intruder

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My name is Lin Xijing, and I'm a full-time housewife. I've been married to my husband for two years, but we don't have children yet. My husband works as a white-collar worker, and his income is barely enough to support us. If we had a child, we would definitely be struggling financially. I'm both relieved that I'm not pregnant and worried that our fragile financial support might collapse at any moment.

My husband is usually very gentle and considerate towards me. Everyone envies him for marrying such a beautiful woman like me, and my friends congratulate me on marrying such a considerate man. I shouldn't complain, but during sex, my husband is also very gentle and respectful. That gentleness almost makes me question whether he's a man. His politeness and humility sometimes make me very angry, but I can't show it, since he's the sole breadwinner, and I have to ask his permission for all my expenses.

Every day, I cook, do laundry, clean the house, and take care of my husband who supports me in every way. His gentleness and humility suffocate me. One day, community workers came to remind everyone that a fugitive had appeared and asked everyone to be careful and to call the police immediately if they saw any suspicious persons.

I remember seeing similar notices and announcements a few years ago, but I didn't pay much attention to them. When I went to the storage room in my backyard, I found overturned flowerpots. These past few days, cats have been coming to the house at night and causing havoc. Thinking about this, my already pent-up anger intensified.

"Those damn cats, I'll catch you sooner or later!" I stormed into the storage room. As soon as I stepped inside, a tremendous force grabbed my neck and pulled me into the shadows behind the door. Before I could even scream, a large hand covered my mouth.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll cripple you, understand?" A deep, vicious voice came from behind me.

"Ugh..." I was so terrified my mind went blank. My body trembled uncontrollably, my legs gave way, and I dared not struggle at all. The only thought in my mind was—a fugitive?!

"Food? Where's the food? Let go now, or I'll kill you right now if you dare scream."

I felt a cold, sharp weapon pressed against my neck, a sharp pain spreading through my skin. Extreme terror left me helpless. I wanted to nod in agreement, but the blade against my neck filled me with dread. After a while, the man seemed to realize I wouldn't resist and released his hand from my mouth.

"The kitchen..." My voice trembled violently.

"Take me there!" the man growled in a low voice.

I have no recollection of how I got to the kitchen or how I told the man where the food was. I collapsed onto the kitchen floor, trying to escape, but my legs were too weak to move. I could only watch helplessly as the man devoured his food in the kitchen. His appetite was astonishing; he ate the leftovers from my breakfast, the leftovers from last night, and finally took a few raw eggs from the refrigerator and drank them down.

"Doesn't your wife go to work?" The man finished eating and leaned lazily against the stove, glancing at the diamond ring on my ring finger. Although my husband couldn't afford a large diamond, the ring on my hand was still quite noticeable.

"Waaah..." I sobbed softly, looking up at the man's face. A thin, dark face, with a pair of vicious eyes beneath straight eyebrows. His well-developed jaw muscles bulged when he closed his mouth, as if he could devour me whole at any moment. The moment my eyes met his, I immediately looked away in fear.

"You're so beautiful, it's such a waste for you to stay at home all day." The man strolled towards me from the stove.

"Waaah..." I looked up at the man in terror, noticing he had unbuttoned one of his collar buttons.

"What are you afraid of, my wife? You know what I'm going to do?" The man's wicked smile grew more and more terrifying, the curved corners of his mouth seeming to tear my face apart.

I sobbed softly, shifting my body backward, shaking my head and pleadingly looking at him, hoping he didn't want what I was guessing.

"What does shaking your head mean? No? Say it, say no, and I'll let you go, hehehe..." The man crouched down, inching closer to me.

"No... don't come any closer, I've already satisfied you, please let me go." I was cornered against the wall, with nowhere to retreat. I curled up like a fawn at the jaws of a hungry wolf, trembling and wailing, terrified and helpless.

"You speak up, my dear wife, you're really obedient. My stomach is full now, but my penis is still hungry, and has been hungry for years. It's gone mad with hunger, I can hear it howling to enter your little pussy! Can't you hear it? Hahaha..." The man muttered to himself, almost maniacally.

"Waaah..." I cried even harder, knowing I was doomed, destined to have my body defiled today.

The man stood up, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his trousers, and tossed them aside. I looked up and saw a thick, long penis erect in his crotch; the swollen glans, like a ravenous monster, slowly nodded in the air, searching for its prey. The man squatted down, grabbing one of my ankles in each hand, forcefully spreading my legs apart. His large hands were like iron clamps, gripping my ankles painfully.

