The Truck Driver's Curse

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Jim sat at a secluded table in a corner, sipping black coffee and checking the weather on his phone. Dawn
was breaking, and the truck station was almost deserted, save for a gray-haired
bartender and the occasional sleepy-eyed driver who would waddle in for a coffee and a greasy breakfast.
Otherwise, the station was eerily empty. Jim finished his coffee, considering returning to his truck, but then changed his mind
. He had loaded his cargo in Leamington and was driving 1,200 kilometers to Hearst; he didn't want to stop at every
rest stop for a toilet break. The clock on the bar showed 7:15; it was getting light outside
, time for his morning routine vehicle inspection. He pushed back his chair, stood up, grabbed his thick jacket to ward off the autumn
chill, picked up his empty paper cup, and strolled towards the exit.

Just then, he saw a woman approach the station and stop at the entrance. The woman was very pretty,
or rather, very attractive—her brown hair was tied in a ponytail, a light-colored windbreaker was draped open over her shoulders,
revealing a loose but well-fitting white wool sweater, faded blue jeans, and sneakers. She
wasn't a driver; there weren't many female drivers in this line of work, and she certainly didn't seem to be. She looked like a
tourist, a rather worn backpack slung over her left shoulder. The woman scanned the room. When their eyes met in
mid-air , he felt as if he saw interest in her eyes, a sense of recognition.
He quickly dismissed it as wishful thinking. Next life, he hoped, he could escape
being single best not
to get too close, especially so early in the morning; he didn't want to cause any trouble. A moment later, the woman went to the bar to order coffee. He
stepped aside , passed through the doorway, and went outside.

It was cold and damp outside, the wind howling. Winter was approaching, the Canadian winter. Six months of
terrible . He pulled his jacket tighter around himself,
muttering his discontent. Forty-five years old, still homeless? This was no life. Sigh, what was the
point of complaining? It was all for naught. He went to the car, opened the door, and entered the driver's seat. He pressed the "test mode" button on the control panel
, backed the car out of the garage, and then walked around it, checking its condition. Headlights, turn signals, tires,
oil , cargo straps, hoses. Finally, he returned to the relatively warmer driver's seat and checked a package on the control panel.
Freon, gear ratio, oil level, coolant, water. For the past 27 years, it had been the same routine every day.
He could do it with his eyes closed. He climbed back into the seat to check that everything was safe and sound. The trash
was out, the cabinets were locked, the bed was folded up, the table was put away, and the cantilever arm holding the TV and laptop
was folded down.

Time to go.

Jim had just settled into the driver's seat when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced at the rearview mirror; it was
the woman he'd met at the coffee shop. He paused, stunned. What could possibly make a girl like her come looking for him? Had he left
something ? He checked—wallet…keys…phone, all there. He sat back down, preparing to think
about what to do. But the coffee hadn't quite kicked in yet, and his mind was still foggy. He couldn't open the car door;
that definitely wouldn't work. He never got along well with girls. Or, to be more precise, he and Meng
got along a little too "well." For both of them's sake, it was better to keep the door closed. Finally, he rolled down
the window crack to be polite.

"Good morning," he said, his voice rather stiff.

"I'm Lisa, can I get a ride?" Straight to the point, but her voice was sweet and
pleasant.

Something was off. She seemed like a hitchhiker, having gone to the truck station to get a ride…
But at 7:15 in the morning? Who would open their door in the dark for a stranger? What
kind of woman would dare hitchhike like this in the dark? Jim cursed his bad luck—he really should have
another cup coffee to clear his head.

"No way. My boss won't allow it. Sorry." The excuse came easily.

"Oh, please, he won't know, and I can be a very good companion," she said, winking
at the word "very."

It had been years since he'd received such an offer, in fact, more than just years. He felt
a tempting aroma, a urgency he'd tried his whole life to extinguish rising within him. "Still no.
Sorry." He rolled up the window, then checked the rearview mirror; the woman was gone. But he
took it for granted , the passenger door opened, and the woman climbed into the driver's seat without a care.

This wasn't good—very bad. Women shouldn't be this close to him. He turned the seat to face her.
"You see, miss, I think I made myself clear..." He swallowed his words. The woman was holding
a pistol, the barrel pointed directly at his face. "Drive," her voice was harsh and shrill, her gaze fixed on his
eyes without blinking. "Fine, you want this truck, right? Everything in it is yours. I
'll get out now." The truck was insured anyway; there was no reason to just die like this—at least not so stupidly.

"Drive, or I'll kill you right here."

"There are cameras everywhere, even in the coffee shop. They'll find you soon," he replied.
What else could he say? Hadn't he always wanted to end it all with a shot? That would fulfill his long-held wish to end
his life.

"Drive." She lowered the gun barrel, pressing it against his abdomen.
The thought of a bullet piercing his lower abdomen, tearing his internal organs apart, was far more terrifying than a bullet to the face. A bullet to the stomach was a slow and
painful death. He reached for the steering wheel again, shifted gears, and drove onto the ramp and onto the highway.
As the car accelerated, he heard a "crack," then felt the cold metallic touch on his right wrist.
He paused, trying to pull his right hand back, only to find it handcuffed to the steering wheel. He drove silently for a few minutes, then
mustered his courage and said, "This won't do, I need to shift gears." Actually, trucks can shift gears automatically, but
hopefully this woman didn't know that.

"Drive your car."

"Where are we going?"

"Just fucking drive!"

After a few more minutes of silence, Jim hesitated in his mind, wondering whether to use the curse. He hadn't used it for thirty
years , and he absolutely didn't want to activate it again. That power… was a complete mistake.
It brought nothing but trouble. It only destroyed lives, and had already destroyed most of his life. Unless absolutely necessary,
it was best not to resort to this last resort. He glanced at the woman's profile and said again, "No matter
what , this won't help. If you're willing to tell me what you need, maybe…"

"God, can't you just shut up?" The woman rolled her eyes and replied with a forced smile.

Jim sighed. He had no choice but to use the curse.

"Unlock the handcuffs," his voice was gentle but firm.

"Shut up and drive your car."

The woman's reaction surprised him. Well… he hadn't used his power in a long time. It wasn't hard
to see that he was a little rusty. He cleared his throat and tried to unlock the handcuffs in a louder voice. "

It's no use," she said decisively.

"What's useless?"

"I won't obey you. Your control is useless."

"You know about this curse?" he asked in shock, a flood of questions rushing through his mind,
unsure which to ask first.

The woman let out a mocking laugh. "Is that what you call it?"

"You can do that too? I mean, that kind of magic?" Jim was completely oblivious to the gun in the woman's hand; he was
too curious. This might be an opportunity, a chance to finally
find . Compared to that, the threat of being shot was nothing. He felt her gaze on
him, turned around, and saw a look of confusion and annoyance on her face.

"That's not magic at all. Just fucking focus on driving, okay?"

"No… wait… it's amazing! I didn't know there was a way to block this kind of
magic . Tell me how you did it!"

"I told you it's not magic!" Her voice was more impatient than angry, perhaps
a combination of .

"Then, what is it?"

"Shut up..."

