The Truck Driver's Curse

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At the crack of dawn, the truck station was almost deserted, save for a gray-haired bartender in old-fashioned clothes and the occasional sleepy-eyed driver who would waddle in for a coffee and a greasy breakfast.

Otherwise, the station was eerily quiet. Jim finished his coffee, intending to return 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 toward 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. Clearly, there was no chance in this life. He stopped and waited for the woman to walk away from the door. He figured it was 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 road conditions, unpredictable weather, slow traffic, and freezing nights awaited him. 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 pressed the "test mode" button on the control panel. He 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 bag 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 forgotten something? He checked—wallet…keys…phone, all there. He sat back down, trying to figure out 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 wouldn't do. He never really got along well with girls. Or, to be more precise, he and Meng had gotten along a little too "well." For both of them, it was better to keep the door closed. Finally, he rolled down the window a 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 of 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 spent his entire life trying 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 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? That would fulfill his long-held desire to end his life.

"Drive." She lowered the gun barrel, pressing it against his abdomen. The thought of a bullet tearing his internal organs apart was far more terrifying than a bullet to the face. A bullet to the stomach was a slow, agonizing 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 "click," 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 in silence for a few minutes, then mustered his courage and said, "This won't work, I need to shift gears." Trucks can actually shift automatically, but hopefully the woman didn't know that.

"Drive your car."

"Where are we going?"

"Just fucking drive!"

After driving in silence for a few more minutes, Jim hesitated in his mind about 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 trouble you're in, 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, responding with a forced smile.

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

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

"Shut up, drive your car."

The woman's reaction surprised him. Well… he hadn't used his power in a long time. It was easy to see he'd gotten a little rusty. He cleared his throat and tried again, raising his voice, "Unlock the handcuffs." "It's no use," she said curtly.

"What's no use?"

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

"You know about this curse?" he asked, shocked, 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 answers to the questions that had plagued him his entire miserable life. 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 both.

"Then, what is it?"

"Shut up…"

"No!" he yelled. "I've lived with this thing ever since I can remember! It ruined me! Now, tell me, what the fuck 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. "Fine. I guess it's alright to say it. It's not magic, but a biological process, 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?"

"Olanzapine... an atypical antipsychotic drug, it also works on the brain, counteracting the effects of your chemical."

"If I take 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 your power." "What way?"

"Death."

"Oh," he responded. The method was right there, but how difficult it was to do at the same time... How long would its effects last, olanzapine? She

paused for a moment, then responded in a much gentler voice: "Long enough. Get off at the next intersection."

"Why? How…?" Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, the truck abruptly slowing and sliding 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 in the distance 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 yelled, settling back into her seat.

"An accident," he said, gesturing towards the windshield.

She glanced at the traffic jam ahead, her eyes flashing in the light of the dashboard's glowing gauges.

"Damn," she cursed again.

**********

Jim was forced to play the content of the top 40 satellite radio stations. Well, not exactly forced, but when the woman's face clearly showed anger and her gun seemed ready to fire, whatever she said went. 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 attract the police's attention, but decided to proceed calmly. First, he didn't want to be shot in the stomach. Second

, he needed Lisa; she possessed the information he had sought his entire life. He tried several times to start a conversation, but the delays on the road made Lisa seem even more unfriendly and silent. The most he managed to do was ask 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 cacophony of the radio. Lisa kept tapping away at her phone, killing time. The gun was on her lap.

But because her right wrist was handcuffed to the steering wheel, Jim couldn't reach it even if he wanted to.

Finally, the accident scene was cleared, and traffic slowly resumed. He took the next exit as she had requested, only to find himself on a desolate rural road. The sun was bright, high in the sky. She finally spoke. "Right here, stop the truck," she whispered. He turned on his turn signal and pulled the truck over onto the soft shoulder. There was nothing around 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 are different. But I can't risk it. 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 break free from that curse. Ironically, just as new hope arrived, his death seemed to follow closely behind.

Jim felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his right temple. "Is that all? In broad daylight?

They'll catch you. How far can you get 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 pounding of his own heart. His right hand was still cuffed to the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension.

