How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 47
Clatter, clatter.
With just a forceful shake, the weak wooden door easily broke down, failing to serve as a solid barrier. The debt collectors harassed Leticia and her family almost daily. Life no longer felt like living.
Though Leticia’s parents pleaded for more time, the collectors showed no mercy. Eventually, they proposed a solution as they eyed the young and still-beautiful Leticia. It was more of a threat disguised as an offer.
“She might fetch a good price in the red-light district. What do you say? Leticia, right? If you just suffer a little, your parents can live in peace.”
“P-red-light district? My daughter… in a place like that?!”
“Come on, are you still not understanding the situation? How else do you plan to pay off the debt?”
They looked ready to tear the cabin apart with the tools they held if the offer wasn’t accepted. Although Leticia’s parents said they could never send their daughter to such a place, Leticia could see the momentary flicker of hesitation and desperation in their eyes.
In that fleeting moment, her parents’ eyes seemed to silently plead with her: Leticia, you’re the only one who can solve this. Are we going to keep living like this forever?
From that day on, a new fear began to grow in the corner of Leticia’s heart, one more frightening than the fear of the debt collectors.
What kind of parents would ask their daughter to sell her body? Leticia clung to the belief that her parents wouldn’t let her down, that they wouldn’t make her do it.
But that trust, like their business, was built on sand. In the end, her parents betrayed her and sold her to the collectors without her consent, just to survive. They justified it to themselves as the only option. Her father was too weak to work, and Sharon was too old to sell her own body.
Thus, Leticia was thrust into the filthy red-light district, not by her own will but because of the betrayal of the parents she had trusted the most. She had never imagined her life would be reduced to this level of squalor.
The moment she entered the red-light district, the overwhelming stench of alcohol and drvgs hit her nose. The entrance to the district, tinged with a crimson glow, was teeming with drunk, stumbling people. Leticia found herself at the largest, most extravagant establishment.
A harsh-looking woman with red hair, holding a cigarette between her lips, scrutinized Leticia’s disheveled appearance from head to toe. She was the brothel’s madam, a person who dealt in everything, from children to homos-xuals, as long as it made money.
“Hmm… top-tier. What a rare gem we’ve got here.”
Though Leticia looked frail from lack of food and proper care, it was clear that with a little grooming, she could be the star of the brothel. The madam thought herself lucky to have such a valuable item fall into her lap.
She lifted the hem of Leticia’s dirty dress with a long stick.
“Ugh…”
Leticia recoiled in fear, and the madam’s expression hardened.
“You came here to make money, didn’t you? There are much worse things that can happen here than me lifting your skirt a little. If you’re flinching at something like this, how do you expect to work? Tch.”
“Hiic… I didn’t come here by choice! Please, let me leave! I’ll pay the debt back in another way—”
“Hey, do you even know how much I paid for you? You’re not leaving until you pay off that debt. If you try to escape, you’ll be beaten until you’re half-dead. So don’t even think about it if you want to leave here with all your limbs intact.”
Another debt had been added to Leticia’s burden. The betrayal by her parents and her descent into this hell left her feeling utterly powerless.
At first, she had a faint hope that her parents might come to rescue her, or that she might find a way to escape this vile place. But every escape attempt ended in failure, and Leticia soon gave up the thought of ever getting out.
Just as the madam had promised, the punishments for trying to escape were brutal. Leticia’s spirit became increasingly broken.
No matter how much she struggled, there was no escaping this nightmare. At some point, she realized that the only way to survive was to give in and accept her fate.
As Leticia stopped resisting, they began preparing her to receive clients. The women in the brothel typically saw two or three clients a day, sometimes as many as five or six.
The clients were brutal, and it would not be uncommon for Leticia’s head to be bashed in by some drunken fool. They ranged from elderly men with white hair to men three times her size, and even perverts with strange s-xual desires. None of them were normal. The thought of being with them made her feel nauseous.
But refusing wasn’t an option. Leticia had no choice but to comply with their demands, becoming nothing more than a lifeless doll, blinking blankly as she endured the abuse.
