Seven Ladyboy Slaves

When you arrived at the farm you inherited from a distant uncle, you immediately noticed that the place was in a state of great neglect. The crops had been overtaken by weeds, the fences were missing in several places, and the roof had holes in the ceiling. You enter the farmhouse, and there is dust, mold, and cobwebs everywhere. Suddenly, you hear a woman's moan, a muffled call, a cry for help. Following the sound of the call, I arrive at the kitchen and, surprised, see a locked iron door with a security lock. Among the keys I received, I try them until I find the right one, and upon opening the door I see a staircase leading down to a dark basement. There being no electricity in the On the farm, I use my cell phone's flashlight to descend, and I see several Asian ladyboys lying in a cell with iron bars, half-naked, some moaning, their lips cracked with thirst. The smell of feces and urine is suffocating. I notice cans with rotten food remains on the cell floor. One of the women: Help! Help us! We are dying of hunger and thirst, sick and desperate! Please, master! You can try to open the cell with one of the keys you received, or would you prefer another course of action?