The foreign man came in and whipped Ding Ling twice without saying a word.

    Although Ding Ling was in pain, she didn''t beg for mercy: "if you dare to hit me, I will kill you!"

    But the foreign man didn''t pay attention to Ding Ling''s words. He whipped again. His whip makes it very accurate, fierce, bang.

    With a loud sound, the man retreated, the iron door closed again, and the narrow room became dark again.

    "Who is this man?" Ding Ling was lying on the wet floor, her teeth trembling because of the pain of her body. She asked, "Why are we locked up here?"

    No one answered her, and the dark room was dead.

    Ding Ling clenched her teeth and tried to stop the pain coming from her body. She struggled on the ground for a while, then reluctantly sat up from the ground.

    She looked around and saw that other people were lying on the ground, like fish dying of drought. She could see no other life features except her chest.

    "Let''s try to resist." Ding Ling suddenly said, "if he comes in and lashes us, let''s fight together."

    Her words like a stone into the calm lake, suddenly aroused a circle of ripples.

    "It''s all your fault." Suddenly a woman said.

    "If you hadn''t yelled," someone immediately echoed, "we wouldn''t have been beaten."

    "It''s all your fault!" The voice sharpened.

    "You want to get us beaten." All of a sudden, these women had strength. They supported each other and stood up from the ground.

    "You vicious fellow." The women surrounded Ding Ling.

    "What are you doing?" Ding Ling was a little flustered. She put her hand around her body.

    "Tear this bitch''s clothes!" A woman suggested.

    Their clothes were in tatters, only Ding Ling had just come in, and their clothes were relatively complete.

    "I see who dares to touch me!" Ding Ling screamed, but she was flustered.

    The women''s hands stretched out from all directions. Ding Ling wanted to fight back, but she was surrounded by these people and couldn''t fight back effectively.

    But Ding Ling still clenched her fist and waved around her, hoping to drive these crazy women away.

    "Pop." Someone slapped Ding Ling heavily.

    Ding Ling was stunned. She was so big that she didn''t know how many people slapped her in the face, but she was never beaten in the face by anyone. Compared with the hot pain, a stronger sense of humiliation poured into Ding Ling''s heart.

    Then someone kicked Ding Ling''s belly and knocked Ding Ling to the ground.

    Ding Ling stopped moving, and the sharp pain in her body and the humiliation in her heart. Not long ago, she was as sharp as a knife. Now she has become a wooden person who doesn''t know how to resist.

    The hands came towards her, tearing at her clothes.

    Her chest, her thighs, her body gradually exposed. In the sound of the cloth breaking, these women forget the bullying they just suffered and their situation at the moment.

    It wasn''t until Ding Ling didn''t have any complete clothes on her body and knew that Ding Ling looked more embarrassed and desolate than any of them, that they finally satisfied with it.

    The dark room gradually quieted down from the noise.

    The women came back to their corner. They squatted on the wet ground, with their hair down and their hands around their knees. They looked as pitiful and helpless as before.

    The only difference is that there is another person on the ground, that is Ding Ling lying on the ground.

    Ding Ling shrank slightly. The water on the ground was so cool that she held her chest with her hand.

    Her tears ran down her cheeks and mingled with the water on the ground.

    At this time, the square under the iron door was opened.

    A bucket was handed in from the square. The cask was filled with white rice and a few green leaves.

    All of a sudden, those women swarmed over. They only had such a meal every day. If they missed it, they had to wait until the next day hungry. Some of them walked by Ding Ling''s side, some stepped on Ding Ling''s body directly. Without tableware, they scrambled for the rice and vegetable leaves in the bucket. It didn''t take long for the bucket to be overturned on the ground.

    The white rice fell into the sewage on the ground.

    But these women don''t mind, and people who have tasted the taste of hunger don''t mind this little filth.

    Ding Ling was still lying on the ground. She did not fight with these women, because she was still immersed in the loss of dignity, and she had not tasted the taste of hunger.

    Soon the rice and vegetable leaves were separated and cleaned. This little rice could not feed the whole room, and there was neither meat nor oil. These foods could not fill their hunger. There are also people groping in the water on the ground, trying to find a little food residue.At this time, a hand came in from the square and took away the barrel.

    Then, a water pipe with the thickness of the bowl mouth was plugged in from the same position.