Feast of the Body

Chapter 4

I hadn't been enjoying myself for long before Xu Yingying, who was still enthusiastically at work, and I were startled by a sudden loud bang. Both of us looked towards the door to see it being kicked open. Standing there was Sister Liu, accompanied by a few burly bodyguards in black suits.

Sister Liu gave the bodyguards a signal, and they immediately advanced towards me. Without a word, they dragged me off the bed and began beating me. The group surrounded me, kicking me mercilessly.

I protected my head with both hands, groaning in pain, and tears streamed down my face. This wasn't the first time I'd been beaten, but it was certainly the worst and most brutal. The bodyguards seemed intent on beating me to death.

After what felt like an eternity, Sister Liu finally called them off when she saw I couldn't take it anymore. I lay on the ground, barely conscious, bleeding from my nose and mouth. Sister Liu sauntered over to me and coldly said, "Let me tell you something. Every move you make on this ship is being watched. Consider today a warning. If you dare to sneak off and play around with any prostitutes again, costing me money, I'll have your manhood cut off!"

"Oh, Liu Yan, I don't like what you just said. Who are you calling a prostitute?" Xu Yingying, who was still on the bed, immediately got angry and shouted at Sister Liu.

Sister Liu sneered disdainfully and suddenly slapped Xu Yingying hard across the face, drawing blood from her lips.

Xu Yingying went berserk, screaming at Sister Liu, calling her an old beast, and tried to fight back. But the bodyguards quickly restrained her.

Sister Liu's face turned icy, her eyes locked onto Xu Yingying with a warning tone, "You little slut, let me tell you something. This guy is the Queen's chosen one. If you dare to touch him again, no man will save you. And if you so much as say another word, I'll get a few black men, drug you, and let them have you for three days straight until you're dead. Try me if you don't believe it."

Xu Yingying was silenced, her face filled with resentment, but she didn't dare to say anything further. She sulked on the bed, lighting a cigarette in anger.

After Sister Liu had finished her warning, she left with her entourage. I lay on the floor for a while before struggling to get up. Limping back to my room, Xu Yingying glared at me and grumbled, "What a piece of crap, getting me into trouble."

I kept my head down, said nothing, and slowly made my way back to my room, leaning against the wall for support. Once there, I tended to my wounds as best as I could, sighed in resignation, and went to bed.

The next day, despite my bruised and battered face, I had to continue working as a human sushi platter. When I arrived at the kitchen and was about to lie down on the table to be served, Sister Liu stopped me, pointing and sneering, "You're not going out there today with that face. We don't want to scare the guests. The Queen has ordered me to bring you to her."

I was nothing more than a plaything, with no say in anything. I was taken to see the Queen. The room they brought me to was incredibly luxurious and bathed in pink hues, the grandest I'd ever seen, far more opulent than the fancy suites.

After being brought to the room, everyone else left, leaving me alone. The only other person in the room was the Queen herself, sitting in front of a mirror, delicately applying her makeup.

The Queen remained ethereal, her aura the most refined I'd ever encountered. Her features were an exquisite blend of cold elegance and innocence, seductive yet unprovocative, making her seem untouched by the world's impurities.

"you're here? Got into a fight yesterday? Your face looks like a monkey's," she remarked with a teasing tone, as if she knew exactly how I got my injuries.

I kept my head down, too scared to speak. The Queen extended a slender finger, beckoning me over. Her command was not one I dared to disobey. Obediently, I approached her. She pointed at the scissors on the table and said, "You've been quite the troublemaker. Just got back last night and already sneaking around. See these scissors? Believe me, one morning you might wake up to find your little friend down there gone."

I nodded, fear beginning to seep into my heart. I knew the Queen was capable of such actions. After nodding, I quickly promised her that I wouldn't dare to misbehave again.

The Queen snorted, seemingly satisfied with my submission, and ordered me to undress and lie on the bed. By now, I didn't dare argue with her. Yesterday's beating had taught me a lesson. I understood that on this ship, my life was entirely in her hands, and it meant nothing to her.

I lay naked on the bed, my face expressionless. At this point, nothing mattered anymore as long as I could stay alive.

After lying there for what felt like an eternity, there was still no movement from the Queen. She remained seated in front of the mirror, either grooming herself or admiring her reflection. She stared at herself for a long time before suddenly turning to me and asking, "Do I look beautiful?"

Instinctively, I nodded. The Queen was indeed beautiful, without a flaw. But my answer seemed to displease her. She stood up, anger flashing in her eyes, and walked towards me. She grabbed my manhood with a harsh grip, causing me intense pain, and spat out, "I knew it. All men are the same. Not one decent among you!"

Confused, I weakly asked, "Didn't I say you were beautiful?"

She let out a cold laugh, eyeing my already hard member with mockery. "Men," she sneered, "are all animals that think with their lower half. You're no different. I thought you might be special."

To be fair, the Queen misunderstood me. Earlier, in the kitchen, I had been given a dose of Viagra, and now I was painfully erect, not because of lust but due to the drug.

"Put it on," she demanded, tossing a dog collar beside me.

Looking at the collar, a surge of anger rose within me. I had already humiliated myself enough, obeying her every whim. But now she wanted to degrade me further by making me wear a dog collar. If I put it on, what would I become? I'd lose the last shred of my dignity, reduced to nothing more than a beast.

I gritted my teeth, my resolve firm. Seeing my reluctance, the Queen shrugged indifferently. "You don't have to wear it," she said, "but I did some digging yesterday. You have a sick sister at home who needs money for treatment. If you put it on, maybe I'll consider helping with the medical bills. If you don't, well, I can't guarantee she'll live to see tomorrow."

My sister was my Achilles' heel. The mention of her made me falter. My eyes welled up with tears as I glanced at the dog collar. I realized I wasn't living for myself anymore. I was living for my family. In the face of money and harsh reality, dignity was a fragile thing.

With tears streaming down my face, I bit down hard, slowly fastening the collar around my neck. The Queen then ordered me to adopt a dog's posture. With my eyes closed, I mimicked a dog's stance, crawling and lying down at her feet.