My Milk Trap in Golden Triangle - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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My second day in Myanmar marked the official start of my "job"—a role I never wanted but had no choice but to play.
I slipped into a tight black corset dress, the deep V plunging dangerously low. Cheap makeup caked my face, masking my fear beneath a mask of false confidence.
Following Monica’s instructions from the night before, I took my place at the poker table, flashing a practiced smile. "Hello there, handsome," I purred, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I’m Lulu, your dealer tonight. Place your bets, and let’s see if luck’s on your side."
I arched my back slightly, letting the dress do its work. The man across from me barely glanced at the cards—his eyes were locked on my chest.
Monica gave me a subtle signal. Reluctantly, I let out a soft sigh, the sound forced but convincing enough. The memory of Sean’s stun baton crackling in the background kept me obedient.
I kept his attention glued to me while my fingers worked the deck with deceptive ease.
First round—I let him win $100,000. His grin widened. Second round, I coaxed him into betting double. By the fourth, he’d lost half his stack. Desperation set in. He went all in.
And just like that, I took everything.
A silent apology echoed in my mind, but there was no time for guilt. Sean nudged me, and I delivered the scripted line with a sultry smile: "Don’t lose hope, sweetheart~ Add me on WeChat, and Lulu will share some exclusive betting tips with you~"
The words tasted like poison.
Monica and Sean clapped like proud mentors.
"Excellent," Monica cooed. "If Leo sees this, he’ll fast-track your promotion."
Sean smirked. "Your daily quota? Ten leads."
Monica feigned concern. "And if she doesn’t hit ten?"
Sean didn’t answer. Instead, he led me to a cell.
Inside, a nightmare unfolded. Dozens of women, naked and bound. Some swollen with pregnancy, abandoned in filth. Others bore deep purple bruises—bite marks, whip lashes, the evidence of unspeakable cruelty.
My stomach twisted.
"I—I’ll get more clients," I stammered, forcing my voice steady.
Sean’s grin widened. "Good. And once you master lead generation, you’ll recruit new family members."
The word family here was a sick joke. It meant dragging others into this hell—just like Monica had done to me.
But in that moment, I saw my chance.
I kept my face blank, my hope hidden.
"S-Sean… how do we… bring in new members?" I asked, letting my voice shake—just enough to keep him unsuspecting.
"Online," he said. "Show them the opportunities here. Make them want to join us."
I didn’t press. If they gave me internet access…
I nodded, eyes downcast, my pulse racing.
Only I knew the plan forming in my mind.
I slipped into a tight black corset dress, the deep V plunging dangerously low. Cheap makeup caked my face, masking my fear beneath a mask of false confidence.
Following Monica’s instructions from the night before, I took my place at the poker table, flashing a practiced smile. "Hello there, handsome," I purred, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I’m Lulu, your dealer tonight. Place your bets, and let’s see if luck’s on your side."
I arched my back slightly, letting the dress do its work. The man across from me barely glanced at the cards—his eyes were locked on my chest.
Monica gave me a subtle signal. Reluctantly, I let out a soft sigh, the sound forced but convincing enough. The memory of Sean’s stun baton crackling in the background kept me obedient.
I kept his attention glued to me while my fingers worked the deck with deceptive ease.
First round—I let him win $100,000. His grin widened. Second round, I coaxed him into betting double. By the fourth, he’d lost half his stack. Desperation set in. He went all in.
And just like that, I took everything.
A silent apology echoed in my mind, but there was no time for guilt. Sean nudged me, and I delivered the scripted line with a sultry smile: "Don’t lose hope, sweetheart~ Add me on WeChat, and Lulu will share some exclusive betting tips with you~"
The words tasted like poison.
Monica and Sean clapped like proud mentors.
"Excellent," Monica cooed. "If Leo sees this, he’ll fast-track your promotion."
Sean smirked. "Your daily quota? Ten leads."
Monica feigned concern. "And if she doesn’t hit ten?"
Sean didn’t answer. Instead, he led me to a cell.
Inside, a nightmare unfolded. Dozens of women, naked and bound. Some swollen with pregnancy, abandoned in filth. Others bore deep purple bruises—bite marks, whip lashes, the evidence of unspeakable cruelty.
My stomach twisted.
"I—I’ll get more clients," I stammered, forcing my voice steady.
Sean’s grin widened. "Good. And once you master lead generation, you’ll recruit new family members."
The word family here was a sick joke. It meant dragging others into this hell—just like Monica had done to me.
But in that moment, I saw my chance.
I kept my face blank, my hope hidden.
"S-Sean… how do we… bring in new members?" I asked, letting my voice shake—just enough to keep him unsuspecting.
"Online," he said. "Show them the opportunities here. Make them want to join us."
I didn’t press. If they gave me internet access…
I nodded, eyes downcast, my pulse racing.
Only I knew the plan forming in my mind.
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