Yin Xiamo: The Days I Was Abducted

Yin Xiamo: The Days I Was Abducted

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Foreword: Nothing to do during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I wanted to write a masturbation story. Barbie Hsu is one of my favorite actresses.
Although she played Yin Xiamo recently, she wasn't tall and looked a bit old, but I really liked that kind of charm. She's one of my
fantasies . It took me four hours to write over 8,000 words in one go, and I've finished writing the [Full Text] and also released my pent-up desire. I have to thank the Wolf Network
for its influence and cultivation, which has given me the extraordinary ability to write erotic stories. I reiterate that this is my masturbation
story. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

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I came from the countryside and buried myself in my studies in the ivory tower for four years.

I know I might be good-looking. I'm 1.65 meters tall, with naturally curly, slightly brown hair, fair
skin , and slightly sunken eyes with soft, willow-like eyelids. Several boys in my class seem to be completely
captivated by me.

However, that's not my goal; beauty is insignificant to me. My biggest ambition is to
earn a good job after graduation through knowledge and hard work, so that my parents and younger brother, who live far away in the countryside, can have a decent life.

22 years ago, my mother gave birth to me prematurely and named me "Yin Xiamo": born in summer, almost
gone like a bubble.

Later, I often thought how much better it would have been if I hadn't been born then; at least I could have escaped the calamity that fate had created for me 22 years later
.

(II)

I graduated and needed to find a job. I went to the job market, and it seemed that many companies were interested in me,
but upon closer inspection, the positions were nothing more than hostesses in restaurants. I don't care about that kind of job. What I want is an
opportunity that can provide me and my family with continuous security. Since I don't value my looks, relying on my youth is definitely not my
best choice.

While waiting for responses from several companies, I planned to go back to my hometown to visit my parents. As I got on the bus,
a . When I struggled to carry my luggage to his side
, he politely stood up and helped me put it inside. After sitting down, he generously handed me a wet
wipe. After I wiped my hands, he asked if I was studying or working. I said I had just graduated from university and was looking for a job. He
then asked what I studied in university, and I said Russian. He was surprised and then enthusiastically chatted with me
about doing trade in Russia, even speaking a few sentences in Russian. We had a very pleasant conversation. When the bus arrived in Suining, he handed me
a business card, saying he worked in the human resources department of a company trading with Russia and was recruiting someone fluent
in Russian . He thought I was a good fit and hoped I would contact him. His surname was Wang, so I called him Brother Wang. We
agreed to return together three days later, and he would take me to visit his company.

(III)

When I got home, my parents asked about my job situation
. I briefly mentioned that I might go to Northeast China, perhaps to work for a trading company dealing with Russia. My parents were very happy to hear this. That night, my mother had a lot of private conversations with me. I secretly
vowed that if I could stay at that company, I would work hard, starting as a contract worker, and then, in three to five years, start my own business
and earn more money. Three days later, Brother Wang took me with him as promised, and we headed to Northeast China to inspect the
trading company. After traveling for several days, I started to experience acclimatization issues and developed a fever. Brother Wang treated me
with great care , and I couldn't help but feel grateful to have met such a good person. I was in a daze, and I don't know how many times I changed trains.

Trusting Brother Wang's guidance, I watched the scenery outside grow increasingly unfamiliar, and the road became more and more remote. I
grew a little confused and couldn't help but ask Brother Wang, who kindly replied, "We're almost there, almost there. Everyone from the company
is at the station, we're here." Finally, we got off the bus, where a tall, robust, and handsome middle-aged man met
us and arranged a hotel. Brother Wang gave me a fever reducer, and I drifted off to sleep.

(IV)

When I woke up, I found myself lying on an unfamiliar earthen bed. Beside me sat a middle-aged
woman . Seeing me awake, she hurriedly called out, "Dad, she's awake! Quickly call Gouwa over
to check on her!" The first person to enter was the same handsome middle-aged man who had met me at the station. Following him
was a short man, about half his height, with a wrinkled, dark red face, huddled together. The long-faced woman excitedly
shoved the short man, "Go see your wife!" I stared at this scene in astonishment, wondering if it was just my imagination due to my lingering
fever . A short man with a limp walked over, sat on the kang (a heated brick bed),
looked at , and turned to the woman with the long face, saying, "Mother, is this my wife? She's so beautiful!"
Even if I were naive and foolish, at that moment I understood: I had been sold!

