her with?"

Jolene's whole body shook as she suddenly looked up. "What do you want?"

Sienna snapped her fingers.

The tattooed man stepped forward and opened the metal case. Tattoo needles, ink, a set of miniature streaming equipment.

"It's simple." Sienna's voice was cold as a snake's tongue. "Strip naked and let him tattoo 'whore fucked by thousands' on your lower belly and pubic area. Then put on a collar and stream on the dark web."

Jolene's breathing stopped.

"There are plenty of people on the dark web who like your type. Auction off your body publicly, and I'll give you two million dollars to save that old thing. Pretty good deal, right?"

"In your dreams!" Jolene grabbed the phone and threw it hard at her. "Sienna, you psycho!"

The phone hit Sienna's shoulder. She immediately fell to the ground, covering her face and crying. "Jolene! Why are you doing this! I'm trying to help you!"

The iron door was kicked open.

Benjamin stood in the doorway, his presence as violent as if he'd been dragged out of hell.

"Benjamin!" Sienna crawled over and grabbed his legs, crying pitifully. "She heard her grandmother was critically ill and insisted on getting tattooed to sell herself on the dark web! I tried everything to stop her, but she hit me and said she didn't care how many men fucked her!"

Benjamin's gaze swept over the tattoo needles, ink, and streaming equipment on the floor, finally settling on Jolene.

"That's not true! She forced me! She brought these people!" Jolene screamed.

Benjamin didn't look at her. He bent down to help Sienna up and handed her to a bodyguard outside. "Take Sienna back. Drag the tattoo artist out too."

The door slammed shut.

"Dark web streaming to sell yourself?" He laughed coldly, grabbing her hair and yanking her up. "Jolene, how desperate are you for men? Your pussy is barely healed from being sewn up, and you're already dying to get fucked?"

"No... let go of me... she set me up—"

"Still lying!"

He threw her hard to the ground. Jolene's back hit the metal floor, her vision going black.

Before she could get up, Benjamin was already on top of her. He tore open her hospital gown, undid his belt, and thrust directly into her freshly healed vagina, still marked with stitched scars.

"Ahh—!"

Jolene let out a piercing scream. Tearing pain shot from below straight to her brain, as if the newly healed stitches were being ripped open again. Her dry, tight passage was forcibly stretched open by his massive cock, ruthlessly scraping against the fragile tender flesh.

Benjamin's movements were vicious and brutal, without a trace of mercy. He gripped her waist tightly, thrusting wildly like a crazed beast. Each deep thrust slammed his huge penis against her cervix. Each withdrawal scraped his rough shaft against her sensitive vaginal walls.

"Don't you like being fucked by men? Don't you want to stream on the dark web?" Benjamin panted through gritted teeth, sweat dripping onto Jolene's pale, twisted face. "I'll give you all you can handle today! Let's see how slutty this rotten whore can be!"

Jolene convulsed in pain, tears pouring out like a broken dam. She desperately pushed and hit Benjamin's chest, her nails scratching bloody marks across his back. "Let go... it hurts... Benjamin you animal... get off!"

"Shut up!"

Benjamin slapped her hard across the face, splitting her lip instantly. His lower body moved even more violently, his penis making wet sounds as it moved in and out of her body, the brutal sound of flesh hitting flesh mixed with her painful whimpers echoing in the room.

Blood flowed down the inside of Jolene's thighs, staining the cold floor red. Her lower body was completely torn open again.

But Benjamin seemed to see nothing. He only felt a fire burning in his chest, wanting to burn this shameless woman completely to ashes.

Finally, Benjamin let out a low growl and shot all his hot semen deep into her womb. He pulled out his blood-covered penis, calmly straightened his clothes, and looked coldly at Jolene lying on the ground like a broken rag doll.

Her thighs were covered in blood, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, her chest heaving violently, as if she might die at any moment.

Benjamin's gaze fell on the scattered metal case nearby. He walked over, picked up a sharp tattoo knife, and grabbed a bottle of high-concentration medical alcohol.

The cold blade touched Jolene's lower belly. She shuddered violently, eyes wide with terror, her body instinctively shrinking back. "What are you doing..."

"Didn't you want words carved on your body? I'll grant your wish. But you don't need anyone else to do it. I'll carve them myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the knife tip pierced through the tender skin of her lower belly.

"Ah!" Jolene screamed, struggling desperately. But Benjamin's knee pressed down hard on her legs, one hand pinning her shoulder, the other gripping the knife, mercilessly cutting into her flesh. Blood immediately gushed out.

Stroke by stroke. He carved deep into her lower abdomen, etching the word "whore."

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh was clear in the room. Jolene was in so much pain she nearly passed out. She bit through her lip, her mouth full of the metallic taste of blood.

"Can't take it already?" Benjamin looked coldly at the bloody word and directly unscrewed the alcohol bottle in his hand.

"No... please, Benjamin, no..." Jolene looked at the bottle in terror, begging desperately.

Benjamin showed no expression and poured the high-concentration alcohol directly onto the freshly carved wound.

Bone-piercing pain exploded instantly. The alcohol seeped into the torn flesh, like countless fire ants frantically gnawing at her nerves.

"Ahh—kill me! Benjamin, just kill me!" Jolene's screams were heart-wrenching. Her body convulsed violently, her hands clawing at the floor, all her nails breaking and tearing off.

The scene was bloody and brutal.