When my legs were wide open, exposing my underwear under my skirt, the man released one hand, quickly grabbed my underwear, and ripped it to shreds with a sharp tear.

"Ah!!" I screamed, terrified by the man's swift and fierce movements.

The man moved closer to my genitals, spreading my thighs, and prepared to insert his penis.

"Wait!" I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached out and braced myself against the man's chest.

"Are you tired of living?!" The man grabbed a sharp blade, held it to my neck, and his eyes flashed with malice.

"No, can I... help you clean it?" I hesitated, pointing to his erect penis. I noticed the coronal sulcus of his glans was covered in mud, and other parts of his penis were smeared with a dark, grimy substance. He must have been too disheveled during the escape.

"Oh? Madam... you still have the leisure for this? Hahaha, alright, I'll take care of you!" The man spread his legs wide, waiting for me to clean him.

I grabbed a few wet wipes and skillfully began wiping his penis. My husband always liked me to clean his genitals after sex, so this was a familiar task for me; in fact, I did it with practiced ease. In a moment, I tossed aside the grimy wipes, and the man's glans, penis, and even his scrotum and genitals were clean.

"Madam seems to be in a hurry, wiping so quickly," the man said, glans at his crotch and then at me.

"I..." Hearing the man's words, I felt ashamed. When had I become so shameless, willingly wiping a stranger's genitals, and doing so so meticulously and skillfully? But thinking back, I justified myself inwardly. If that thing was bound to enter my body, why not be more forceful and avoid more pain? Wasn't that wise? Yes, wise...

"What are you stammering about? Hurry up, spread your legs, or do it myself?" The man played with the sharp blade in his hand, his eyes half-open as he looked at me.

I watched the cold glint in the man's hand, shrank back to the corner of the wall, and slowly spread my legs. Tears streamed down my face, the salty taste bitter.

"Good girl!" The man saw that I had spread my legs, moved closer, grasped his penis, and aimed the glans at my labia. The glans slid between my labia a few times, as if confirming the position.

I turned my head away, not wanting to meet the man's gaze so close, nor wanting to witness the cruel and painful moment of penetration. But avoidance didn't mean it wouldn't happen. A powerful force immediately pierced my opening, the cool penis instantly filling my vagina. The expansion and penetration were unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain.

"Fuck, uh... that feels so fucking good!"

The unfamiliar expansion and penetration were unbearable. I felt like I had become that virgin again, the intense pain causing me to clench my fists. The grip seemed to alleviate some of the pain, but as I gradually adjusted to the man's expansion, I opened my eyes to find myself gripping his arm.

"Wife, is your husband's penis a toothpick? Your pussy is so tight, I didn't even dare move when I inserted it, I almost came." The man's teasing gaze held surprise and mockery.

I immediately released his arm. Although my lower body was enduring the exaggerated expansion and penetration, I tried my best to avoid observing what our bodies were looking like.

"Wife, look, we're so close now."

I heard the man's teasing, turning my head away, unwilling to look at my surrendered lower body. But the extremely clear sensations in my body constantly reminded me that my once-belonging private territory had been invaded. That thick, long penis had replaced my husband's warm, soft member, wantonly proving its presence inside me.

"Damn it, I'm not being kind, I'm telling you to look, so you have to look!" The man reached out and grabbed my chin, forcefully turning my head back and forcing it down towards the area where I was having sex with him.

I saw it, I saw it very clearly. Between my spread legs was the man's genitals pressed close to mine, the base of his thick penis protruding from my vaginal opening. My labia were already stretched thin and pale pink by the inserted penis, and my pubic hair was now intertwined with the man's pubic hair, indistinguishable from his.

"Madam, I'll show you what a real man is!" After saying that, the man released my head, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and began to thrust and pump wildly.

"Ah... Ouch... It hurts... It hurts... Ahhh... Waaaaah..." I was immediately subjected to the man's frenzied thrusting. His thick penis pumped wildly back and forth inside my vagina, its enormous size violently rubbing against the inner walls of my vagina. Waves of pain were indescribable. The extremely deep penetration caused the glans to constantly pound against my cervix. I could clearly feel the organs in my abdomen shaking and churning violently.

My God, this... Is this what men are like? This thrusting is too intense, without any warmth whatsoever. My husband's usual gentle care is something I can't bear for such barbaric intercourse.