(V)

I had been sitting on the kang numbly for two days, neither eating nor drinking. Gouwa had come to look at me many times, and I had
chased him away each time. Gouwa's legs were weak, and every time I chased him away, he
would flee in panic like a hyena stealing food. Finally, I collapsed again. The woman with the long face brought over a bowl of thin porridge, and with tears streaming down her face, she forced me to drink it spoonful by spoonful
. Her tears made me even more resentful. In the woman's sobs, I understood: Gouwa was born disabled,
unable to marry, and his only son and grandson would die out. I also understood that Brother Wang had earned the 70,000 yuan that this family had saved through
frugality . I suddenly realized that I needed to eat, and I needed to escape. After drinking a large
bowl of porridge brought by the long-faced man, I felt stronger. I said to him, "Go get me a basin of water to wash up." Watching
him run out excitedly, I jumped out of bed, opened the door, and rushed out like lightning. As I rushed out the door, I
unexpectedly crashed into a thick wall with a "bang": a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes blocked my way. He frowned
at me, and without saying a word, he twisted my hands behind my back, pushed me into the room, and "clicked" the lock.

(VI)

In the middle of the night, the door lock clicked a few times. By the moonlight, I saw a short, sleazy figure slip in.

I sneered: "Looks like a dwarf, yet he dares to plot against me." I kicked Gouwa out a few times, moved a
cabinet to block the door, and, too tired, fell asleep. The next day, the cabinet was moved out by the long-faced man. At night,
Gouwa slipped in again, this time with a rope. I punched and kicked him out again. After a while, the door opened. The dog...
The woman came in first, and she said to me apologetically, "Girl, now that we've bought you, you belong to my Gouwa
.

Our Gouwa needs a wife, and our Shen family needs to continue its lineage. As long as you sincerely stay with Gouwa, we won't
mistreat you." I sat in the corner of the kang (heated brick bed), glancing at her out of the corner of my eye, and gritted my teeth as I spat out a hateful word: "Get out.
" The woman's face hardened, and she suddenly shouted outside, "His father!" A man with sharp eyebrows and a gloomy expression flashed in, and
the woman urgently shouted, "Quickly, hold him down!" I immediately understood what this family wanted to do, and I jumped up from
the kang . However, the woman pounced on me like a hungry dog, firmly pinning me to the corner of the kang. I kicked and struggled,
and the woman screamed in alarm, "His father, Gouwa, attack him together!" "Dogwa's father rushed up and pinned my hands behind
my back . This burly man's jaw gripped the top of my head tightly, rendering my struggles futile.

(VII)

Dogwa entered the scene like a hyena. Dogwa's mother sat on my stomach, her two hands, accustomed to farm work
, tightly controlling my legs. I used all my strength but couldn't kick Dogwa even once. "Dogwa, take it off,
take it off!" Dogwa was stunned by this. Suddenly, his face flushed red, he rushed up and
slapped me hard across the face. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't imagine this scene happening to me.

My hair was already disheveled, and my teeth bit down hard on the fat flesh of Dogwa's mother's back. She
screamed in pain but became even more determined. Soon, my pants were pulled down, leaving me only in my white underwear. I began
to wail , "Please, please let me go! I'll pay you back! I'll pay you back!" This cursed family
of three didn't let up. Gouwa pulled down his pants, revealing his underdeveloped penis, which lay limply between
his legs like a burnt corncob. I bit my lip until it bled. I couldn't imagine being
raped by this hyena-like dwarf. My body was stretched to its limit; I was using all my strength to protect my
virginity and purity. However, my underwear was still pulled down. I saw my long, white legs being
tightly spread apart by the long face. My thighs couldn't move, and my feet were kicking weakly in the air, holding onto my last line of
defense.

Gouwa was excited; his ugly, dark red face gleamed with oil. He had received immense encouragement from his parents.
Gouwa lunged forward, pouncing between my legs. I was desperate. I screamed for help at the top of my lungs, hoping someone
outside would hear me and come to my rescue. I felt Gouwa's father stiffen behind me. He used one hand to restrain my
upper body and quickly covered my mouth with the other.

(VIII)

I was desperate; I wanted to die. I stuck out my tongue, wanting to bite down. Gouwa's father noticed
my attempt and shoved his fist into my mouth. His huge fist pushed against my oral cavity, and I felt like my cheeks
were going to burst. Gouwa was still thrusting into me, his soft penis colliding with my body, cold and icy,
like . I felt like vomiting. I used all my strength and collapsed. Gouwa was covered in sweat. He looked at
his mother pleadingly, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, Gouwa's mother turned to her husband and said, "Father, come and help the child."

