Babel Novel
Chapter 133
Chapter 133
My eyes were wide, glued to Addrion's face, waiting for him to continue, not daring to interrupt.
"I was pulled from jail, ready for the long sentence ahead, but in the middle of the journey, I was
mysteriously shipped off to Northern Myanmar!"
Addrion's voice was rough, a tear trickling down from the corner of his eye, hanging on his stubbly chin,
glistening and clear, refusing to fall.
"Northern Myanmar?" I repeated, confusion etched on my face.
At this moment, I hadn't fully grasped the weight and terror attached to the name.
His face was grave and filled with dread, "Yes, Northern Myanmar!"
I was skeptical, turning to Logan for confirmation. He looked just as grim, hinting me to press on. "And
then what?"
Addrion fell silent for a long while, his chest heaving as though he was trying to calm himself.
"In Northern Myanmar... What happened?" I asked cautiously.
"It was a den of horrors, a living hell." His face matched his words perfectly, instilling a sense of fear
that was hard to shake off.
"Everyone there was treated like less than human. There were countless industrial parks, but they were
essentially scamming factories."
I gasped, shooting a glance at Logan, who gave a firm nod.
"Those who were shipped there, the younger ones, were put through intensive training. Then, they
were grouped together to run telephone scams, the slightly older ones were made to do manual labor
and various logistical services. The elderly were sent straight to the slaughterhouse!"
As Addrion spoke, his hands balled into fists, shaking slightly. It was a clear reaction born of fear.
"Slaughterhouse?" I asked, puzzled.
"They'd harvest all usable organs from the people there, then sell them on the black market!" Logan
took over, answering my question. "The slaughterhouse is where these organs are harvested."
"What?" My eyes were wide, staring at Addrion who was struggling to keep his emotions in check.
"Yes, that's exactly how it is!" Addrion replied, managing to keep his voice steady. "Once you're in
there, you lose all freedom, any resistance would result in a slow, torturous death. It's horrifying."
A chill ran down my spine.
"Not only that, they would extort from the families of these people until they've squeezed every last
penny from them. The only way out is death."
Addrion lowered his gaze, tears streaming down his face. He was weeping silently and I couldn't bear
to think about what he had experienced.
Logan pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and handed it to Addrion. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
Addrion took a long drag, then slowly exhaled. His voice raspy, he continued, "I had no idea why I
ended up there. I resisted and got beaten up until I lost a kidney."
"What?" I stood up abruptly, stunned, staring at Addrion. The man in front of me was a far cry from the
confident, charming Adri I once knew.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, took a puff of his cigarette. "I got off easy, I refused to admit that I
had a family. Even if they killed me, it would only be me. I just wanted to die, but they wouldn't even let
me have a quick death. They'd torture all people, bit by bit."
He extended his left hand towards me, two fingers missing from his once slender hand. It was a
horrifying sight.
I broke down, slumping onto the wooden bench, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Bro Adri... I'm sorry! It's
all my fault! If I hadn't dragged you into this, you wouldn't have suffered like this. I shouldn't have let go
of Medsafe Liyah Inc. I..."
Addrion looked at me, his eyes blurred with tears. "Aaliyah, it's not your fault. This was just a disaster
waiting to happen in my life."
"Later, I met someone else from Goldenvale town. He took care of me in secret, advised me, told me to
endure. I had no choice but to compromise, to continue living."
"No wonder I couldn't find your contact information anywhere," I said, choking back sobs. "How did you
escape?"
"Escape? There's no chance or possibility of escape there!" Addrion glanced at Logan. "It was...
Logan's men... who saved me!"