"Waaaah... It hurts... Slow down... It hurts... Ahhh... Help me..." The pain in my lower body spread throughout my entire body. The pain was like slowly rising boiling water, scorching my body, about to drown me.

The man tore off my clothes, his hands roughly kneading my breasts. I felt a burning sensation on my chest, and I watched my breasts change shape dramatically in his hands. For a moment, I thought my breasts were ruined.

"Madam, I...I want..." The man thrust in and out, then suddenly looked distressed.

I knew that expression all too well. Every time I was about to get aroused, my husband would ejaculate prematurely, and he always had that same pained expression before ejaculating. Ejaculation?! I don't want to be pregnant with a fugitive's child! No, I don't want to, even if it kills me!!!

I mustered all my strength and struggled desperately, but when the man noticed I was resisting his final thrust, he gripped my legs tightly with both hands, his lower body thrusting faster and faster without letting up. No matter how much I pounded on his chest and arms, his hands held me firmly like iron clamps.

The man's playful and smug expression intensified my fear. As he thrust faster and faster, his struggle intensifying, my anxiety grew. With my last ounce of strength, I punched him in the face.

"Ugh!" The man groaned and stopped.

I was overjoyed. Had I knocked him down? It seemed my punch had some force; I'd at least avoided it... Suddenly, I felt his penis plunge deep into my vagina. The slight tearing pain at my cervix was distinct, and his thick, long penis began to throb wildly. Then, streams of hot fluid surged into my uterus—one throb, two throbs, three throbs—the pulsation of his penis was crystal clear.

My mind went blank, all my strength vanished instantly, and all my struggles ceased, just like the man's abruptly stopped thrusting. I stared blankly at the familiar ceiling. The man slowly rose, like a resurrected demon, his lewd smile mocking my resistance. His withdrawn, limp penis told the whole story.

Maybe I won't get pregnant? I've been living with my husband for two years, and this time it definitely won't happen, it definitely won't. But the man's powerful ejaculation and astonishing amount of semen, besides making me feel frustrated and desperate, also shocked me. I didn't know some men could ejaculate so much at once; I almost felt like my uterus was completely filled. If it's filled, does that mean it's easier to get pregnant? No, no, it can't be like that, I desperately shook my head, trying to shake this terrifying thought out of my mind.

"Click!"

"Click! Click!"

I woke up in despair and helplessness, and saw the man taking pictures of me with my phone. I tried to curl up and cover my private parts, but the struggle had exhausted all my strength. By the time I hid in the corner, the man had basically taken pictures of me all over.

"Wife, look how slutty you are!" The man handed me the photos he had taken.

A beautiful woman lay on the ground, legs wide open, pubic hair wet, her vulva a mess. Her once tightly closed labia had become a black hole, thick, milky white fluid flowing from it, staining her buttocks and inner thighs. Her exposed breasts were covered in bright red scratches, and her once beautiful hair was disheveled. Was this... was this me?

"If your husband saw this, wouldn't he be as happy as I am?" The man waved his phone at me.

"No, please, please don't let my husband know, please, sob sob sob sob..." I collapsed to the ground, crying in agony.

"It's fine if your husband doesn't know, but I need to stay for a few days. You can cook for me, and... hehehe, ma'am, you understand?" The man stroked his stubble-covered chin, grinning wickedly.

"I promise you, as long as you don't let anyone know what happened today, I'll agree to anything, sob sob sob..." I was completely under the man's control.

"What time does your husband get off work?" The man glanced at the clock on the wall.

"...3 PM..." I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"That's unfortunate. Coming home so early? Then I'll have to kill him and hide the body in the warehouse..." The man held a sharp blade, fiddling with it between his fingers.

"No! He comes home very late, not that early!" I panicked immediately and tried to explain.

"Damn it, trying to play tricks on me?"

The man stepped forward and punched me in the stomach. I felt a sharp pain, my stomach churned, I saw stars, and I passed out.

When I woke up again, I was tied to a chair, a towel stuffed in my mouth. I watched in horror as the man walked around me with a pair of pliers.

“Madam, although you’re now my woman, I don’t like my women constantly plotting against me. So, we need to establish a rule. My previous actresses either had nine toes or nine fingers. Do you know why?” The man slowly ran a pair of pliers across my face, the icy metallic feel sending chills down my spine.

