Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 54: Situation Of The Women’s

Meanwhile, in the villa where Yasin had first appeared, Lena Whitmore was facing a difficult choice.

Having gone without water or food for two days and a night, she was being consumed by thirst and hunger.

The desire for food and water was the most basic, most primal craving of humanity.

No one could resist such a powerful, survival-driven instinct.

This was, almost universally, an inherent part of human nature!

Outside the window, night was slowly descending.

As the sun set, the silent room grew increasingly gloomy, mirroring the darkness in Lena Whitmore’s heart.

She had tried countless times to call for help.

But no matter how hoarse her voice became from screaming, the only response was the eerie growls of the zombies downstairs.

No one answered her.

No one came to save her.

That terrifying man still had not returned.

It was as if the world had abandoned her, leaving her completely alone!

A massive shadow of terror gnawed relentlessly at Lena Whitmore’s increasingly fragile psyche. Every time night fell, she would shiver in fear.

She had considered saving herself.

But as a weak woman, she couldn’t break free from the handcuffs, shackles, and dog chain binding her.

Like a punished bitch, she lay hopelessly on the bedroom floor for two days and a night.

Soon, she would once again face the terror of the long, unbearable night alone.

Her heart was torn part of her yearned for that man to return quickly, while another part dreaded his reappearance and the humiliation he would inflict upon her.

This inner conflict tormented her, making the choice before her even more agonizing.

For the past two days and a night, she had clung to her pride and lifelong fastidiousness, enduring hunger and thirst, refusing to touch the filthy food and water on the ground. She had scorned the bread and water mixed with Yasin’s urine.

But now, her endurance had reached its limit.

Overwhelming thirst and hunger assaulted her.

The fear of death was driving her to the brink of collapse!

Her lips had begun to crack, her throat burning with unbearable dryness.

Her empty stomach let out pitiful growls, starved of even a morsel of food.

Now, she had to make a harrowing choice.

The food before her, though filthy and revolting to her prideful, fastidious nature, could save her life.

Between dignity and survival—

She had to choose.

The sky darkened further, and soon, the last traces of sunlight filtering through the curtains would vanish completely.

The room would plunge into utter darkness and deathly silence.

Lena Whitmore let out a pained sob, a single tear rolling down her parched cheek.

Finally, she lowered herself to the ground, extending her soft, pink tongue to lap up the last puddle of water on the floor.

At this moment, Lena Whitmore truly felt like a lowly bitch, groveling on the ground, drinking another’s piss like a beggar.

This crushing humiliation shattered the last remnants of her pride.

She began to accept reality to survive, she had no choice but to submit.

Once she took this step, Lena Whitmore abandoned all resistance. She grabbed the bread from the floor and shoved it into her mouth, devouring it ravenously.

As her hunger faded, so too did her dignity and resolve.

Strangely, the bread no longer disgusted or humiliated her. Instead...

It even tasted delicious.

This realization made Lena Whitmore feel like she truly was a worthless bitch, born to be degraded by that man.

She was losing her mind!!!

After wolfing down the bread, she even licked the crumbs clean from the floor.

Then, she meticulously lapped up the last traces of moisture with her tongue, leaving not a single drop behind. Only then did she slump back, exhaling in exhausted relief.

Having discarded her pride, dignity, and even her stubborn fastidiousness, Lena Whitmore finally began to think about how to face this cruel reality.

The words that man had spoken before leaving echoed relentlessly in her mind.

"It seems I’ve been too lenient with you! From now on, if you make even the slightest mistake—if you say the wrong thing, if you displease me in any way—prepare to be whipped!"

...

"Let me set some rules for you. Think carefully about how a slave, a bitch, should behave to please her master."

...

"I’ll give you a few days to reflect. During this time, you’ll get no food or water. When I return, your reward will depend on your performance. Remember, you are my bitch, my slave. And a bitch should know her place!"

To survive, that powerful man was her only reliance.

Only by pleasing that man could she obtain food and secure her safety.

