trafficking in sinful desires

Su Tingyun watched Sima Yu intently tying her legs, secretly relieved as the substitute beside her faded away. Sima Yu's gaze was fixed on Su Tingyun's black-stockinged legs—ordinary people couldn't see substitutes, and if she slipped up now, it would be a huge embarrassment. By now, Su Tingyun's legs were tightly bound, with an additional rope connecting her ankles. Apart from being able to move laterally a small amount, she couldn't spread them at all. Her arms were pulled behind her back, rendering her immobile, and even her fingers were bound together. In such a restrictive situation, she could only rely on her substitute to escape, so... "Next, I need to gag you," Sima Yu said, pulling out a gag with a rather long prosthetic and dangling it before Su Tingyun. "Open your mouth—" Summoning a substitute required calling out its name first. Therefore, Miss Su, in a situation where she could only rely on her substitute to get out of this, would theoretically not allow herself to be truly gagged, unless... "...Ah..." Su Tingyun stared intently at the large prosthetic. After roughly confirming its length, she frowned but still opened her mouth voluntarily. She wasn't worried about being unable to summon her substitute. This meant—she trusted that someone in the organization would call out the substitute's name for her or help her break free. Alright, I think I know who the traitor in the organization is—obviously, the one in the investigation team. Struggling to shake her arms, as if trying to snatch the tablet, Song Jialing couldn't break free from the shackles in the bathtub. She tried to get up but fell back down, splashing water and bubbles everywhere—after all, she had been violated and humiliated by Huang Ma not long ago, and her strength hadn't recovered much. "Forging two corpses isn't actually difficult," Huang Ma swiped the screen, opening another video of Song Huan, bound by dogs in a confined room, struggling to climb. Of course, the little girl, tightly restrained and with a plug inserted, eventually just lay on the ground, unable to stop leaking and crying. "Wuwuwu!" Lying in a bathtub filled halfway with water, Song Jialing, covered in body wash, had no ropes on her body, only a gag. Her limbs were cuffed by iron shackles installed in the tub, leaving her with only a very small range of motion. But great maternal love made her seem to possess endless strength as she struggled—then she splashed waves of water and foam, looking like a petulant little girl jumping and splashing in the bathtub under her grandmother's patient persuasion. Huang Ma watched with a smile as Song Jialing wasted her remaining strength. Only after she finally tired and settled down did he slowly say, "I know someone who really likes little girls. His methods are much rougher than mine." "Wuwu!" Song Jialing's expression suddenly froze, and she immediately struggled to let out loud whimpers. Being as intelligent as she was, she naturally understood that the other party had been targeting her from the very beginning—meaning her daughter should not be in immediate danger for now, but she had clearly become a bargaining chip against her. In fact, Song Jialing already had a plan. If she could manage to let her daughter escape, she was willing to trade herself. But the prerequisite for negotiation was that both sides had a certain amount of bargaining chips, and... They had to be on the table.