"What the hell do I do if I don't gamble? At least if I take the money to gamble, there's a chance to make enough! If I don't gamble, I'll just continue being a damn eunuch, damn it!"
After the man had vented his violence, he held her close, eyes red, continuing to offer comfort.
He said it was his fault, making the woman keep earning money for him as gambling capital, claiming he'd win it back someday.
What could the woman do?
She was hopeless, unable to escape.
Because she was a slave bought by the man.
And so, days went on like this.
…
Watching the man's retreating figure, the woman got up, entered the room, and washed away the filth on her body.
She coaxed her daughter, whose eyes were numb, then locked the daughter in another room, took out a red scarf, and hung it by the window, her expression numb.
…
"Damn it, I'll definitely win next time!"