“Because they weren’t loyal enough. So, I took away their selfishness. I believe that once a person loses something, they’ll understand something. So, let’s establish a rule today. Toes or fingers?” The man gestured towards my hands, then tried it on my feet.

I burst into tears, shaking my head desperately, begging for mercy. Unfortunately, my mouth was gagged, and I couldn’t say a word. I shook my head and nodded frantically, hoping the man would understand that I wouldn’t play tricks anymore and would let me go. I didn’t want to lose my fingers or toes!

"What? A toe? Okay!" The man actually bent down and gently pinched my little toe with pliers, then looked up at me with a smile.

"Ugh..." I couldn't speak. I had never seen such a terrifying smile; it was a smile I would never forget.

"Do you have something to say?" the man said casually, as if the pliers in his hand were nothing more than a chicken bone or a piece of dry grass.

The man removed the towel from my mouth.

"Please, don't cut it, don't cut it, I won't lie to you anymore, I won't do it again, I won't do it again, please, don't cut it, sob sob sob..." I cried bitterly, my face covered with what I couldn't tell was tears or snot.

"Really, can I believe you?" the man looked at me patiently.

"Yes, yes, I swear, I won't lie to you. Whatever you ask me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything, sob sob sob... please don't cut it..." I was almost going crazy, frantically begging the man for mercy.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

“Lin Xijing… Waaaaah…”

“Age.”

“…23 years old…”

“When is your period?” “

…Around the 5th of every month…”

“How often do you and your husband have sex?”

“…Once or twice a week…”

“Is my penis bigger, or your husband’s penis bigger?”

“…”

“Which toe is better?”

“Yours is bigger, your penis is bigger!! Waaaaah…”

In my desperation, I broke down and blurted out incoherently. Watching the man laugh triumphantly, I felt utterly ashamed. Despair and helplessness completely overwhelmed me.

“Congratulations on being a complete woman again, hahaha.” The man put away his tools and untied me.

The man said he was hungry and asked me to cook for him, but he wouldn’t let me wear clothes, only an apron. So I had to cook in the kitchen with my bare bottom and an apron on.

"What time does your husband get off work?"

This was the same question I asked again. I no longer had the courage to play mind games. Perhaps he already knew her husband's work hours; it was just a trap to test whether I would truly obey.

"He's working overtime today. He said he'd be late when he left, but he didn't give a specific time. Usually, when he says that, he'll be back around 8 pm," I answered cautiously while cooking.

"Not bad, he saved his life," the man said nonchalantly.

Hearing that he didn't suspect me, I felt that answering truthfully was safer, and my fear subsided slightly.

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang.

The man and I both jumped in surprise, looking nervously at each other. He glanced towards the door, then turned to me.

"Go open the door. Whoever it is, get rid of them. Otherwise, more than just me will see your photos," the man waved his phone at me.

I nodded and went to open the door. It was my neighbor, Li Cheng, a middle-aged man, divorced, idle all day, and always trying to take advantage of me.

"Oh, Xi Jing's home?" Li Cheng stood at the door with a grin.

"It's Brother Li, what's up?" I only opened the door a crack, afraid he'd see I was only wearing an apron, my back completely exposed from neck to buttocks. Even without the threat from the man inside, I wanted to get rid of this disgusting man as soon as possible.

"Nothing, my brother's not home?" Li Cheng peered into the room. I quickly pushed him away, but unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand.

"Look at your delicate hands." Li Cheng treated my hand like a treasure, holding it greedily.

"Brother Li, what are you doing? Let go!" I tried to pull my hand away, but I was almost out of strength today, and I couldn't get it back.

Just as Li Cheng was harassing me, an apple appeared out of nowhere and hit him squarely on the head.

"Ouch, whose child is this..."

While Li Cheng was rubbing his head in pain, I immediately closed the door and wouldn't open it no matter how many times he rang the doorbell or knocked. Turning back to the kitchen, I saw the man just climbing in through the window.

"You? That apple?" I couldn't believe how agile he was.

"Want to thank me?" The man smiled, tossing the apple in his hand and catching it cleanly.

"..." I continued cooking lunch at the stove.

"Have you and your husband ever done anything in the kitchen?" The man's voice came from the side.

"What?" I was focused on cooking and didn't understand the real meaning behind the man's question.

"Do you?" The man was very direct.

"...No." I hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully.

"Such a virtuous wife shouldn't be neglected, right?" The man's somewhat seductive voice suddenly came from behind me.