Gouwa's father froze. The hands that were tied behind my back suddenly loosened. He stammered and refused, "This won't
do. The child has to do this himself." Gouwa's mother said angrily, "You show the child how it's done."
Gouwa's father paused for a moment, then grabbed a rope and tied my upper body up. I pulled away, and standing
between my legs was Dogwa's father's towering figure. Dogwa's father sighed, pulled Dogwa aside, and said to me,
"Girl, my son and I can't be unfilial. Dogwa has never done this before, I'll teach him."

(IX)

I stared in disbelief at the scene before me. What were they trying to do? However, the struggle and binding had exhausted
all my strength. I looked at the father and son with tears streaming down my face, screaming frantically, "No, no, you can't
do this !" As soon as I finished speaking, Dogwa's father pounced between my legs. He lowered his head, and
under the gaze of Dogwa's mother and Dogwa, his thick lips covered my genitals.

A soft, warm little snake roamed in my genitals, and I was filled with extreme shame. I felt the little snake powerfully
licking from bottom to top, penetrating my entire labia. I heard a "tsk tsk" sucking sound as the head of the little snake slowly
squeezed into my genitals. It was getting hotter and hotter. The little snake started moving inside, writhing and twisting. A few strands
of my pubic hair were pulled, causing a slight pain. My consciousness began to fade, and tears streamed down my face.
The little snake burrowed deeper, and then, a sensitive spot above my genitals was suddenly
pressed down . Dog-wa's father was stroking my clitoris with his nose. I heard Dog-wa's mother's rapid breathing on top of me, and I
heard Dog-wa's urgent calls from the side. The little snake slithered outside and began to lick heavily, each
lick pressing down on my clitoris. I felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, itchy and stinging.

I writhed restlessly, desperately trying to throw Dog-wa's mother off me. Suddenly,
Dog-wa's mother lifted my legs higher: "Daddy, lick down there too." Dog-wa's mother's voice was panting, her body twisting incessantly on my
abdomen . The little snake moved down below, pressing against my anus. My whole body tensed, and I couldn't help
but cry out, "Ah! "

"Dad, that's enough, that's enough, let Gouwa do it." The long-faced man cried out in alarm. The little snake didn't stop,
it continued to move upwards, and inserted itself into my vagina again. This time, it rammed even more violently, as if trying to
burrow its whole body inside. The little snake became hot inside my vagina, so hot that I couldn't help but want to curl my legs up. I tightened
my thigh muscles and clamped the head buried between my legs. I felt all the muscles in my body tense up, and the inner walls of my vagina
began to churn with the little snake. I felt my head was throbbing with blood, and I was about to faint. I wanted to push the little snake out. I lifted
my hips and kept twisting and thrusting forward, but the little snake was not thrown out. Instead, it cooperated with my twisting and thrusting,
stretching and attacking again and again. In a daze, I felt a hand pressing on my most sensitive spot and rubbing it incessantly. In an instant,
my soul seemed to fly to the sky. I really fainted!

(X)

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright. The scene of last night was like a dream. Looking at myself, I was dressed
neatly , except that I had changed my underwear into a pair of baggy floral pants. I sat there blankly in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), unable to tell which was the dream.
Which is reality? The door creaked open, and Gouwa's mother came in carrying a bowl of noodles. She sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) looking at me and
suddenly said, "Girl, Gouwa didn't get what he wanted last night, and you've suffered." Suddenly, tears streamed down my face. I got
up and knelt before Gouwa's mother: "Auntie, please have mercy and let me go. If you had a daughter, could you bear to see her
treated like this?" Gouwa's mother was silent for a long time before saying, "Girl, if you leave an heir for the Shen family, we'll
let you go, okay?" I thought of running away again.

(XI)

For several days, I ate and slept obediently, and sometimes even talked to Gouwa's mother. Gouwa thought I
had resigned myself to my fate and gradually lowered his guard, no longer locking the door. One day, while Gouwa's mother was working in the fields, I
took out my bag. My money and ID card were gone. I found fifty yuan in a hidden compartment and ran away.

I didn't know the way, so I just ran wildly along the farm road. That day, Lady Luck seemed to smile upon me. I
managed to catch a tractor and, after asking around, arrived at the town's bus station. I jumped onto the first tractor,
not caring where it was going; I just wanted to get away from this godforsaken place. Just as the tractor reached the station entrance, a group of people suddenly
surrounded it. Leading the group was none other than Gouwa's mother.

(XII)

I was captured and locked up again. I began my hunger strike again.