"No!" he roared. "I've lived with this thing ever since I can remember! It
ruined me! Now, tell me, what the hell is this thing?!" The car fell silent. He wanted to turn and look at her, but the road conditions wouldn't allow it. The woman sighed

heavily, angrily. "Okay. I guess it's alright to say it. It's not magic, but a biological effect, probably some kind of chemical in your body. We guess most likely your body is producing a chemical that works on the brain in some way." 　　"Then why does it only work on women?" 　　"I don't know, maybe some kind of hormone. It's just a theory." 　　"So how do you block it out?" 　　"Olanzapine... an atypical antipsychotic drug, it also works on the brain, counteracting the effects of your chemical." "If I eat some, can I block out my own power?" He made no attempt to hide the longing in 　　his voice . 　　“No, there’s only one way to shut down that power of yours.” 　　“What way?” 　　“Death.” 　　“Oh,” he responded. The solution was right there, but it was so difficult to do at the same time…” How long will its effects last, olanzapine?” 　　She paused for a moment, then responded in a much gentler voice: “Long enough. Get off the highway at the next intersection.” 　　“Why? How…” Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, the truck slowed abruptly, and slid forward uncontrollably , throwing Lisa violently against the windshield. The other end of the curve appeared before them, a long string of red brake lights stretching along the road. Flashing red and blue lights far ahead indicated that this traffic jam was likely to last a long time. That’s life on the road. 　　“Damn! Do you want to get shot!” Lisa shouted, sitting back down. 　　“An accident,” he said, gesturing towards the windshield. 　　She looked at the traffic jam ahead, her eyes flashing in the light of the dashboard's glowing gauges. 　　"Damn it," she cursed again. 　　********** 　　Jim was forced to play the content of the top 40 satellite radio stations. Well, it wasn't exactly forced, but when the woman's face was clearly angry and furious, and the gun in her hand seemed ready to fire, she did whatever she said . Earlier that day, there had been a serious traffic accident far ahead on Highway 401, blocking all lanes. Eight fire trucks, four ambulances, and countless police officers. Jim considered whether to get the police's attention, but decided to proceed calmly. First, he didn't want to get shot in the stomach. Second , he needed Lisa; she possessed the information he had been searching for his entire life. He tried to start a conversation several times, but the delays on the road made Lisa seem even more unfriendly and silent. The most he managed to do was get her to bring him a bottle of water. As the hours slowly passed, the two sat silently in the car, sipping water and listening to the noise from the radio. Lisa kept tapping on her phone, killing time. The gun was on her lap. But with his right wrist handcuffed to the steering wheel, Jim couldn't reach the gun even if he wanted to. 　　Finally, the accident scene was cleared, and traffic slowly resumed. He took the next exit as she had instructed, only to find himself on a desolate country road. The sun was bright, high in the sky. She finally spoke. "Here, stop," she whispered. He turned on his turn signal and pulled the truck over onto the soft shoulder. There was nothing nearby but farmland; not even a house in sight. Lisa pulled the handbrake. Jim had a bad feeling. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out— it felt unreal, like a dream, and he couldn't think clearly. He regretted not having another drink at the café. 　　"I'm sorry," she said softly, "you look different from the others. Maybe you really..."

"Different. But I dare not take the risk. Close your eyes, I promise it won't hurt." She was going to kill
him! Should he beg? Beg for his life? Or face it with grit? He closed his eyes. For years,
he had wanted to end his life more than once, longing to be free from that curse. Ironically,
just as new hope arrived, his death was fast approaching.

Jim felt the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his right temple. "Is this it? In broad daylight?
They'll catch you. How far can you run on foot?"

"That's not your concern," her voice was calm and serious.

"Stop, don't do this," his voice was barely louder than a whisper. Finally, a faint impulse
made her hesitate. Several minutes passed in complete silence. He could hear their breathing and
the beating of his own heart. His right hand was still handcuffed to the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension.

"This is impossible!" Her shocked whisper made him open his eyes. She sat in the passenger seat,
facing him, seemingly frozen, her entire body tense and motionless. Her arms were outstretched,
her right hand gripping the gun, index finger on the trigger, her left hand supporting it from below.
Disbelief gradually shifted in her large brown eyes to fear. Jim quickly moved his head away from the gun; she hadn't moved, still in
that position. He understood.

The curse.

He told her to stop, and she stopped. A realization dawned on him, while the fear in Lisa's eyes deepened
. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't shoot, put the safety on, put the gun down, put it aside," he said steadily
. She immediately complied, placing the gun in the side pocket of her backpack. "Okay, now sit back in your seat,
don't move," she said. He took a few minutes to calm himself. He had always lamented
the existence of the curse, but this time it was surprisingly effective. He tried to shift gears, only to find his right handcuffed. "Oh, unlock the handcuffs,
go back and get back to your seat," she said.

“Tell me, did you arrange for someone to pick you up after I die?”

“Someone will be here to pick me up.”

“Looks like they’re late.”

“It’s us who’s late. The person picking me up went to buy breakfast; he’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Okay, then I can’t linger here,” he said, shifting gears and driving back onto the highway.
He confirmed on the radio that he was still in Lemington due to the previous traffic jam. The goods were still there, waiting for him
to pick them up. This day was starting to look like it was going to have some interesting changes.

**********

Two hours later, he picked up the goods, hauled them back onto Highway 401, and headed towards Toronto. Lisa
sat in her seat, motionless and silent. Jim didn’t say anything more; because of what happened that morning,
the feeling of using the cursed power returned after many years. Two forces were constantly battling within him:
what he could do, and what he should do. The power to force women was a terrifying
power—it could make a man lose himself. But as the sun shone brightly under a cloudless blue sky, the familiar road stretched
out beneath his feet, and the music of Steppenwolf filled his ears,
he began to relax.

"So, why do you want to kill me?" he asked, thinking it might be a good starting
point. But she stared at the emptiness before her, silent. He smiled dejectedly. It had been too long since he'd used the power of the curse;
he'd forgotten the subtle nuances. He corrected himself: "Tell me, why do you want to
kill me?" A direct command worked; a question didn't.

"To stop you from using this power to hunt women," she replied bitterly.

"But I've never hunted women, never."

She didn't answer, just stared stubbornly ahead. Jim sighed, disliking this drawn-out, toothpaste-
like conversation. What was this all about? But because she had tried to kill him before, he felt he had the right
to know the answer to his question at last.

“Tell me why you think I would hunt women.”

“You’re a man. You have the power to force women to do anything, anything you want. Is that
even a question? Even a fool could guess what would happen.”

“That’s not fair.” He hadn’t expected her to answer his non-command, but Lisa
surprised .

“Not fair? I’ve followed eight men like you. Eight men with that power. Every single one
of uses that power to enslave and exploit women. One of them is a pimp. Two run
a strip club where the actresses are ‘voluntary,’ free. One bastard marries
rich women , gets the money, and then divorces them.” Lisa’s voice made no attempt to hide her anger.

“But it’s just because…”

“There’s this guy who’s an agent in Hollywood, taking all the commissions from the actresses he represents. And there’s this guy who sleeps with a different married woman
every night, a new one every day. Why? Just because he can do that. Do
I need to tell you about this scumbag who got a bunch of underage girls pregnant?!”

“That’s not me! I’ve never done anything like that!”

“Just because you haven’t doesn’t mean you won’t. The price of trusting you is too high. That kind of power
will corrupt you.” She finished speaking and sighed deeply.

Jim could feel her anger, and he understood that anger, even though it was an unfair anger
directed at him. “So you’ve already killed eight people?”

“With a smile.” Her voice was like a blade.

“I’ll be the ninth one, won’t I?”

“Yes, you will be the ninth one. No matter what you’ve done to me, someone else will do the job.”

