The plump woman's eyes widened in shock as she stared at her phone. She turned around to kick the skinny man beside her.
"Hey, Dick!" she yelled. "Why was 80 grand deducted from my account?"
The skinny man called Dick Morose fell to the ground as a result of that kick. Hastily, he got up from the ground.
Confused, he said, "I have no idea. Aren't you the one in charge of the bank account? How much did you say was deducted from the account?"
"Eighty grand!" the plump woman bellowed.
"The woman who came to get the abortion last night… Didn't she pay us 80 grand? She must be the one behind this!" Dick sounded certain.
After looking into the matter, the plump woman discovered that the money had been deducted from her account at around midnight.
"Damn it! That bitch… She sure has the guts to trick us!" She spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and said, "Heck, we do business in the black market. Does she really think we're pushovers?"
Then, she ordered, "Dick, go and bring her back to me! I'll teach her a lesson she'll never forget!"
…
In a dilapidated hut in the slums at the edge of the black market, flies were everywhere, and the stench was unbearable.
Everly lay curled up on a patch of wet straw, her face drained of color. It was hot and humid here, but she felt cold all over.
She had just had the fetuses taken out from her body at midnight. Now, she was still as frail and weak as ever. The blood stains on her pants had dried, but her pants became wet again. The foul smell of blood permeated the air.
In her arms was a glass bottle that contained a white, unknown liquid. Nine fetuses, none of which were fully developed, were soaked in the liquid.
With much difficulty, Everly took out a few pieces of gurdyroot and placed them in her mouth. She chewed them and swallowed them before pushing herself off the ground, her arms still tightly holding the glass bottle.
She had to bring these fetuses to another store here in the black market as soon as possible. They would be used for placentophagy. She could earn quite a bit of money from this.
When she finally stepped out of the hut, she saw a skinny man walking her way. Two burly men followed him from behind.
"You, bitch! How dare you trick us!" Dick rushed forth and slapped Everly across the face.
Everly fell to the ground, and the glass bottle crashed to the ground with her, its contents spilling all over the floor.
Everly's mind went blank. A while later, her mind registered what was happening, and she blew her top.
"What are you doing?" she screamed. "Give me back my children!"
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