(XIII)

In the evening, Gouwa's father appeared. This middle-aged man with striking features, a square face, a straight
nose , and a sturdy build. I looked up helplessly at this man who seemed to have appeared in my dreams. Gouwa's
father stood on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) and looked at me for a long time. Suddenly, in a hoarse voice, he advised, "Girl, it's better to live than to die. Only by living
will you know that there are good days ahead!" I lowered my head, tears streaming down my face. The man sighed, sat down
on the kang (a heated brick bed), and suddenly reached out to ruffle my hair. "What happened that night, blame me. Gouwa can't get a wife, and
our whole family can't hold our heads high in the village. From now on, I won't do anything to make things difficult for you." I looked up
at the middle-aged man through teary eyes. How could such a heroic man have a despicable son
? Was the terrifying spasms that kept appearing in my dreams caused by this man? The man's hand froze on my head
. Suddenly, he pulled me close and hugged me tightly. I felt extremely weak, as if my whole body
was being baked in a scorching furnace, and suddenly felt an indescribable warmth and comfort. My tears flowed incessantly,
but my body involuntarily pressed itself against that warmth. The little snake from my dream came again, first licking
my eyes, then my nose, and then crawling into my ear canal. My whole body went limp, and I even
heard . I was utterly astonished and ashamed, staring at myself in disbelief. Was this really me?
Did I make such a sound in front of the person who humiliated me? Before I could even process what was happening, the little snake suddenly pressed against
my lips. I cried out in surprise, and the snake took the opportunity to slip inside. The little snake was so warm and thick, swirling around my
tongue and licking my gums. I had never tasted anything like it. I remembered my first kiss with a boy, his cold,
thin tongue pushing me away as soon as it entered my mouth. But this little snake was so domineering, so determined,
slowly gliding in and conquering me. My tongue was taken by the snake, swirling together, and my soul
seemed to have flown off somewhere else. Yet, I found my hands slowly wrapping around the back of that iron tower.

(XIV)

Gouwa's mother came in and saw what was happening. Gouwa's mother walked out without saying a word, closing and locking the door behind
her. I felt the room was as hot as midsummer, the kang (heated brick bed) so hot that my lower body was melting into water. The man swept me up and placed me
on the kang (a heated brick bed), staring into my eyes. Suddenly, he asked, "Girl, what's your name?" I murmured,
"Xia Mo." The man buried his head in my chest, rubbing against my breasts. He
unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time with his mouth, then lifted my bodice with his mouth. He cupped my breasts in his hands and sucked deeply. I felt a burning, stinging pain in my
lower body . I squirmed restlessly, and images from my dream flashed through my mind.

The little snake writhed wildly, and I felt that soul-stirring, bone-melting dizziness. My breasts swelled, and my nipples ached from being
sucked. I pressed the man's head firmly against my chest, a mixture of pleasure and pain surging within me. The man's breathing
grew more rapid, his eyes red, pressing against my chest until he almost suffocated. I smelled
a scent like wormwood emanating from my body, a scent that filled the air. The man had gone mad!

(15)

My first time was with the man who bought me to be his son's wife. The man
sucked straight down from my breasts, his sucking and biting sending a tingling sensation through my skin. That hallucination came again; my
vagina tightened, a sharp pain shot through me, and I groaned, unconsciously pressing the man's head down until I felt
the little snake burrow back into my vagina, feeling it thrashing inside. What was this feeling? Why was my
blood surging , why was I so dizzy I felt like I was going crazy? My clitoris was constantly being teased by the little snake and the man's nose; I felt
it swelling, engorged with blood, and I felt it strongly implying, "I want it!"
I don't know why those two words jumped out of the hallucination and escaped my lips. The man didn't stop; his hands parted my thighs, his
fingers pried open my labia, the little snake disappeared, and in its place, something harder, more powerful, more
stimulating, burrowed in. A series of rapid thrusts made me cry out. My body arched back, and the hard thing grew thicker
and stronger, thrusting faster. The man grabbed my protruding breasts with one hand and rubbed them incessantly.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, gritting his teeth close to my ear, and said, "If you yell 'I want it again, I'll take
you for Gouwa!" Gouwa, that lewd man. My blood ran cold, and my body relaxed. I regained
my senses and suddenly remembered that I was a trafficked person. I bit down hard on his shoulder, biting harder and harder
until blood filled my mouth.