Jim was silent for a long time, processing the information he had received, trying to find the best solution. He
was tormented, offended, and unjustly categorized into the kind of bastards Lisa had described. But he also admitted that
Lisa's "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" approach contained a clean and cold logic. And
what could be done with those people? Criminal prosecution? The controlled women would be driven to give false testimony in court. If death was
the only way to break the curse… then there really wasn't much else to do. This silence lasted…
For an hour, Jim felt increasingly oppressed. "Tell me how you learned about this curse."

"I was once a slave to a man named Luther, who also possessed your abilities."

"What do you mean by 'once a slave'? What happened?"

Lisa didn't respond. Just as he was about to reorganize his thoughts and command her to answer, she spoke:
"Please don't force me to say," her voice soft and pleading. He nodded, ceasing his questioning, but
not intending to fall into silence again.

"So, how did you find me? How did you know I was cursed?"

"As if I were going to tell you," Lisa said defiantly.

Jim smiled, finding her monotonous resistance amusing. “Answer every single question I ask.
I want complete and truthful answers.”

“Damn! Okay. When you were a baby, you participated in a clinical vaccine trial. The trial went wrong, and
you were injected with the wrong substance. You got messed up, or contaminated, you know? All the boys who were injected with the wrong
substance grew up with that kind of ‘curse’ you’re talking about.”

“So how do you know all this?”

“Through twelve years of tireless tracking. I followed two other cursed people, trying to
find any common ground between them and Luther. Discovering that it was a problem with the vaccine was an accident—we stumbled
upon it.”

“So, how many other cursed people are there in total?”

“Not counting you? Thirteen.”

He drove silently, processing her answer.

“Tell me why olanzapine didn’t work this morning. I thought it was supposed to protect you.”

“I want to know what’s going on too,” Lisa said. “The dosage I take usually lasts for six
hours , but today it only lasted less than three. It's probably because of the enclosed environment here, making
your chemical concentration much higher than elsewhere. Or maybe it's because you haven't showered for days, so a higher concentration
has accumulated .”

“Is it that obvious?” Jim asked shyly. “I… uh… I usually shower every day.
But the showers at the truck station are broken. And, I wasn't thinking of…”

“No need to explain. Your smell is just another reason why you don't smell like yourself,” she said, frowning. She sat
expressionlessly , staring at the road outside the windshield. She hadn't moved since he used the curse.
Suddenly, Jim realized that Lisa couldn't actually move—he had asked her to sit still. It must have been incredibly
uncomfortable for so long.

“Don't do anything that directly or indirectly harms me. Don't take any more olanzapine. Don't try to leave
this truck, don't call anyone. Understand?”

“Understood.”

“Good, you can move around freely under these restrictions.”

She turned to look at him, stretched her limbs, then moved the seat back, looking at the
living . She stood up and casually rummaged through his things. Although this made Jim uncomfortable, he
had already told her she was free to do as she pleased and didn't want to go back on his word. After seemingly browsing through everything, Lisa
sat back down. "Your family?" she asked, holding up a faded Polaroid photograph. Jim didn't need to turn around
; he only had one photo.

"Yes."

"Do they know about you? About your power?"

"I left them when I was 15, I ran away from home."

"Why?"

"To protect them."

After a brief silence, "To protect them from that kind of sexual arousal, right?"

He didn't answer.

"Your mother, your two sisters… I always thought immediate family members were immune to it," she
said. Jim felt like she was provoking him, but there was no hint of it in her tone. She
sounded curious… even sympathetic?

"No, they weren't immune either."

Lisa stared at Jim silently for a long time. He deliberately didn't turn around, looking at the road ahead, his eyes slightly
moist. A thousand emotions easily broke through his defenses. Good heavens, that was thirty years ago.

“Now I understand—that’s why you called it a ‘curse’,” her voice was soft.

“I… I was hoping you knew some way to turn it off,” he tried to hide the deep
disappointment in his voice.

“I only know one way.”

“Ah.”

Another long silence.

“So, after you ran away from home, you became a truck driver?” Lisa asked.

“Ah, I was only fifteen then, not even old enough to get a driver’s license. But I knew I had to go
somewhere without women. So I ran off to Belleville, worked on a farm for a few years, then moved
to Oshawa, worked in an auto parts factory for a few years. There were no women there.
As soon as I got my license, I switched to being a long-haul truck driver. That way I could go for long periods without women, avoiding trouble.
And truck drivers are paid pretty well.”

“Wait… absolutely no women? Thirty years?” She sounded quite skeptical.

“And not much men either.”

Lisa laughed sarcastically, her laughter full of surprise. Jim turned to look at her. Her smile
faded under his gaze, but her brow remained furrowed. "Impossible. Never been with a woman in
thirty years? And with that kind of power? You're lying…you must be," she said.

"I'm not lying," he said quite frankly. "And you don't need to keep emphasizing 'thirty years,' '
no woman.' There are definitely people who have never done it."

"You've never done it?"

Jim's face flushed instantly. He thought it best not to answer. So he pressed the AM
radio button on the control panel, wanting to tune to Toronto traffic radio. If the traffic in Toronto was clear, he could
get off Highway 401 as soon as possible. He could feel Lisa's eyes staring at him from the other side, but he forced
himself to focus intently on the road ahead. Driving like this had really annoyed his old driving instructor back in the day. Quietly pass the time.
Several hours later, they arrived at the edge of the Greater Toronto Area. Lisa became extremely restless,
constantly shifting her position, stretching and curling up. This was affecting his driving, so Jim
finally asked if she could stay still in her seat for a while. She tried to sit quietly for a few minutes, then turned
to look at him.

"Let me be your first."

"What?"

"Just...just pull over to the side of the road," she said.

"No, you mean here? You're crazy..." He
stopped . Lisa's face was filled with an urgent, naked desire. The desire was so intense, even a little
panicked. Under the intense sexual arousal, she struggled to suppress the desperate impulse. The curse had struck again.

"No! Listen, just...just take a few deep breaths. Control yourself," he said. Lisa began to
take deep breaths at his command.

"Jim...I feel like I'm burning with desire. I need you, please, please!" she
gasped.

Jim's long-suppressed sexual desire finally became uncontrollable; he felt an unbearable erection pressing against his jeans.
"There's nowhere to park around here. And... no, just no. Not
when . This isn't right, I don't want to force you..."

"Please, Jim~"

He tried to think of a way to both alleviate her pain and satisfy his conscience. "Give
me your olanzapine, then sit back in your seat and cuff your hands to the seat so you can't break free,"
he said. Lisa rummaged through her bag and pulled out a pillbox, handing it to him and cuffing herself as he instructed.
Jim took a small white pill from the foil; there were only two left. "Swallow this," he said, putting the pill
in her mouth. She obediently took the pill from his palm, but with a lewd laugh, she licked
his palm.

Jim turned his attention back to the road; Lisa was shifting restlessly in her seat, rubbing and squeezing her legs,
occasionally letting out pleasurable moans. As Jim drove into Toronto, heading north on Highway 400,
she finally quieted down again. Jim enjoyed the silence; her seductive moans had caused him
a painful erection in his pants, which was now slowly subsiding.

**********

The truck left the city and headed north, and half an hour passed in this quiet. Lisa looked
out the passenger window and said quietly, "That feeling was terrifying, completely out of control, not even your
body."

"I know how you felt then, believe me. At least olanzapine was working."

"Yes, but it's not good to take another one so soon. The normal dosage is one a day.
Taking one every few hours isn't good."

Jim thought for a moment and said, "There's a truck station near Huntsville. I'll
stop and then we'll go our separate ways."