"This can't be!" Her shocked whisper made him open his eyes. She was sitting in the passenger seat, facing him, looking frozen, her whole body tense and motionless. Both her arms were outstretched, her right hand gripping the gun, her index finger on the trigger, her left hand supporting her right hand from below. Her large brown eyes gradually shifted from disbelief to fear. Jim quickly moved his head away from the gun, but she didn't move, remaining in that position. He understood.

The curse.

He told her to stop, and she stopped. A realization dawned on his eyes, while Lisa's fear 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 did as she was told, placing the gun in the side pocket of her backpack. "Okay, now sit back in your seat and 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 sit down," she said.

"Tell me, did you arrange for someone to come and 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 who's 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 is starting to look like things will change a bit.

**********

Two hours later, he picked up the goods, hauled them back onto Highway 401, and headed for Toronto. Lisa sat motionless and silent in her seat. Jim said nothing more; the feeling of using the cursed power, long forgotten, returned because of what happened that morning. Two forces had been 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 the cloudless blue sky, the familiar highway stretched out beneath his feet, and Steppenwolf's music filled the air, he began to relax.

"So, why do you want to kill me?" he asked, thinking it might be a suitable way to start a conversation. But she stared at the emptiness before her, silent. He smiled dejectedly. It had been so long since he had used the cursed power that he had forgotten the subtle differences. He corrected himself: "Tell me why you want to kill me." A direct command worked; a question did not.

“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 piecemeal conversation. What was this all about? But since she had tried to kill him before, he felt he had the right to know the answer to his question.

“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. Do I even need to say it? Even a toe can guess what will happen.” “That’s not fair.” He hadn’t expected her to answer his non-command question, but Lisa surprised him.

“Unfair? I’ve followed eight men like you. Eight men with that power. Every single one of them uses that power to enslave and exploit women. One of them is a pimp. Two run a strip club where the actresses are all ‘voluntary,’ working for free. One bastard marries rich women everywhere, gets the money, and then divorces them.” Lisa’s voice was filled with undisguised anger.

“But just because…”

“One guy is an agent in Hollywood, taking all the commissions from the actresses he represents. And another one 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 one scumbag who gets a bunch of underage girls pregnant?!” “That’s not me! I’ve never done anything like that!” “Just because you haven’t yet doesn’t mean you won’t. The price of trusting you is too high. That power will corrupt you.” She finished speaking and sighed deeply.

Jim could feel her anger and understand it, even though it was an unfair anger directed at him. "So you've killed eight people already?" "With a smile." Her voice was like a blade.

"I'll be the ninth, won't I?"

"Yes, you'll be the ninth. No matter what you've done to me, someone else will do the job." Jim remained silent for a long time, processing the information he had received, trying to find the best solution. He felt tormented, offended, and unjustly categorized as one of the bastards Lisa had described. But at the same time, he 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 about 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 was no other option. The silence lasted for a long hour, and Jim felt incredibly 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. It was 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 in silence, 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 area inside the truck. 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. Seemingly having browsed 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—why you called it a 'curse'," she said softly.

“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…no women at all? Thirty years?” She sounded quite skeptical.

“Not much men either.”

Lisa laughed sarcastically, her laughter full of surprise. Jim turned to look at her, her smile fading under his gaze, but her brow remained furrowed. “Impossible, right? 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, and he thought it best not to answer. So he pressed the AM radio button on the console, 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. After several quiet hours, they arrived at the edge of the Greater Toronto Area. Lisa became very restless, constantly shifting her position, stretching and curling up. This was affecting his driving too much, so Jim finally asked her if she could stay 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?”

“Let’s… let’s stop on the side of the road,” she said.

“No, you mean stop here? You’re crazy…” He stopped after saying only two words, glancing at her face. 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 come again.

“No! Listen, first… 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 lust 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 you’re like this. This isn’t right, I don’t want to force you…”

“Please, Jim~”

He tried to think of a way that could both alleviate her pain and satisfy his conscience. “Give me your olanzapine, then sit back in your seat and handcuff your hands to the seat so you can’t break free,” he said. Lisa rummaged through her bag, pulled out a pillbox, handed it to him, and sat back down to handcuff 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 languid laugh, licked his palm.

