Chapter 238: The Slaughterhouse of Dignity (Flashback 23 Years Ago)

Author’s POV

Morgan ignored her question entirely while Meredith froze in place. A bone-chilling cold swept through her veins as her eyes darted around that dark club, which reeked of sweat, cheap liquor, and raw, unfiltered lust.

This was no ordinary club; it was a slaughterhouse for dignity, where bodies were treated as nothing more than shared pieces of meat.

In the center of the hall, under dim red lights that heightened the brutality of the scene, she saw a man fucking a completely naked girl right on top of the bar counter in front of everyone. The onlookers crowded around them, touching their bodies and cheering them on with filthy words and hysterical laughter. Privacy was non-existent; every corner was a stage for a live, sickening performance.

Meredith gasped as she spotted another woman on her knees in the middle of the aisle, licking a large man’s dick while he gripped her hair ruthlessly, shoving his head deep into her mouth with violence. Passersby rubbed their bodies against her with total indifference.

The "squelching" sounds of colliding flesh, combined with the moans of women and the grunts of men, filled the air with a noise that made Meredith gag with nausea.

Her eyes fell upon a raised wooden bed in the corner, where a girl was being fucked by two men simultaneously. One was thrusting his dick into her pussy with primal force, while the other stood behind her, invading her anus. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain under the watchful eyes of the spectators, who reached out to fiddle with her hard nipples.

Girls wandered through the club naked, their pussies displayed like cheap commodities for any passerby to touch impudently. Meredith watched as men ejaculated hot semen onto the girls’ faces and the floor, where it was trampled by feet amidst the roar of violent music.

Meredith turned toward Morgan, her eyes overflowing with tears of terror and shock. "Morgan... please, let’s get out of here," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This place... they’re having sex in front of people! They are animals!"

But Morgan didn’t answer. He looked at her with a glacial stare, devoid of any mercy, as if his features were telling her that her turn in this public display was fast approaching and that all her elegance and high heels were merely preparation for her to be the next victim among this hungry pack.

Morgan took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke coldly into her face. "Didn’t you ask me for money?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Didn’t you ask if you had slept with me for free? Well, I’m granting your wish, ’Violet’... Here, money flows like blood, and the customers are never satisfied."

He grabbed her jaw with a force that made her teeth clatter together, twisting her head to force her to watch a drunken man emptying his semen onto the body of a woman lying on the floor, while others surrounded her, waiting for their turn.

Morgan continued coldly, "Look closely... these are your new customers. Here, you won’t pay for your beauty; you’ll pay for your lies with every inch of your body. You wanted to be a whore? I’ll make you the most famous whore in this filthy club."

Meredith collapsed under the weight of his words, trembling and pleading. "Morgan... I was angry... I didn’t mean it... Please, take me away from here!"

But Morgan shoved her away, letting her fall onto the filthy floor stained with liquor and the remnants of disgusting pleasure.

He gestured to a group of men who were watching the scene, salivating. "This woman says she loves money," he announced in a loud voice that reached everyone in the corner. "Which of you has a few dollars to take her?"

In that moment, Meredith saw the men advancing toward her, their faces distorted by primal lust.

One of them began unbuckling his belt to reveal his engorged dick before her eyes. Morgan stepped back coldly, watching the image of the "perfect sister" shatter, leaving her to a fate she had crafted with her own hands when she thought she could play with the fire of a man who knew no mercy.

Meredith shivered as the bodies closed in on her. Morgan watched the scene, his back leaning against a wall, his gray eyes gleaming with a sadistic spark. A massive man, reeking of cheap cigarettes, stepped forward. With one foul move, he yanked Meredith’s hair back, forcing her tear-streaked face upward.

"She looks expensive... but that’s fine, you’re worth all my money, sweetheart," the man said with a sickening laugh. He pulled out his dick, dripping with the wetness of desire, and forced her to look at it.

Meredith screamed, trying to crawl away, but another man grabbed her ankles and pulled her forcefully back into the center of the circle. Her short black dress slid up, exposing her thigh-high sheer stockings, which were now subject to the rough hands that began to tear at her body without shame.

"Money. You’ll get your money today,"

Morgan said flatly, throwing his cigarette butt to the ground.

The first man pounced on her. With a brutal move, he ripped away her underwear, leaving her pussy completely exposed to the hungry gaze of the crowd.

He didn’t wait a second; he knelt between Meredith’s legs as she screamed Morgan’s name, begging him, but Morgan didn’t move a muscle. The man buried his thick dick inside her with one violent thrust, without any foreplay or mercy. Meredith felt as if her insides were being torn apart.

The man began to fuck her wildly amidst the cheers of the others, who didn’t just watch; one of them pulled out his dick and shoved it into Meredith’s mouth to silence her screams, while a third began to fiddle with her nipples, squeezing them with painful force.

Meredith writhed beneath them like a sacrificial animal, her eyes fixed on Morgan, who watched her public "defilement" with a deadly calm.

She felt every thrust piercing her, every drop of sweat falling from these bastards onto her body. In that moment, she realized that Morgan’s revenge wasn’t just physical pain; it was the total annihilation of her soul in public, proving to her that in his eyes, she was nothing more than a cheap piece of meat exactly as she had claimed when she asked for the price of her pleasure.