"Jim... we're not over yet. There's only one way this can end," she said, her voice sounding
incredibly reluctant.

“Why? I’m not like those people.”

“I know. Those people would accept my offerings without a second thought. They revel in their
power, and in my helplessness and humiliation. You didn’t, thank you. You seem like a good person, I really think so.”

“But?”

“But I still need to finish my work. I’ve experienced firsthand what happens when that power is unchecked
.”

“Luther?” he asked.

Lisa remained silent for a long time, looking out the passenger-side window. Finally, she spoke, her voice so soft that
Jim had to concentrate hard to hear her amidst the roar of the engine. "Fifteen years ago, my sister
Kim and I were shopping at a mall. I had just turned 18. He approached us, lewdly. One arm was on
my shoulder, the other around my sister's waist. Just like that, he took control of us. He took us to
his suburban residence. Well, actually, it wasn't his property, but rather the property of one of the girls he was controlling. There were six of
us , all young and beautiful. We were all blindly obedient to him,
craving and going crazy for his not-so-strong penis. He kept us naked all day. He assigned us work every day. There
were six of us, but only four jobs. If you weren't chosen, you had to lie
on the cold stone floor of the basement, hugging another woman for warmth, and enduring the torment of not having his penis. So,
every day we desperately begged for a job. We really begged, kneeling and pleading with him. He enjoyed
seeing us like that, forcing us to do it. Then, the 'kitchen bitch' had to cook and clean up the dishes;"
"The 'indoor bitch' has to do housework, tidy the room; the 'toilet bitch'... needs to... be forced to..."
She stopped trembling, and it took a long time for the shock to subside. "The best job is the 'bedroom
bitch.' You don't need to guess what that means." She paused, then gave a miserable laugh.

“But I loved being that bedroom bitch, Jim. In those few
times , the pleasure was unimaginable, unbelievable. It was like winning the lottery, falling in love,
or… I don’t know how to describe it. Lying beneath Luther, feeling his 15cm cock inside me
, was the closest I’d ever been to heaven. He’d command me to orgasm, and I’d
be blown into the sky like a dynamite, again and again. The ecstasy and relaxation were unimaginable. I’d
never felt anything like that before or since. Even now,
I —dreams of how incredibly ecstatic it was. Every time, no matter
what else I went through in those three years there, those ecstatic moments kept replaying in my mind.” She took a deep breath and
fell silent again. Jim wanted to say something comforting, but he didn’t know what to say. What could
heal the wounds she had suffered? He even doubted whether she truly hated men with his power.

"Want to know how I gained my freedom?"

"If...if you're willing to tell me. If the process is too painful, then..."

"He sold me. He dressed me in a thin dress and drove me to a
parking lot . There I met another man. Luther told me, 'Always do whatever he tells you to do.'
In the bathroom, I went to pick up a man's car, and that was it. A week later, Luther's biochemical substances were finally completely metabolized from my
body . A week later, I regained control of my body and escaped from my new
owner's house."

"Thank God, it was only a week."

Lisa turned to look at Jim, tears streaming down her cheeks, her wide eyes filled with
fear of the ordeal she had endured. “You have no idea how long that week was. It was a
week filled with boundless pleasure, but also boundless terror. The physical pain was unbearable—severe migraines, muscle spasms—
but the emotional pain was even worse. Being a part of Luther made me hate life. It
left an unbearable void in my heart. The feeling of losing him was inescapable. All I could do was curl up
there and helplessly pray for death.”

Jim said nothing, just shook his head sadly.

“My new master had sex with me a few times while my vagina was dry, probably to get his
money’s worth. I don’t care anymore. Compared to losing Luther, this is nothing. I don’t even remember
his name.”

When Jim’s attention returned to the highway, he found his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, as if he wanted to strangle
the person, his knuckles white from the deep pressure. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed his hands. “
Where’s your sister?” Lisa shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from her since.
I’m still looking for her.” “I’m so sad about what happened to you, Lisa. I don’t know how to express how sad I am,”
Jim said.

Another silence.

“I’ve never told anyone about this,” she said. “It’s easier to keep it buried deep inside.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

“You’re a good person. And you have the right to know why you had to die.”

**********

Jim returned to the car with the Taco Bell (Translator’s note: formerly known as Taco Bell, an American fast-food chain owned by Yum! Brands,
selling Americanized Mexican food). He was starving. He thought Lisa probably was too. Yes, but
the hunger wasn’t just one aspect. As he unlocked her handcuffs and re-cuffed them in front of her, she said,
“The drug is wearing off.” He had put her gun in the glove compartment before entering the station, so the gun wasn’t a
problem now.

"So you only had a few hours before your desire was aroused, right?"

"It's already aroused."

"So fast! This morning, there were several hours before the olanzapine wore off. We drove all the way from Leamington
to Toronto together..."

"With the accumulation of that biochemical substance in my body, this kind of sexual arousal is inevitable. A small
dose is enough for mind control, but this kind of arousal requires a much larger dose. Now the substance has accumulated to
a very high level, and mind control and lust have come together."

"This drug has a short duration of effect. The last one was taken 3 hours ago. And you only have 2 left."

"Damn! I don't want to take 3 pills in just half a day—that's too many. It's medicine, not candy,"
she said.

"Maybe we could go for a walk? Fresh air might..."

"Your biochemical substance has already accumulated in my blood vessels; fresh air won't help," she said resignedly
.

“We can go separately. You said it would metabolize in a week.”

“No! No, please… that’s the worst option. The withdrawal symptoms are like hell.”

Lisa turned and spun her chair towards the living area, standing up and refusing to look at him. She quickly pulled her jeans and underwear
down to her ankles, lay down on his bunk, still wearing her white sweater, her hands still handcuffed.
Jim stared intently at her fair, delicate chin and the wet, slippery mouth between her open legs.
In an instant, he became hard, hunger washing over him, rapidly eroding his self-control. “I want you to put it in
,” she gasped, resting her head on her forearm.

“Lisa… this, this won’t work, this, this isn’t right. I’d better not…”

“This is the least harmful option for me. Please… do it for me just once,” she said, arching
her back and spreading her legs wider. That pink little mouth opened in front of him.

"Do it for you?"

"Jim... it's not just a surge of desire, it's not just sexual arousal. It's not the kind
of itch I can ignore. It's a fire... a thirst. Like the craving for another breath when drowning.
That's it, I need your penis as much as I need to breathe, even
more . Please!"

"There must be other options."

"You want me to beg you? I will, you know. I'll do anything you want me to do, Jim. Please
?"

Jim took a deep breath, trying to clear his head, but Lisa's scent filled his senses with that breath.
He knew what it was, deep down, on a primal level, he knew. He knew what it meant.
He tried to think, tried not to look at her half-naked, eagerly yearning body, tried to think of other
ways . Try to think of some reason, any excuse, to avoid inserting his penis into her
honeypot like this. He hadn't intentionally taken off his jeans and underwear, but when he came to his senses, he found them
hanging down to his ankles. His large penis stood erect, almost ready to ejaculate. His heart pounded
like a drum. Finally, his knees touched her delicate body.

Lisa sighed as Jim gently stroked her white buttocks with his hands .
His body was smooth and soft. She moaned, responding to his caresses. Her soft moans… her fragrance… the
warmth of her body… the pleasure of a woman… how had he kept himself away for thirty years?

“Please… put it in…” she begged.

