Poor Fang

That night, a gentle breeze blew, the bright moon hung in the sky, and the shadows of the trees swayed. Qiaofang, as usual, dragged her tired body back to her rented room after work. She quickly made some noodles and ate them. After washing off the sweat, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In her hazy sleep, she didn't know how long she slept, but she seemed to hear noises inside. Qiaofang was too sleepy to pay attention. After a while, Qiaofang felt as if she had a wet dream. This wasn't the first time she'd had such a dream. Countless times, in the dead of night, she would relive that childhood dream of a wild time in the woodshed, her dreams filled with the little man she loved so passionately. It had been two or three years since she'd seen her beloved Xiaofeng, and perhaps she would never see him again. They could only meet occasionally in her dreams. She seemed to have become addicted to these dreams; each time she woke up, she would find her underwear wet.

This time, Qiaofang felt as if she were back home, lying on her own small bed. Xiaofeng, impatient, jumped over from the other bed. Half-asleep, she felt Xiaofeng reach for her underwear, so she obediently lifted her buttocks slightly, parting her legs a little. Soon, she felt an itch in her vagina, and her body couldn't help but slowly twist. She unconsciously hummed softly, "Mmm...mmm..." A moment later, Qiaofang suddenly felt a swelling in her lower body; a hard object was inserted deep into her vagina. She felt a burning pain.

Qiaofang suddenly woke up with a start. The pain was too real, too intense, completely unlike anything she had experienced in a dream. Besides, her Xiaofeng wouldn't be so rough with her. Qiaofang opened her eyes in terror. In the dim light coming through the window, she vaguely saw a disheveled, unshaven man pressing between her legs, her vagina filled with a hard object. The man pressed her tightly against the bed. Qiaofang tried to pull back, but couldn't move an inch.

She opened her mouth to scream, but a large hand reached out and covered her mouth. Then, a dagger-like weapon was plunged into the bed beside her head, the sound indicating it had pierced the thin sheet deeply. A harsh voice followed: "Don't move," a low, hoarse voice that sounded like someone in their thirties or forties.

Qiaofang was startled; the words she was about to say were swallowed back down, her body trembling slightly. The man continued, "Behave yourself, let me have my way with you. I won't hurt you. If you dare scream, don't blame me for being ruthless." He pulled the dagger from the bedside table, twisted his wrist, and held it close to his hand. Seeing Qiaofang frozen in shock, he slowly released his left hand from her mouth, slightly raising it. Seeing that Qiaofang remained silent, he straightened up. With his hands braced under Qiaofang's arms, gripping the hilt of the dagger, he slowly began to thrust his hips.

He uttered lewd words, attempting to seduce Qiaofang: "Hehe, little girl, not very old, but these breasts are quite large, I like them," he smacked his lips, praising them repeatedly. One of his dirty hands, through her thin nightgown, forcefully squeezed Qiaofang's breast, showing no mercy. Qiaofang cried out in pain, her body contorting, her brow furrowing. Seeing this, the man became even more excited, chuckling wickedly, and squeezed again, seemingly enjoying Qiaofang's pained and contorted expression. Qiaofang was in excruciating pain, tears streaming from her eyes, but under the man's lewd power, she dared not cry out.

The man played with her for a while, then thrust his hips down, moving wildly and frantically, almost like a madman. His movements were extremely rough, and he didn't care whether Qiaofang was in pain. He seemed unwilling to waste any more time, his movements incredibly fast. After penetrating Qiaofang's vagina, he began a frenzied, relentless thrusting without a moment's rest. With a low growl, after a series of rapid thrusts, his body shuddered, and he ejaculated.

Qiaofang was already terrified, like a corpse. She felt excruciating pain all over her body, yet seemed oblivious, frozen in place. She couldn't even remember what the man had said before leaving, or when he had gone. She just stood there, frozen. Only after he had been gone for some time did she come to her senses, cowering at the head of the bed, trembling. She didn't even know to close the slightly ajar door. She remained cowering there until dawn, silently shedding tears, not daring to cry out loud.

The sounds of pedestrians gradually filled the air outside. Qiaofang slowly regained some strength from her shock and struggled to close the slightly ajar door. The tearing sensation in her lower body as she moved brought tears to her eyes again. Closing the door, she turned around and noticed two footprints on the wall below the window. She realized the person had entered through the window. She wondered how he had crossed the stream to reach the window. Although the stream wasn't deep, wading in the dark was never safe. It seemed the person had been planning this for a while. She couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, so he must have been a local villager, extremely familiar with the stream.