Then, I felt the man's body heat on my legs. A fleshy mass pressed against my buttocks, quickly becoming hard and erect, wriggling against my cleft.

The man pressed against my back, one hand slipping under my apron, wrapping around my waist, stroking my flat stomach, and slowly moving upwards to grasp one of my breasts.

"Mmm," I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the ingredients in my hands scattering onto the stove and floor.

"I'll make up for what your husband didn't do," the man whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my ear canal.

The man's penis grew even harder, poking around between my legs, but he didn't seem in a hurry to penetrate. His other hand slid down my buttocks to my crotch, then turned inwards, touching my labia, his fingers beginning to skillfully tease and rub.

Although my husband was gentle with me, foreplay during sex was minimal and monotonous; he would penetrate whenever he wanted, ejaculating whenever he wanted, never considering my feelings. The man behind me was teasing me with his fingers, making me breathless, my ears burning, and my whole body feeling warm.

"Madam, your husband is wasting such a beauty. It seems he's not lacking at all," he chuckled in my ear.

The man's teasing of my private parts filled me with endless shame and a sense of unhappiness in my marriage. If my husband had such skills, why would I be enduring this torment, unable to release my pent-up desires?

The caresses between my legs grew increasingly arousing, waves of tingling and itching fueling my burning desire. But I refused to admit or face my true feelings; the urge for the man to inflict pain grew stronger.

"Madam, we're working well together," the man said, presenting his wet hand to me.

Had I... had I become aroused? Had a stranger made me so wet, even desperately hoping for his ultimate satisfaction?

"Lift your buttocks up," the man patted my buttocks.

I obediently raised my buttocks. At that moment, I couldn't tell whether I was being coerced or doing it willingly. In any case, my actions completely complied with the man's demands.

"Spread your legs less and lower your waist!" The man pulled my hips back with one hand and placed the other on my lower back, indicating that I should get into the right position.

I braced myself against the stove, legs apart, buttocks high, waist low, striking a seductive pose. The constant thrusting of my hips was a prelude to the man's glans's thrusts; I knew I was about to receive that thick penetration again.

The grinding of the glans between my labia was incredibly smooth; even the slightest scraping ignited a long-buried desire within me. A forceful thrust satisfied all my expectations. He was completely different from my husband; he would only thrust all the way in, one after another. That strength and ferocity made me constantly fear him.

"Mmm!"

"Ugh..."

When the man entered my body for the second time, I suddenly realized I wasn't in as much pain. That forceful penetration gave me a different kind of experience, or rather, a feeling I didn't want to admit.

My husband always penetrated very slowly; often I couldn't even feel his presence, which led to many embarrassing situations.

The man began to thrust violently, his lower abdomen slamming against my buttocks. The immense force sent me reeling violently, and I gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, fearing the wild thrusts from behind would throw me off at any moment. The man's thrusts were relentless, the rapid, deep penetration making me worry that my body might disintegrate at any moment.

"Ahhh... Ouch... Can't you... be a little gentler..." I managed to utter a complaint through sheer willpower.

Unexpectedly, the thrusting from behind stopped abruptly. The wild, forceful thrusting ceased without warning, but his thick, long penis still filled my vagina. The man's lower abdomen pressed tightly against my buttocks, and suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled it backward.

"I was wrong... I was wrong... I didn't mean it that way, please, please..." Before the man could even speak, I was already trembling with fear. What was wrong with my brain? Even if I wanted to complain, I shouldn't have said it out loud. I didn't want to be threatened with having my fingers or toes cut off again.

"Are you sure you want to be gentle?"

"Wh...what?" I was too terrified to react to what the man said.

"Is your husband usually very gentle when he's with you?" The man's words were hot against my ear.

"..."

"Answer the question!" A hint of anger seeped into the man's deep voice.

"Yes, yes..." I didn't dare disobey the man's command. The deep fear left me no time to think. Perhaps the more straightforward the answer, the less likely I was to be subjected to more cruel persecution.

"Does my wife still crave such boring things?" The man licked my earlobe.

"I...I don't know." My body trembled as the man licked me, and my vagina inexplicably contracted and gripped his penis, as if my body was confirming whether that thick thing was still inside me.

“Then Madam will find out sooner or later.”

The man finished speaking, slipping one hand under my armpit to my front and grasping one of my breasts. His other hand pulled my arm, forcing me to lean back. At the same time, his thrusting resumed, this time from back to front, from bottom to top.