Lost in his daze, Jim reached down with his right hand, covering Lisa’s genitals, hot and wet, spreading…
She exuded a unique fragrance. His fingers gently caressed the slippery entrance, marveling at
how soft and smooth her honeypot was. Her scent was so sweet, he greedily inhaled it.

"Oh...so good~~~~~~" she sighed, opening her knees wider to meet his fingers. He
found the entrance to her honeypot slowly swallowing his index finger. His fingers explored the inner cavity. Lisa
swayed her buttocks, trying to swallow his entire finger, her moans gradually rising in intensity.

"You're right," he murmured.

"Cock...Jim...your big cock..." Lisa's voice sounded utterly desperate, filled with
irresistible hunger and panic. Could he do this? As he asked himself this, he unconsciously leaned in, kneeling
before her, his erect cock pressing against her, meeting her slippery honeypot. He gently thrust in, and
almost instantly it was sucked in. He entered, entered her wet, slippery body, hot, tight, and
reluctant to leave . Lisa let out a long, pleasurable sigh. He growled softly, his hands instinctively reaching down
to hold her buttocks. He wanted to remain still, to savor the sensation. Part of him still wanted to maintain
self-control, to keep his job. But Lisa clearly had other thoughts, moving eagerly back and forth, her slippery, delicious, and
pleasurable movements massaging his erect penis. Too fast, too strong. An uncontrollable tension surged through
his testicles and pubic bone, erupting violently. The afterglow of orgasm pulsated with each thrust as he plunged deep into
the girl 's body. Then, the whole world seemed to lose its color, immersed in intoxicating pleasure
.

Slowly, the desire subsided, and the world returned to Jim's consciousness. He was still in his
car. Before him, beneath him, Lisa lay on the bed, limbs outstretched, a dazed yet satisfied smile
on her face. The return of reality felt like a heavy kick to his heart. His self-control had failed.
For thirty years, he had been so strong, doing the right thing, resisting the power of the curse. But his strength
was clearly far from enough. He had taken advantage of a woman who was powerless to resist and unable to say no.

Lisa's judgment of him had always been correct. The thought made him feel nauseous.

He pulled out of Lisa's body, abruptly pulled up his pants, and stood up. He wanted to
think , but nothing came to mind. He sat silently in his seat, started the car, and drove back to
Highway 11.

**********

"We still don't know why sex can counteract that arousal," Lisa broke
the uncomfortable silence. "It's probably still related to hormones. There are many things we don't
understand ." She used the wet wipes and tissues in the car to dry herself as much as possible and sat back down. Because of the handcuffs, the whole process wasn't very smooth. And Jim remained silent
for half an hour with a childlike sullenness . 　　"We?" 　　"My team," she said. 　　“You created a team of assassins?” 　　“I was the only one who pulled the trigger,” she said. “The others did logistics, research, transport, or whatever.” 　　“Ah,” he dismissed the question in his mind. It didn’t matter anymore, it didn’t matter to him, and soon would be none of his concern. He sighed, drove off the highway, ignoring Lisa’s questions, onto a country road, and from there onto a rough logging road. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice tinged with tension. In response, Jim stopped the car, pulled the handbrake, and turned off the engine . 　　“You’re right,” he said, reaching behind her to open the glove compartment. “Power corrupts.” He grabbed Lisa’s wrist and unlocked the handcuffs. “What are you doing…” 　　“I’m ready,” he said. “Pick up the gun, let’s end this.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He heard the glove compartment open, the gun being taken out, and then a long pause. 　　“I asked you to do this, Jim. I needed you to do it. There was really no better choice.” Her voice was gentle, but unwavering. 　　“Everything has happened just as you predicted. If we don’t end it here, it will happen again . If you don’t kill me, I’ll become like Luther. This is the best way to protect you.” 　　Another long silence followed. “You and Luther are completely different people,” she said firmly. “You wouldn’t have sunk to that level 　　even in your worst days .” 　　“You said yourself that this had to be done. So what are you hesitating for? This place, like everywhere , is a good place.” 　　“I’m sorry, Jim. You’re a good man.” 　　“But in the end, I’m no better than the people you’ve killed,” he said bitterly. 　　The silence lasted a minute… two minutes… Finally, he opened his eyes and looked to his right. Lisa sat in her chair, staring blankly at the gun on her lap. She lifted her eyelids to look into his eyes, those pretty eyes filled with hesitation and conflict. “But you are so much stronger than them. You abandoned your family. You denied yourself for thirty years instead of indulging in that power. And now… you’re prepared to die to protect me… even after I try to kill you, and will try again.” 　　“I’m not strong enough, the curse is too powerful,” he shrugged helplessly. 　　“That’s the worst part! You’ve been doing so well if it weren’t for my intervention. If it weren’t for me …” 　　“Anyway, I’m prepared to end my life within a year. I’m tired of spending all this time in the car . I’ve made some plans, just haven’t put them into practice yet.” 　　“You’re kidding!” 　　He gave a dry laugh. “No, it seems that everyone who has that curse either wants to die or deserves to die.” 　　Lisa stared at Jim for a long time, his expression incredibly sorrowful. He stared at Lisa for a minute as well, finally turning to look at the windshield. “You know, we should finish it outside, no…”

"It's necessary to destroy such a beautiful truck."

"I can't kill you now," she said quietly.

"We've already talked. You need to finish this job, and I have absolutely no reason to
live ."

"No, I mean, I can't kill you now... not this afternoon. I need to call someone to pick me up,
and now, this place is... how far... five hours' drive from where we first met, isn't it
? I can't wait here for five hours; the risk of being discovered is too great. Besides, I've already inhaled a high
dose of your biochemical. The sexual arousal will happen again in a moment. And I
can't take olanzapine for at least the next 36 hours; I've overdosed. That means the next day will
be my hell—unless your penis can counteract its effects."

"But what happens after I die? How will you get through this withdrawal?"

"I hope I can take small amounts of olanzapine frequently—maybe a quarter tablet every six hours
can keep the lust under control."

"Hopefully?"

"This is only the second time I've had to go through this withdrawal, so I can only guess."

“Hmm,” he said, “well… I think we should get back on the road quickly. As long as I’m alive,
I still need to fulfill my promise to deliver the goods to Hearst.”

**********

“I thought you were sleeping in the truck,” Lisa
asked as Jim parked the truck in front of a hotel called “Holiday Inn” on the outskirts of North Bay. “Yes, but since this is my last night on earth, I
want to have a proper meal in the best bed.”

“Want someone to keep you company?”

“If it’s you.”

“There’s no one else to keep you company.” Lisa grabbed her jacket and backpack. Jim went to the table to get a change of
clothes and toiletries. He booked a Queen’s Suite for them. After checking in, he immediately went into the bathroom. This was
the most expensive bath he had ever taken, and he was determined to make it worth the price. Half an hour later, he was dressed and
turned on the TV. It was Lisa’s turn to wash up.

Lisa walked out of the bathroom naked. Jim froze, mesmerized by her beautiful figure. She
gazed the man’s eyes and slowly walked to his bedside. Lisa's hair was still wet, casually curled and draped over
her collarbone. A seductive smile played on her lips. With each step, her full breasts trembled slightly,
her dark nipples particularly alluring to him. He felt a fire rise within him; her shapely buttocks were so firm,
her legs strong and long. There was no pubic hair between her legs, boldly displayed before him. "
I hope you don't mind that I used your razor," she said, her voice as smooth as silk.

Jim took a long time to gather his words: "Lisa, you know how I feel about this. I don't want to
take advantage of you when you're helpless."

