They also knew that the beautiful woman before them was their savior.
"None of you want to leave?" Joy walked over to a single sofa and sat down, as if casually asking.
The room was silent for quite a while before a girl with skin as white as milk softly said, "We don't know where we can go."
Nodding, Joy asked them, "What can you all do?"
The group of youngsters exchanged glances.
They had been imprisoned and raised like livestock, molded into beautiful playthings; their purpose was to serve those masked figures of authority.
What could they do?
They only knew how to demean themselves, acting like playthings to please others.
The kids bit their lips tightly, humiliation stripping them of the courage to speak.
Seeing their reaction, Joy felt somewhat helpless. They knew nothing, understood nothing, just a bunch of pretty wastrels.
After thinking for a moment, Joy said, "Then stay here for now; go to school."