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

**********

The truck left the city, heading north, and half an hour passed in this quiet. Lisa looked out the passenger-side window and said quietly, "It felt terrifying, completely out of control, not even your body."

"I know how you felt then, believe me. At least olanzapine was working." "Yes, but taking another tablet so soon isn't good. The normal dosage is one tablet 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 there, and then we'll part ways."

"Jim…we're not over yet. There's only one possible end to this," 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, her gaze fixed on the passenger-side window. Finally, she spoke, her voice so soft that Jim had to strain 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 place. 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 gave us work every day. There were six of us then, but only four..." "A job. If you weren't chosen, you'd just lie on the cold stone floor of the basement, clinging to another woman for warmth, enduring the agony of not having his penis. So, every day we desperately begged for a job. We really begged, we begged him on our knees. He enjoyed seeing us like that, forcing us to do it. Then, the 'kitchen bitch' had to cook and clean; the 'house bitch' had to do housework and tidy the room; the 'toilet bitch'... needed to... be forced to..." She stopped, trembling, and it took her a long time to calm down. "The best job was the 'bedroom bitch.' You know what that involved without even guessing." She paused, then gave a miserable laugh.

“But I loved being that bedroom bitch, Jim. In those few times I was chosen, 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, over and over again. The ecstasy and relaxation were unimaginable. I’d never felt anything like that before or since. Even now, I dream about it when I sleep—dreams of how incredibly pleasurable 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 got free?”

"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 in Mississauga. 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 painful experience. “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 must be 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 from Leamington to Toronto together..."

"With the accumulation of that biochemical substance in my body, this kind of sexual arousal is inevitable. Only a small dose is needed for mind control, but this kind of sexual arousal requires a 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 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 you could go for a walk? Fresh air might..."

"Your biochemical substance has already deposited 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 without looking 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, a 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 than the thirst for air. Please!"

"There must be other options."

"Do 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 .

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 women… how had he kept himself away for thirty years?

“Please… put it in…” she begged.

Lost in his own thoughts, Jim reached down with his right hand, covering Lisa’s genitals, hot and wet, exuding a unique fragrance. His fingers gently caressed the slippery entrance, amazed at how soft and tender her honeypot was. Her fragrance was so sweet, he greedily inhaled it.

“Oh… so good~~~~~~” she sighed, opening her knees wider, trying to meet his fingers. He found the entrance to her honeypot slowly swallowing his index finger. His finger 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 question, he unconsciously leaned forward, kneeling before her, his erect cock pressing against her, meeting her wet, slippery honeypot. He gently pushed, and almost instantly it was sucked in. He was inside, inside 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 was still thinking about maintaining self-control, about keeping his job. But Lisa clearly had other ideas, moving eagerly back and forth, her smooth, 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 deep thrust he made into the girl's body. Then, the whole world seemed to lose its color, immersed in blissful 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 to 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 her when a woman, powerless to resist, couldn't say no.

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

He withdrew from Lisa's body, abruptly pulled up his pants, and stood up. He tried to think of some excuse for his mistake, but nothing came to mind. He sat silently in his seat, started the car, and drove back onto Highway 11.

**********

"We don't yet 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 about your situation.” She used the wet wipes and tissues in the car to clean herself as thoroughly as possible before sitting back down. The process wasn’t very smooth because of the handcuffs. Jim remained silent for half an hour, with a childlike sullenness.

“Us?”

“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, transportation, or whatever.”

“Ah,” he dismissed the question in his mind; it didn’t matter anymore, it didn’t matter to him, and soon it 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 visibly tense. 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 box. “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 box open, the gun being pulled out, then a long pause.

“I asked you to do this, Jim, I needed you to do this. There was no better choice.” Her voice was gentle, but unquestionable.

“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.

“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 is a good place, just like anywhere else.”

“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 seat, 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 indeed much stronger than them. You abandoned your family. You denied yourself for thirty years instead of indulging in that power. And now… you are prepared to choose death to protect me… even after I try to kill you, and will try to kill you again.” “My power is not enough, the curse is too strong,” he shrugged helplessly.