"I didn't. At least not now. I'm perfectly sober and completely in control of myself."
She continued to walk towards him with a languid gait.

"Then why?"

"This is your last night on earth. I promise it will be the best night. I owe you so much ." She came to the bedside and slowly placed her hands on her buttocks. She was simply the most breathtaking sight
he had ever seen .
"I think this is the most beautiful night yet," he sighed softly.

Lisa smiled warmly, pointing to his crotch, "Underwear, take it off, now~"

He didn't need to be told again, and quickly stripped off his clothes. Lisa walked slowly to the edge of the bed,
her buttocks full and pert. Jim could still recall the soft,
warm . His penis was hard as iron once more, craving her touch.

"What do you want me to do?" He saw Lisa kneeling by the bed, between his legs.

"I want you to enjoy every moment of this."

She picked up one of his legs, slowly bringing that foot to her mouth, and then pressed a soft, fiery
kiss to it. She kissed his big toe. As her tongue licked his toes, her eyes never
left his eyes. The other four toes enjoyed the same treatment. Finally, she gently kissed
his arch, placing his right foot back on the floor. Then, his left foot enjoyed the same tenderness. She ran
her fingertips along his ankles up to his crotch, then slowly back down. The caresses were
gentle and unhurried, their eyes locked on each other. He groaned softly, his penis growing even harder
.

A part of him wanted to ask where she had learned this way of pleasing a man, but he knew
he didn't want the answer. So he let go of his thoughts, focusing on the sensual stimulation.
It didn't matter anymore. Lisa placed her hands on his hips, her damp hair gently
tracing his stomach and penis. She leaned down, ensuring her hot tongue could smear along
the base to the glans and back down, all while keeping her eyes on his. Jim took a deep breath: "Ah… I'm afraid I can't control myself very well," he said, then gasped as
she gently kissed him again from the base to the glans. 　　Lisa gently parted her lips, slowly taking most of his penis into her mouth, then slowly sucking as she withdrew , once again gazing intently into Jim's eyes. "Focus on catching up, don't worry about losing control. If you climax too quickly, I'll start over~" She gave him a wicked smile. She gave his penis a long, patient lick, then took it entirely into her mouth. He felt Lisa's little tongue playfully sliding along his penis, between the coronal sulcus and the urethral opening. She seemed deliberately unhurried, as if she herself was fully enjoying and savoring his sensations. Most alluring was the gentle . "You look... really..." He tried to say something, but found his mind hazy, unable to form words. Then, his words turned into uncontrollable moans . 　　"You have a very beautiful little brother. And the thought of keeping it for me makes it look even more adorable~"

"He likes you too, we all like you," Jim gasped.

Lisa stopped, a look of surprise crossing her face, followed by a sad smile. She whispered
something, then pulled her attention back to Jim's erect penis
. After another minute of skillful oral sex, she stepped back, perhaps sensing his impending ejaculation
. Lisa knelt at his feet again, her hair brushing against his skin. Then, she climbed up
, kissing his belly, her fingers gently stroking the hair on his chest. Lisa's lips rhythmically
licked the ticklish skin above Jim's buttocks, her warm, soft hands
stroking his body rhythmically along his ribs. With Lisa's kisses, Jim reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying
the cool, wet sensation of her fingertips.

As Lisa lifted herself up slightly and began to suckle his nipple, his hands reached for her breasts, marveling
at their incredible smoothness. He gently kneaded and played with them, feeling their warmth and weight. Her
nipples were hard and erect. Jim gently touched them with his fingertips, carefully pinching and gently
rotating them. He didn't know how much force to use, but he clearly loved it.

"A little harder," Lisa murmured.

"I don't want to... uh, I mean, I'm afraid..."

"A little harder," she insisted, supporting herself as she stood up, raising her breasts before him
for him to play with. Her body was an elegant and delicate painting, incredibly soft and feminine. He
followed her instructions, pinching and rotating her nipples with his fingertips. Lisa closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. She half
-opened her eyes, looking at the man beneath her, her gaze filled with cloying desire. "A little harder, let me feel you,"
she said. His fingertips grew wild, eliciting increasingly loud moans from her. Lisa knelt down, kissing
his chest, then his neck. Finally, her cheek rested above Jim's, her large brown eyes
, brimming with desire, gazing down at him, their faces framed by Lisa's long hair. Lisa
knelt beside Jim's hips, guiding his hard penis to her labia. She leaned back
slightly, slowly and gently drawing his large penis into her wet, tight passage. She
slowly sat back, hearing Jim's deep, sensual moan as his penis reached its full depth.

Jim's hands rested on Lisa's buttocks, gesturing for her not to move, trembling slightly as he savored the feeling of being
completely enveloped by her. He looked down and saw his penis fully inside her. The
wet, tight sensation in his groin sent shivers down his spine. Lisa lowered her head to kiss Jim, their tongues passionately
teasing . Then, she moved her lips to his ear. "I'm all wet inside, Jim. My little sister's dripping
~ It has nothing to do with the curse~" she whispered in his ear, her body moving back and forth,
rubbing his hot, hard penis against her wet vagina. The two held each other, breathing heavily with each
thrust . With each rub, she felt Jim's penis deeply penetrating her most tender spot.
She leaned forward to kiss Jim, her tongue exploring his mouth. After a long, breathless kiss, she lifted
herself up, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her brows and eyes exuding endless charm. Lisa pulled Jim
into her arms , panting softly.

"I can't hold on much longer," Jim managed to squeeze out, struggling to control his
body.

"Don't hold back, shoot inside. Let me look into your eyes when you shoot, okay?"

He nodded, thrusting several times with all his might, finally pushing his penis deep into Lisa's honeypot, convulsing as he ejaculated
his hot semen into her body, his soul lost in those brown eyes.

Lisa leaned over Jim, his penis still inside her, as hard as ever.
Jim held the beauty in his arms, gently stroking her smooth back. They lay together for a long time, until Jim's
penis softened and slipped out of her embrace. Lisa slid off him, but cupped Jim's cheeks and
kissed him , her tongue gently brushing against his lips, still carrying the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Lisa... just now... wow..." Jim was still panting. She just kissed his
lips .

"I wish I could do something for you. I really don't want to..." Before he could finish speaking, Lisa's kiss
interrupted him again.

“You didn’t order me around or demand anything. You didn’t try to control me. You just let me do whatever I wanted
. This is the first time I’ve met a man who’s been so generous.” She paused. “Every part of you is
the complete opposite of what I expected.”

They lay together in silence for a moment, then Jim suddenly remembered something: “What if you get pregnant?
We didn’t use any protection…” Before he could finish, he got the answer from Lisa’s expression. “Luther
had me sterilized. He didn’t want his toys to be at risk of pregnancy,” she said.

“He’s not a human being!”

“Humanity has never been his strong suit.”

“I’m serious. That bastard definitely has some kind of human deficiency. Whether he’s cursed or not, some people
are just incomplete.”

“I’ve made sure he’s not just incomplete.”

“Is he the first one on your list?” Jim asked.

“The first one, the one who deserved it most,” she said. “He died very slowly.”

“If it were me, I would have made his death much more painful.”

He began to stroke her body again. He loved touching her skin—warm, smooth, it felt
so intimate.

"Thank you so much for considering my pregnancy, you're such a sweetheart~" she whispered.

"Uh... I'm too old, I can't have any more children," he said self-deprecatingly.

"Really? You're not so old that you can't call room service, huh?"

