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.
