As for those who couldn't be taught, some would be sold cheaply to human traffickers and then resold to other countries.
Some might be dealt with directly, becoming a part of Angel Lake.
This place was hell for those girls, their dignity, personality, everything, was torn to shreds the moment they were brought here.
To survive, they had to abandon everything, nothing could be left behind!
Just like the girl in front of him, she was hung on a rack, having thrown all her dignity and self-respect to the ground with force.
Booker held a specially made whip in his hand, lashing her fiercely.
The crying and shouting were loud, but none of that could elicit the slightest sympathy from Sam; he looked at the girl's body without any pity.
Loud knocking sounds came, and Booker, panting, hung the whip on the rack next to him.
He picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his body and walked towards the door, "Who's there?"
"Mr. Booker, Boss, Young Master Eric has arrived."