**********

"Jim?"

He woke up, unsure of where he was—and even more startled—who he was sleeping
in bed with. After a moment, the events of last night returned to his mind. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table:
3:20 AM. It seemed this was the last day of his life.

"Lisa? What's wrong?" The room was dark, and he could barely see her outline.

"I've waited as long as I could, but... give it to me now, please?"

The curse was starting to rage within her again. He knew it from her trembling voice. Her hands
were urgently caressing his genitals under the covers, helping him to get an erection quickly.

"Lisa, this isn't..."

She gently covered Jim's mouth with her other hand. "Shh... I know, I'm sorry, I've
put in a terrible situation. If there were another way, I know you would have used another way.
That's just the kind of person you are. But this... I'm suffering in hell, lust is burning my body, and
tormenting my soul. I'm about to lose consciousness. Please? Give it to me! Give it to me! Please?" Her voice
was filled with endless despair. Hearing Lisa beg him to make his penis get to its maximum erection quickly
filled him with disgust. He could imagine Lisa kneeling before Luther, begging for a job
. She had said that the bastard loved doing that. He reveled in Lisa's subservience and humiliation before him
. The thought that he and that son of a bitch had so much in common filled Jim with deep
anguish. "Don't beg me for anything anymore," he said forcefully. "Tell
me what you need, but never again in that tone!"

She gasped, obeying Jim's command, "Jim, give me your cock. I need you to
counteract the sexual arousal brought on by the curse."

The chill of the morning, kicked off the covers, vanished instantly as Lisa straddled him. She had waited
too long; the curse compelled her to have an urgent, not leisurely, sexual encounter. In the darkness,
they made love passionately and frantically, caressing, panting, their wet lips thirstily kissing, her hot
vagina enveloping his erect penis. Her rich scent surrounded him. His fingers found her
nipples, kneading them forcefully, enjoying the pleasurable moans escaping her throat. Each time she moved back and forth, he moved his hips
in sync , then thrust into that tight paradise with all his might. He felt his pleasure
rapidly escalating, and he had no intention of holding back. A moment later, he roared and released all his essence inside her. The two of them,
panting heavily, collapsed onto the bed. Lisa held him, slowly calming their breathing together. "
Thank you," she whispered, "I know it was uncomfortable for you to do it with me in that state,
but it felt wonderful. I need you to know that."

"I just don't like the way you have no choice. It feels wrong."

"Oh, it felt amazing at the end."

He smiled, "This is probably the last time. Forty-five years of abstinence, and then three times in one day
!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to do it again. We still have a long way to go to Hearst."

"Then you'll have to let me get some sleep first, I'm really not ready."

**********

They postponed their departure from North Bay. Jim went to the bank to take care of some paperwork, while Lisa went to the pharmacy
to buy a new strip of olanzapine with a prescription. She waited for Jim in the truck, and then the two drove onto Highway 11,
heading north. Lisa slept for an hour in the truck. Jim kept glancing at the girl sleeping beside him. She didn't
look like an assassin. Lying there, her head swayed slightly with the swaying of the truck. He
thought, somewhat frantically, that the fact that this girl could sleep so comfortably in his presence meant that she truly trusted him. He
was genuinely pleased with this level of trust.

Finally, the curse within her woke her up. "Hmm... here we go again, Jim. Is there anywhere nearby where
I can park?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Not really, but I really feel that lust starting to burn. Can you hurry up?"

In response, he turned on his turn signal, pulled the truck over to the side of the road, turned on the hazard lights, and
got out to place a triangular warning sign behind the truck. When he returned to the driver's seat, Lisa was already
facing him, naked and with her legs crossed—a truly enthusiastic welcome. His gaze moved from her brown eyes to
her alluring smile, then to her slender waist and long legs. Her legs were crossed, concealing her hairless
vulva . He felt his penis already eager to get started, though it was
still a little sore from the frenzy of the past 24 hours. "You're unbelievably beautiful," he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

Lisa's smile widened. "No need for flattery. I'm the real deal~ Remember?"
She seemed relaxed, full of amusement, a far cry from the hungry, anxious look she had that morning.

"I'm not exaggerating. You look really beautiful, incredibly sexy." He continued to pull down his pants,
unbuckling his belt.

"For someone who's avoided women for thirty years, your words are really sweet~" she said, sounding
quite pleased with his compliment.

Jim stripped naked and approached her, his desire quite obvious. "Tell me, how..." He
stopped after only two sentences. He couldn't use a command, he reminded himself. "I want to know how to please you,
how to make you feel better. Until now, I've only been enjoying your service, which isn't good."

"I really felt great before, Jim, every single time. The feeling of you inside me was simply
amazing!"

"I felt great too. But I want to give you the pleasure you gave me before. I want to know
how ."

She looked at him quietly for a moment, then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, her legs spread wide, her feet touching
the ground . She stretched out her hands, and Jim took them. She gently led Jim to kneel down, kneeling before her crotch.
She lay back, supporting herself on her elbows, gazing at Jim along her delicate body.

"Taste me," her voice was so soft.

Jim looked at her wet, full vulva. The rich scent of her aroused body filled his
nostrils with each breath. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke Lisa's jade-like legs, bringing his lips to hers. Not knowing where to
begin , he passionately kissed the area around her vulva, hearing her sigh of satisfaction. Encouraged, he
extended his tongue, slowly licking along her soft skin. He lowered his head, gently sucking on her vulva.
Lips.

"Oh my god! I feel so weak all over," she gasped. "Keep going."

Jim gently parted her labia with his thumb, revealing her wet, pink vulva. He kissed it eagerly,
licking it impatiently. Lisa sat up, gently lifting his face, guiding him higher, almost to
the top of the cleft, then stopping there. Jim understood her meaning, focusing his tongue on teasing that
raised, pink little flesh. Lisa took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. "Right there...
don't be too rough, start gently," she whispered.

"Mmm... I love the taste of you here," he stopped licking there and instead rhythmically touched
it , teasing the clitoris. He continued to savor the sweet nectar, enjoying her moans.
Her breathing quickened, her hips began to move up and down, responding to his tongue, wanting to enjoy a more powerful
contact .

"Faster...don't stop..." Her hands gripped Jim's hair urgently, pulling him towards her
genitals. He obediently increased the frequency of his tongue's trembling, sliding faster over her clitoris, absolutely loving
her moans and the movements of her hips! Her moans gradually rose higher and more melodious, her slender waist
beginning to tremble. Her thighs shook, her whole body shuddering violently with the approach of orgasm. Finally,
Lisa pushed Jim away, lying on the bed, breathing heavily. Jim stretched out beside her.

"You really...learn so fast!" she said between breaths.

Jim smiled, "Just really motivated to do it."

"I hope you haven't ejaculated yet, you have to fuck me hard, fuck the curse out of my body. Your mouth is amazing
, but it's still just scratching the surface."

"You look tired, lie down and let me do it?" He stood up, getting into position. She smiled, spreading
her legs: "It's yours~"

Realizing this might be the last time they were together, his movements were slow and meticulous. He stood
between Lisa's legs, carefully inserting his penis into her opening. She was already soaking wet, her vulva glistening with his
saliva and her delicious juices. Their union was relaxed and intimate. After he released
his essence inside her once more, neither of them spoke for a long time, quietly embracing each other, savoring each other's caresses
and the feeling of intimacy.

Alas, the journey had to begin again, their destination inevitably awaiting them ahead.

