A Woman Escapes a Telecom Scam Compound in the Golden Triangle

The day I was tricked into a compound, I finally learned what it meant to be dragged into hell by a death warrant.

In the telecom-fraud unit, anyone at the bottom of the performance rankings is locked in solitary confinement. Finish last repeatedly, and you’re sent to the water dungeon. If you’re no longer useful, you’re thrown into the organ-harvesting unit: people go in alive and come out dead.

From a low-ranking “piglet” in the telecom-fraud unit, to being transferred to the club unit where anyone could take advantage of me, and then landing in the punishment zone three times for poor performance, I’ve watched too many people vanish without a trace. I’ve also seen humanity shatter completely in the face of life and death.

Some people steal their coworkers’ clients to save their own lives. Some report their roommates just to stay alive. Some are swindled out of everything while carrying money meant to save a life. One nineteen-year-old’s life ended in the jaws of a guard dog outside the compound walls.

But I also discovered that this impenetrable hellhole concealed an invisible web.

A faded red cord, a crescent-shaped mark, half a map, an unmarked pill...

These secret signals, passed down at the cost of countless lives, link together the escape route laid by generations of undercover agents.

Fei’er gave up all her performance earnings to get her out of the club, then took the blame herself and vanished in the depths of the water dungeon.

Yuanyuan died in the filthy water, and the red cord on her wrist became a signal for making contact.

I took advantage of a break in the server room maintenance to infiltrate the core area...