Seven Zero: The vicious female supporting role pampered four little villains

I never could believe that my sister would sell me to human traffickers when she took me out to play.

I saw her taking 10 yuan when she left. There was not much smile on her face, but she was obviously relieved.

I have always known that I am a burden, but I have tried my best to help the family.

I do not know what I did wrong?Why must my sister sell me?

I was blindfolded by the trafficker soon after I was sold.

They kept walking with me and I didn't even know where I was.

The days of being sold were not easy. I didn't have enough to eat and couldn't sleep well.

We are on the road to escape all the time, and we are in fear every day. If we make the slightest movement, we will be beaten.

The brave ones who tried to escape were beaten to pieces before they could escape.

I knew the same would happen to me if I dared to run.

I bit my lower lip and forced myself to learn to be silent.

Because only those who don't cry, make noise and talk can survive.

I personally saw someone run away several times, only to be caught and beaten to death.

There are also some older girls who lived a life worse than a pig or a dog before they were sold.

Most of these human traffickers are men. They are out all year round. If they have needs, they will find young girls to deal with them casually.

Maybe because I'm too young and too skinny, no one has ever taken an interest in me.

During this period, I also encountered several dangerous moments, but I pretended to be crazy and avoided them all.

I'm really scared and I really want to go home!

Even if he eats brangrass every day and has endless farm work to do every day, at least those days are free.

Now they are kept indoors every day, sometimes even sent to cages.

Traffickers take their heads to many places. As time goes by, they get further and further away from home and go to more and more remote places.

This place is even poorer than my hometown. I don’t know which direction to escape from.

Until this time, I was completely desperate and unwilling to speak.

It has been more than a month since I pretended to be mute. In order not to be tricked, I have not said a word for more than a month.

Sometimes I want to speak very much, but when I think about the consequences of speaking, I am too scared to speak.

In this contradiction, I was very torn in my heart, and it seemed that I really couldn't speak.

Sometimes in the dead of night, I won’t open my mouth and try to speak.

But I tried very hard, but I just couldn't say it.

Of course, being a mute also has its advantages. In addition to having to do some dirty and tiring work, at least you won't be assigned to serve men.

Those who have sound limbs and can speak well have been sold out long ago.

I don't know whether it's right or wrong to stay here, but I still have a vague expectation in my heart.

What if my sister finds out her conscience and comes to see me again?

I think about it every day, and after thinking about it for a long time, I actually believe it.

One day while I was working, I saw a trafficker who was responsible for guarding me and got very angry.

I heard them vaguely cursing: "Damn it, why don't the people from the Public Security Bureau let us go?"

"Have we come this far? Do they have to force people to a dead end? I heard that a stinky bitch is behind it. If I find out who it is, I will have to rape her!"

Traffickers always only have these dirty things in their minds.

I usually hate hearing them talk, but this time I am a little curious, who is the stinky bitch they are talking about?

A woman actually has such great power that she can make all these human traffickers frightened.

I thought that would definitely not be my sister. Apart from beating and scolding people, and getting pregnant out of wedlock, my sister didn’t have such great abilities.

I heard that the situation outside is so tight that human traffickers have been hiding in the mountains for several months.

In the past few months, I have been doing my duty and trying to reduce my presence as much as possible.

But these beasts, they didn't treat me as a human being at all.

Whenever they were unhappy, they would punch and kick me.

I was often bruised and bruised. I was kicked in the chest several times and almost couldn't breathe.

Another time I even heard the snapping sound of bones, and when I stood up, my ribs hurt terribly.

I think I might have broken a few ribs, but what does it matter?

I still have to keep working, because if I don’t work well, I won’t have food to eat.

I endured the pain in my chest, and my life was worse than death every day.

Fortunately, I have strong vitality, and my broken ribs miraculously grew back.

Later, the pain in my chest stopped, and I knew I was recovering.

The feeling of immortality is really great, but why hasn't my sister come to me yet?

After living in the village for a long time, I gradually knew the location of the village entrance.

When I finish my work, I will stand at the entrance of the village and look far away. How I wish I could see my sister.

But no, not even once!

The traffickers became more and more violent, and I received more and more beatings every day.

Often old wounds have not healed and new ones have been added to the body.

Living in such pain every day, sometimes I really want to die.

More and more disappointments accumulated in one place, and my mental state completely collapsed.

The soles of my feet were light and I was listless every day, looking half-dead.

My appetite has become very poor, mainly because I haven't had much to eat in the past few months.

There are wild vegetables every day, and occasionally steamed buns and porridge.

I couldn't eat much and I didn't poop much every day.

My sister still hasn't come to pick me up?

She might never come, right?

I was thinking this in my heart, and my whole mind suddenly fell into darkness.

I have been holding on for a while, but found that I really couldn't hold on.

I fell straight to the ground and was later saved by the traffickers.

They were afraid that I would not be able to sell it for money after I died, so they asked the doctor at the health center to give me some random medicine.

I don’t know what kind of medicine I was taking. I only know that it was very bitter. I didn’t want to take it, so they force-fed it into me.

At this moment I really knew what death felt like.

I even thought to myself that since I am a superfluous person, it would be nice to die like this.

I heard that some people can go to heaven after death?I wonder if I can go?

Eventually I got through it, but by that time I had become very numb.

I don’t want to do housework anymore, and I don’t want to listen to anyone anymore.

As a person who is not even afraid of death, I don’t think I have anything to be afraid of.

Anyway, my sister doesn’t want me anymore, so what’s the point of living?

Her brother has never come to see her until now, maybe he will never come, right?

The traffickers saw that I was dying, and they were probably afraid that if I stayed here they would waste food and not be able to work, so they thought of selling me.

They were asking me for buyers everywhere, and I was already numb at this time.

Anyway, life is hard enough now, is there anyone else who is even more miserable?