Qiaofang closed the door and huddled back on the bed. She didn't sleep all night. As dawn broke, her fear subsided, and she drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by a nightmare around eight o'clock. Remembering she had to go to work that day, and the lingering pain in her lower body, she froze, tears welling up again.

Alone and alone in a strange place, she had no idea how to handle this situation. She feared two things: first, that if word got out, the people at the factory would laugh at her, and even if they didn't laugh to her face, she didn't know how to face them; second, she feared it would reach her family, making her even more disgraced. She didn't dare report it to the police, and in this unfamiliar place, she didn't know who to turn to for help.

After much thought, she didn't know what to do. When it was time to go to work, remembering the many tasks assigned the day before, she didn't eat, quickly washed and dressed, and, suppressing her grievances, obediently went to work on time. Faced with such a situation, she didn't even have the courage to ask for leave or skip work. The whole day passed in a daze, unsure of what to do. She made several mistakes at work and was scolded a few times, but she endured it without crying. Her heart was filled with endless grievances, and she finally made it to the end of the day. Hungry, she returned to her small room. On the way home, she felt a slight fear. She truly didn't want to return to that place of heartbreak.

She closed the door, glanced at the two footprints on the wall, and tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly walked to the window, ignoring the sweltering summer heat, and tightly shut it. Still not reassured, she piled a jumble of odds and ends on the windowsill, almost blocking half the window. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. That night, she still felt lingering fear. She left the light on all night, didn't even take off her clothes, and slept curled up in a sweat until late at night before finally falling asleep.

After a few days, the man stopped coming, and Qiaofang's vigilance gradually relaxed. Although she was heartbroken, she pretended nothing was wrong during the day, going to work and back as usual, trying her best not to think about that night. In the days that followed, Qiaofang lived like a walking corpse, in a daze. She rarely spoke to anyone at work, and after work, she went nowhere, eating and sleeping. A dozen days later, Qiaofang suddenly realized that her period was late, and after calculating the days, it was already two or three days past its appointed time. Panic began to creep in. Another week passed, but still no sign of pregnancy. After these agonizing days, Qiaofang had a pretty good idea of what the outcome would be, and surprisingly, she calmed down. She took a day off and lingered outside a pharmacy for a long time before finally steeling herself and buying a pregnancy test. She took the test and, sure enough, found two lines – one dark line and one faint line. Although she had been somewhat prepared, seeing the result still sent a shock through her; she couldn't believe it was true. A sudden outburst of pent-up frustration erupted. She burst into loud, unrestrained sobs, her legs giving way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, burying her face in her hands and weeping bitterly for a long time. After

crying for a while, Qiaofang was exhausted. The tears had released some of the pent-up frustration she had accumulated over the past few days. Knowing that things had come to this, she could only try her best to salvage the situation. After much thought, she realized that there were too many acquaintances at the factory, and staying there too long would likely lead to discovery. She resolved to keep this a secret forever.

Her resolve seemed to solidify and mature considerably in that instant. Her actions became surprisingly decisive. The next day, Qiaofang went to the factory manager and resigned. As usual, she wouldn't receive her salary for that month, but she didn't care. After resigning, she first went to the market and bought some nutritional supplements to keep at home. The following day, she went to a relatively large hospital to have an abortion. The pain was something Qiaofang never wanted to relive. She recuperated alone for almost half a month. Normally, she was exhausted from work, but now that she had free time, she felt a little anxious. Seeing that she had recovered sufficiently, she found a new job at a nearby factory and stayed there.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Qiaofang changed jobs twice, mostly in similar electronics factories. For three years, she only reported good news to her family, silently swallowing the hardships of working alone. The experience of being alone far from home had matured her considerably; she was no longer the naive and innocent girl she once was.

Time can make people forget many things. Her first, innocent love from childhood, though nostalgic, seemed to her slowly fading away. In those days, cell phones and the internet weren't widespread, and even landlines were rare in a village. Prolonged separation meant people gradually forgot each other. It was as if it were just a beautiful dream; upon waking, the once vivid dream became blurred as if it had never existed. No matter how hard you tried to recall it, you couldn't grasp a trace, leaving only a beautiful impression. How beautiful it was, however, was impossible to remember. The unfulfilled desire only left a sense of melancholy and loss.

[The End]

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