“Ahhh… mmm… ahhh…” The upward thrust lifted me into the air, my toes almost leaving the ground.

After a dozen or so thrusts, I suddenly felt my toes lose their support, and my body was lifted up by a force. I realized the man was supporting my legs with both hands, lifting me completely. My upper body lost its balance, and I had to lean back, nestled in the man's arms, my head resting in the crook of his neck.

His thick stubble was right next to my cheek. This intimate position made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Was I actively accommodating this villain's assault? The fierce thrusting didn't allow me time to think; the frenzied invasion of my lower body almost suffocated me.

"Ahhhhhhh... Mmm... Mmm

...

Ahh

...

Although I didn't answer his question, I inwardly despised myself. I never expected to be so pathetic, displaying such a seductive demeanor in front of a man.

"Finish cooking, I'm even hungrier now." The man stepped back from behind me, leading me back to the stove.

Reluctantly, I started preparing the dishes again, but just as I was about to cook, I felt something strange between my legs, as if something cool was flowing down my inner thighs. I lifted my apron, opened one leg, and discovered that it was the man's semen flowing from my vagina. I picked up a kitchen paper to wipe my filthy genitals.

"Don't wipe! Keep doing your work!" The man's voice left no room for argument.

I had to withdraw my hand holding the paper, and I forced myself to suppress the flow, focusing my attention back on cooking. But the annoying flow of semen seemed to be deliberately working against me; the cool, slow flow felt like a malicious teasing, every inch of my skin feeling incredibly clear.

A cool, itchy, mischievous flow of semen spread from my inner thighs, the backs of my legs, and my calves to my ankles, finally forming a sticky, muddy feeling between my soles and shoes.

"Beautiful wife, alluring body, let's see... tsk tsk tsk... what's this dripping...?"

I heard the man's mockery behind my back. I knew he was deliberately humiliating me to derive perverse pleasure. I thought, let him say what he will; it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh. I needed to finish cooking quickly, otherwise, if the man got angry, I might suffer some more.

"After looking down there, let's look up there, see if this wife is pretty or not..."

I ignored the man's perverse teasing, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something in his hand. I turned my head and saw a cell phone! Could it be that he had been recording—no, recording all along?! I was stunned by the man's actions. Did he prevent me from wiping my genitals just to record this lewd and obscene scene? He lingered behind me for a moment earlier; did he also record his own filthy genitals?

"Look, even this beautiful lady's surprised expression is so beautiful," the man said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Soon, the man showed me my worst fears. In the video, a woman's back appeared on the screen, her naked body tightly wrapped in an apron. Her fair back and rounded buttocks were particularly eye-catching, and her straight, full thighs accentuated her sex appeal.

The camera zoomed in, filling the entire frame with her rounded buttocks. Slowly moving down, milky white semen continuously oozed from her slightly red labia. Some flowed down her thighs, some dripped down. The camera continued its downward trajectory, from her thighs to her ankles, the pervasive flow of semen seemingly never ceasing. At the end of the video was my shocked expression, and a scene showing only her chest covered, her buttocks and thighs exposed.

I wanted to snatch the phone and smash it to pieces, just like the man was the phone, to destroy him along with it. But I suppressed the impulse; I knew I had no chance of succeeding. I slowly shifted my gaze back and continued to numbly cook.

“As long as you behave, no one will know, you understand.” The man put his phone away.

The food was ready, and the man asked me to eat with him, to serve him food. Sitting at the familiar table, yet eating with a strange man, seemingly a harmonious and loving couple, filled me with dread. I wondered if the man was satisfied.

After the man finished eating, he left the room. All afternoon, until my husband returned, I didn't see the man again, as if he had never been there. But I knew he wouldn't leave; perhaps he was hiding in the warehouse, perhaps he went somewhere else.

My husband, as usual, was polite and calm. After dinner, he went to his study, busy with his never-ending work. I stood by the window, looking at the dark warehouse in the backyard, at the slightly ajar door, like a newly opened abyss, pitch black, giving me a chilling sense of despair.

Looking into that darkness, besides despair and fear, I seemed to be anticipating something. The oppressive and monotonous life made me crave any change, but this nightmarish experience was not the change or surprise I wanted. Sometimes I fantasize that a prince or hero will rescue me from this suffocating life. But in the end, I'd probably be greeted by a villain or a demon.

[The End]

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