“That’s the worst part! If it weren’t for my intervention, you would have done very well. If it weren’t for me…”

“Anyway, I’m prepared to end my life within a year. I’m tired of spending my days running around in the car. I’ve made some plans for myself, but I 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 before finally turning to look at the windshield. "You know, we should finish it outside. There's no need to ruin such a nice 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 anymore."

"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…about five hours' drive from where we first met? 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 little while. 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 will keep the lust under control."

"Hope?"

“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 into 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 her languid steps.

"Then why?"

"This is your last night on earth. I promise it's 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," he sighed softly.

Lisa smiled warmly and touched 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 remember the soft, warm touch of those peach-like buttocks under his hands. His penis was hard as iron again, 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 brought that foot to her mouth, and then pressed a soft, hot kiss on it. She kissed his big toe. As her tongue licked his toes, her eyes never left his. The other four toes received the same care. Finally, she gently kissed his arch and placed his right foot back on the floor. Then, his left foot received the same tenderness. She ran her fingertips along his ankle up to his crotch, then slowly back down. The delicate caresses were unhurried, their eyes locked on each other. He couldn't help but groan, his penis growing even harder.

A part of him wanted to ask where she had learned this way of pleasing men, but he knew he didn't want the answer. So he let go of his thoughts, focusing on enjoying the sensory stimulation. It

didn't matter anymore. Lisa placed her hands on his hips, her damp hair slowly tracing his stomach and penis. She leaned down, ensuring her hot tongue could remain in his eyes as it slid from the base of his pubic bone to the glans and back down. Jim took a deep breath:

"Ah... I'm afraid I can't control myself very well," he said, then gasped as she gently kissed his glans from the base once more.

Lisa gently parted her lips, slowly taking most of his penis into her mouth, then slowly sucking and pulling away, once again gazing intently into Jim's eyes. "Focus on catching up, don't worry about losing control. If you climax quickly, I'll start over~" She gave him a wicked smile. She gave his penis a long, patient lick, then took it all into her mouth. He felt Lisa's little tongue playfully sliding along his penis, between the coronal sulcus and the urethral opening. She seemed to be deliberately in no hurry, as if she herself was fully enjoying and savoring his sensations. What was most arousing was that throughout the entire process, Lisa's gentle gaze remained fixed on his eyes. "You look... really..." He tried to say something, but found his mind hazy, unable to organize his thoughts. Then, his words turned into uncontrollable moans.

"You have a very handsome little brother. And the idea of keeping him for me makes him look even cuter~"

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

Lisa stopped at his words, her face showing surprise at first, then a sad smile. She whispered something, then turned her attention back to Jim's erect penis. After skillfully performing oral sex on Jim for another minute, she stepped back, perhaps sensing that he was about to ejaculate. Lisa knelt at his feet again, her hair brushing against Jim's skin. Then, she climbed up a little, kissing his belly, her fingers gently stroking the hair on Jim's chest. Lisa's lips rhythmically licked the ticklish skin above Jim's buttocks, her hands warm and soft, her palms rhythmically stroking his body along his ribs. With Lisa's kisses, Jim reached down and ran his hands through her hair, enjoying the cool, wet feeling 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 each other. 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 again, 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 again.

"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 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.

“You’re not human at all!”

“Humanity has never been his strong suit.”

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

“I’ve made sure he’s more than just flawed.”

“Is he the first person 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 thinking about getting pregnant, you sweetheart~” she whispered.

“Uh… I’m too old to have children anymore,” he said self-deprecatingly.

“Really? 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 the previous 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; he could barely see her silhouette.

"I've waited as long as I could, but… give it to me now, please?" The curse was raging within her again. He knew it from her trembling voice. Her hands under the covers were urgently caressing his genitals, helping him to quickly achieve an erection.

"Lisa, this isn't…"

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

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, the blankets kicked off, 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 nipple, kneading it forcefully, enjoying the pleasurable moans escaping her throat. With each thrust, he moved his hips in sync, then thrust into that tight paradise with all his might. He felt his pleasure rapidly escalating, with no intention of holding back. A moment later, he roared and released all his essence inside her. Both of them, sweating profusely, collapsed onto the bed. Lisa held him, slowly calming her breathing with him. "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 exhausted."

[The End]

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