My Milk Trap in Golden Triangle - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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My brief moment of happiness vanished in an instant.
A heavily pregnant woman—at least seven months along—was being shoved forward by a group of men.
"Move it! Mr. Roscente doesn’t like to wait!" one of them snapped over the chaos.
Sean Winston caught me staring. His voice was low, almost conversational, but there was steel beneath it. "She tried to run. Like that was ever going to work in her condition. Now she gets to entertain Mr. Roscente instead."
My breath hitched. Then his voice, smooth as poison, dripped into my ear. "He’s got a thing for pregnant women. Whether she walks out of there… well, that’s up to him."
His chuckle slithered down my spine like something unholy. I bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood, fighting to keep myself together.
Then—a scream. Raw, guttural, the kind that claws its way into your bones. It sent me crashing to my knees.
It was her.
This wasn’t just about her. It was about me. They wanted me to hear.
I couldn’t save her. Sean hauled me up by the arm, his grip bruising. "As long as you behave, the Family will take care of you."
His fingers dragged down my cheek, slow, deliberate. I shuddered. He smiled, drinking in my terror. "See? Much better this way, isn’t it?"
Monsters. Every last one of them.
That woman’s death wasn’t just a warning. It was a lesson. In this place, failing to escape didn’t just mean punishment.
It meant death would be a mercy.
Day two, and I was crushing my lead generation goals—way beyond what they'd expected.
As a reward, Boss Leo showed up with this massive cake. He yanked me up next to him and launched into one of his trademark motivational rants, voice booming like a megaphone.
"The Family always rewards loyalty!"
"You give us your sweat today, we’ll make you rich tomorrow!"
"Stick with us, and you’ll be swimming in billions!"
The crowd just stood there, dead-eyed. A few half-hearted claps when they knew they had to, but otherwise? Nothing. Blank stares, like zombies waiting for the next command.
Up on that stage, my stomach twisted. The longer I stayed, the more I worried I’d end up just like them—empty, numb, and worse, trapped here forever.
After his speech, I pulled Boss Leo aside. Told him I was hungry for more—anything, anything—as long as it wasn’t becoming a Milker.
He just laughed, like it was some joke. "Kid, as long as you keep making me money, I don’t care if you’re running schemes or milking marks. Cash is cash."
A heavily pregnant woman—at least seven months along—was being shoved forward by a group of men.
"Move it! Mr. Roscente doesn’t like to wait!" one of them snapped over the chaos.
Sean Winston caught me staring. His voice was low, almost conversational, but there was steel beneath it. "She tried to run. Like that was ever going to work in her condition. Now she gets to entertain Mr. Roscente instead."
My breath hitched. Then his voice, smooth as poison, dripped into my ear. "He’s got a thing for pregnant women. Whether she walks out of there… well, that’s up to him."
His chuckle slithered down my spine like something unholy. I bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood, fighting to keep myself together.
Then—a scream. Raw, guttural, the kind that claws its way into your bones. It sent me crashing to my knees.
It was her.
This wasn’t just about her. It was about me. They wanted me to hear.
I couldn’t save her. Sean hauled me up by the arm, his grip bruising. "As long as you behave, the Family will take care of you."
His fingers dragged down my cheek, slow, deliberate. I shuddered. He smiled, drinking in my terror. "See? Much better this way, isn’t it?"
Monsters. Every last one of them.
That woman’s death wasn’t just a warning. It was a lesson. In this place, failing to escape didn’t just mean punishment.
It meant death would be a mercy.
Day two, and I was crushing my lead generation goals—way beyond what they'd expected.
As a reward, Boss Leo showed up with this massive cake. He yanked me up next to him and launched into one of his trademark motivational rants, voice booming like a megaphone.
"The Family always rewards loyalty!"
"You give us your sweat today, we’ll make you rich tomorrow!"
"Stick with us, and you’ll be swimming in billions!"
The crowd just stood there, dead-eyed. A few half-hearted claps when they knew they had to, but otherwise? Nothing. Blank stares, like zombies waiting for the next command.
Up on that stage, my stomach twisted. The longer I stayed, the more I worried I’d end up just like them—empty, numb, and worse, trapped here forever.
After his speech, I pulled Boss Leo aside. Told him I was hungry for more—anything, anything—as long as it wasn’t becoming a Milker.
He just laughed, like it was some joke. "Kid, as long as you keep making me money, I don’t care if you’re running schemes or milking marks. Cash is cash."
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