Even if she could break free from the shackles on her body, what then?

She still wouldn’t be able to escape this villa.

The zombies outside would kill her at any moment!

And even if someone else rescued her, what then?

In this apocalyptic world, what was she?

A Hollywood superstar?

A world-class beauty?

The dream lover countless people yearned for?

In the apocalypse, it was all a joke!

In the apocalypse, her beauty would only make her a sex slave for others!

How could she guarantee that whoever saved her would treat her well? That they would give her enough food?

A beautiful superstar like her, stripped of everything and without any means of self-defense, would likely be seen as nothing more than a sex slave in any man’s eyes.

At least as the sex slave of this powerful man, she had food and safety.

In another man’s hands, she wouldn’t just be a sex slave, she might become the sex slave of an entire group.

And how could she know if those men would even provide her with enough food and security?

Human nature, perhaps restrained by laws and morals in peaceful times, might appear kind.

But in this lawless apocalypse, the true nature of humanity would be laid bare.

Having clawed her way through Hollywood’s ruthless world of fame and fortune, Lena understood one thing clearly: human nature was inherently evil!

The darkness lurking in every heart would inevitably be magnified to its fullest in this hopeless, rule-less, dark apocalypse.

Rather than exhausting herself trying to fall into another man’s hands, she might as well accept reality and obediently become that man’s sex slave.

Perhaps, if she devoted herself fully to pleasing him, he might even treat her better.

Lena had absolute confidence in her beauty and intelligence.

She believed that if she served that man wholeheartedly and loyally, even if he had a heart of stone, he would soften.

Thinking this way, Lena Whitmore began to delude herself into believing that instead of trying to escape, she should focus all her efforts on pleasing that man, winning his favor, and securing a better life for herself.

"As a bitch, what should I do?"

"As his sex slave, how should I please him?"

Lena finally accepted reality and began contemplating how she would dedicate herself to Yasin’s satisfaction.

...

As night fell, Lena was making her choice, but in another villa not far away, Gabrielle Olsen and Melisa Kalba were also facing a difficult decision.

The last of the food in their villa was gone.

Even the roots and bark from the front and back yards had been nearly stripped bare by the mother and daughter.

Staring at the last plate of roots on the table, the two clung to each other, silently weeping.

"Mom... are we going to die soon?" Melisa Kalba looked up at her mother with tear-filled eyes. "Now, we can’t even find tree bark or roots to eat..."

Gabrielle Olsen shut her eyes in pain, forcing herself to stay strong as she patted her daughter’s back. Fighting back tears, she forced a weak smile.

"No, Melisa! We won’t die! Your father entrusted you to me, and I will never let you starve! Mommy will find a way! Eat this plate of roots, and tomorrow, I’ll find more food! As long as Mommy is here, I will get us food!"

"No!"

Melisa glared at the plate of roots in disgust and shook her head firmly. "I never want to eat these damn roots again! The taste is horrible! I’d rather starve than eat this! Mom, you eat it! If you’re full, you’ll have the strength to find food tomorrow!"

Watching Melisa push the plate toward her, Gabrielle burst into tears.

For days, they had barely survived on roots and bark, clinging to the faint hope that Melisa’s father would return with food.

But now, their only support Ken Kalba was dead.

Gabrielle knew that as a weak woman, there was no way she could keep her daughter alive in this apocalyptic world alone.

She had considered suicide.

But looking at her sweet, obedient daughter, remembering her husband’s last words to her...

She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Yes, she could choose to end her own life, but her daughter was only twelve, this should have been the most beautiful time of her life.

The beginning of her most carefree youth.

She had no right, no heart cruel enough, to abandon her daughter and leave her to struggle alone in this merciless apocalypse.

After enduring days of starvation, a person would fight even for leaves to eat!

Gabrielle understood that her usually well-behaved daughter was doing this to leave the last scraps of food for her.

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She had to survive!

No matter what it cost her, she was willing to make any sacrifice!