**********

"Somehow, I always felt they'd take longer to unload," Lisa said.

"They're very professional," Jim said, shrugging.

Outside Hearst, by Lake Kerry, in a simple coffee shop, the two sat at a table sharing
sandwiches and coffee. The air was crisp and cool, not very comfortable, but the slowly setting sun
bathed the already vibrant red maple leaves in a golden glow, creating a particularly warm atmosphere.

Neither of them knew what to say, carefully avoiding the topic of what was about to happen.
They talked about the recent weather, the scenery by the lake, how good the coffee was… and then fell into a terrible silence
. Both of them felt an unbearable oppression.

“This… is too hard,” Lisa said, looking into his eyes for a moment, then looking away,
staring blankly at the distant lake.

“I don’t regret it at all. Meeting you is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. This time has been terrifying, and
… wonderful. Thank you.” He tried to shed tears. “I mean it. I would trade the last 20 years of
my life for these 24 hours. Thank you so much, Lisa.” It seemed there was nothing more to say; the future held
nothing but tears. Jim thought, it’s time.

“Come back to the truck with me,” he commanded in a low but firm tone, standing up and walking towards the truck. He
knew Lisa would come; the power of the curse had left her no other choice. Back in the cab, he
guided her to sit on the bunk. The scent and traces of their previous intimacy still lingered on the bunk. Jim placed her
backpack beside her, took a pistol from the glove compartment, and put it in a pocket of his coat.
Lisa looked puzzled and wary, but she didn't move. Jim saw her expression and
smiled . "I just slightly modified the plan," he said, then opened the cabinet and took out an envelope. "I
've been saving for almost 30 years. There really haven't been many places to spend money these past years. So, consider this my
donation : 'Kill every Luther fund you can find.'" He put the envelope into her
backpack. "After all, what you're doing probably doesn't make much money."

Jim knelt before Lisa, looking into her eyes. "Murder is a troublesome thing, Lisa. Police,
evidence collection, lengthy investigations. You've succeeded for so long, but one day they might come after you.
But suicide? Clean and simple. No one will ask, no one will care. In the end, all that's needed is
the coroner 's stamp." He stood up and took a step back.

"Look at me."

Lisa raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, but she could do nothing, not even make
a sound. Jim was grateful for her words. His own emotions were already intense enough; a heartbreaking farewell would only
bring him more tears.

"When I snap my fingers, you'll take your backpack, walk into the coffee shop. You'll smile happily,
order some desserts, sit down, and slowly eat them. You'll order a refillable coffee
and drink there until 6:30. Then you'll hail a taxi to take you back to the city. Then you'll leave,
knock over the postcard box, apologize, and clean them up. Everyone will remember you were there.
A perfect alibi. Nod if you understand."

She nodded sadly.

Jim smiled, bent down, and kissed her forehead. "Goodbye." He snapped his fingers, stood aside, and
watched Lisa climb out of the truck cab. He sat in the driver's seat, watching Lisa walk into
the coffee , then started the engine and slowly drove the truck onto the road.

**********

Jim didn't know much about firearms; he didn't know the brand or model of the gun. He didn't know
how to maintain a gun, or even how to change a magazine. However, he did know some common knowledge.
He disengaged the safety, pointed the gun at his head, and pulled the trigger. For now, that was enough
. He checked himself. The truck was parked on the side of the road, hazard lights on, the warning triangle up
, the engine off, and the ignition on the passenger seat. The headlights were on to illuminate the cabin. Night was falling, and whoever discovered the scene
soon would need to see what had happened. The windows were open;
no more lingering stench could remain in the cabin. Classic rock music blared from the satellite radio—
not loud, but enough to keep him company in his final moments. His suicide note was on
the passenger seat, under the keys. It was concise—he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind,
every word clear and precise. The language was neither bitter nor unpleasant, offering no
complaint . The note was succinct, without a single wasted word, unambiguous—he was leaving this world
because there was truly nothing left for him to live for.

Oh no, I'm going to get a nice truck cab dirty, oh no. But for the past twenty-seven years,
he'd spent nearly twenty-two hours a day reading in that truck; it seemed like the best place to end his life
. Jim sat on the bed, the gun beside him. He picked up the Polaroid photograph,
looking at each face in it more intently than ever before in years. He had once been the carefree
boy . When he was fourteen, the curse struck, ruining everything. But
before that, the memories were all sweet. The newly decorated Christmas tree on Christmas morning, sneaking into the neighbor
's yard on Halloween, the sandcastles built on the beach. Slow, happy memories. Giving all that away at fifteen was
incredibly difficult, extremely difficult. But staying would have made things worse, not only for himself, but
especially for his mother and two sisters. Having heard Lisa's descriptions of each of the men who had been killed, Jim knew that if
he had chosen to stay home, he might have grown into that scumbag too. Usually, the difficult
decisions are the right ones. Lisa… she had brought a glimmer of light into his life. In another
world without the curse, she would be the right person at the right time, his soulmate.
Her job won't be easy. Hopefully, he can light her way in this way.

He released the safety and picked up the gun. It was heavy, sturdy, and serious. He pressed the barrel against his right
temple, calmly aiming. He took a deep breath.

Jim pulled the trigger.

**********

Lisa sipped her coffee, checking the time on her phone again. 6:10. He'd been gone for 40 minutes
. She thought, either he'd finished, or he'd changed his mind and driven south. She hoped
he could overcome himself and pull the trigger. The thought of tracking him again and sending a bullet into his body
would break her heart. But no matter how much she realized she was about to kill a good man,
the other option could only be worse. To simply let other women suffer the same pain she had with Luther
was more unjust than simply killing a man. Death is quick. But the trauma that scumbag inflicted on her
would have to stay with her, etched in her heart.

She glanced at her watch again: 6:12. Damn it!

She thought, if she checked her backpack again, perhaps time would pass faster. Some changes of clothes,
wet wipes, plastic bags, a baseball cap, $64 in cash, a strip of 36 olanzapine tablets, and
the envelope Jim had left for her—inside was a check for nearly $500,000. She stared blankly at the number on the check, still
incredulous at the man she had spent the past two days with. Gentle, sincere, noble. He was
the best man she had ever met, far better than any of the others. A man like that could be trusted. He would do
the right thing.

Lisa eagerly awaited, hoping he would pull the trigger. She packed everything back into her backpack.
6:18, time was running out. She took another sip of coffee and heard a sound outside. It was the
roar , the truck rumbling into the twilight outside the coffee shop. She began to tremble,
wanting to stand up and run to the door, but that damned curse held her firmly in her seat. She could only sit there
and wait for him. The car door slammed shut, heavy footsteps echoing through the parking lot. She could already see
him through the window, his distinctive silhouette and gait.

Jim opened the door, walked in, gave a polite nod to the young barista, and then came over to
stand at her table. Lisa took another sip of coffee, her whole body tense.

"It's empty!" he whispered, his voice filled with resentment.

Lisa reached into her pocket and gripped the bullets tightly. That morning, when Jim went to the bank, Lisa had
unloaded all the bullets from the magazine. She felt she could trust him. She bet this man was the kind who
would rather die than betray his principles. The kind of man she could entrust her heart to, her mission to.
But the stakes were too high; she needed to be sure. Would he let her pull the trigger when the time came?

Surprisingly, he did.

Lisa smiled happily at him, glad he was back with her. He mumbled something, slumped heavily
into the chair opposite her, and ordered a coffee. Now that things were looking bright, she and Jim needed to have a good talk.

[The End]

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