(Sixteen)

The man remained motionless, letting me bite him. Suddenly, he let out a long cry,
flipped me over onto the bed, pinned my hands down, and quickly pulled down my pants, which were already down to my knees. I
snapped back to reality and began to struggle desperately. The man held me down with both hands. I knelt, face down, sprawled on the bed,
my genitals raised high. The man's large mouth immediately took my genitals into his mouth again. He licked them little by little...
My vagina, my anus, I melted little by little, my stiff body slowly softening. He took off his
pants , turned me over, and I felt in horror that a huge, hard thing was pressed against my genitals,
so hot, so burning, as if it were going to cook me. I screamed, shouting "No!", but the sound was blocked in my throat by
the little snake . The man licked my lips and whispered, "Xia Mo, I'll be gentle!" Then,
the huge object went in, harder and hotter, and at the moment it struggled to break through,
I screamed in agony, "Ah!!"

(Seventeen) I felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help but fall into a love for this game. It was as if the energy that was originally dormant in

my body was waiting to be awakened. When I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed, all the turbidity swept away. I looked at the machine in the room, and there was a magical light flowing between my eyebrows and eyes, and my fair skin also had a strange glow. Thinking of the several nights of intercourse, and the frenzied madness that followed the pain , my heart pounded like a deer. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(18) 　　On the third night, Dog Boy's father came. He gently closed the door, came up and embraced me, giving me a passionate kiss without saying a word. 　　Hair, eyes, nose, mouth, breasts, and finally, his big mouth took my labia in his mouth. I was no longer naive, no longer ignorant; every cell in my body craved his sucking, his penetration. 　　I became excited, my vagina became wet, and I felt the love juice slowly moistening the still slightly swollen inner walls. I spread my legs wide, wholeheartedly accepting every inch of his licking. I was dizzy and disoriented again, with only one thought in my mind: I want him, I want him to penetrate me. 　　The moment came, something was inserted into my vagina, my excited cells were stimulated, and my body struggled to rise to receive the penetration. It came, a little like a test, little by little, very carefully. My inner walls began to writhe , craving this envelopment to be bigger and harder. However, the object probed at the vaginal opening for a moment, then withdrew . I became suspicious, but I felt the large hand caressing my chest was still so strong, and the fingers lingering on my clitoris were still so alluring. I stretched out my hands, pressed my buttocks between my legs, and tried to push in, but suddenly, I felt the muscles I was pressing were so soft, and the skin so cold. I opened my hazy eyes and saw Gouwa and his father in front of me. Gouwa's father was rubbing my breasts and my clitoris, while Gouwa was helplessly trying to penetrate my forbidden territory again and again. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(19) 　　I became clear-headed and understood what kind of role I was in the end. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(20) 　　I was pregnant, not with Gouwa's daughter, but with Gouwa's sister. Gouwa's father and mother took care of , while Gouwa was sent to work in an oil press. In winter, I gave birth to a girl. The man silently took care of me during my postpartum period and did not touch me. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(21) 　　As I spent more and more time in this place, Gouwa's mother remained wary of me, fearing I would escape. Every time I asked someone to take a letter out, it was secretly given to Gouwa's mother. The town's postman was also bribed; whenever he saw a letter I had sent out, he would secretly give it to Gouwa's mother. Several children in the village who couldn't afford to go to school came to my home, and I taught them to read and write every day since I had nothing else to do. Finally, I took a liking to a clever little boy named Wu Xiaoqing. I wrote a letter and asked him to mail it to another town. Wu Xiaoqing became the one for this mission, and my withered heart began . 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(22) 　　Half a year after giving birth, my body often began to feel hot. Lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), I sometimes could n't help but gently stroke my genitals, slowly kneading the sensitive spot that made me feel like I was ascending to heaven in my fantasies. Gouwa's father was under control and could not easily enter my room. Next door, I often heard the "bang bang" sounds of Gouwa's parents colliding, and I could hear Gouwa's mother's pitiful groans. At this time, I would gently rub my clitoris, fantasizing about those few times of soul- stirring penetration, sometimes even reaching heaven. I often couldn't control my moans; the moans of a young woman already had a unique melodiousness and stickiness. I could feel that whenever my moans rang out, 　　the "bang bang" of the impact next door would suddenly increase, and Gouwa's father would let out a hateful low growl. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(Twenty-three) 　　Half a month after the letter was sent, the police came. On the day of the evidence collection, the villagers all guarded Gouwa's house, surrounding the police car, determined not to let the police take me away. The police asked me if I wanted to leave, and I said yes with tears in my eyes, but asked for some time to do some work. In the evening, the police went to town to rest, and the villagers also dispersed. I boiled hot water and carefully washed myself. Gouwa's father stared at me blankly, with indescribable melancholy. Gouwa's mother kept muttering, "Seventy thousand yuan, not even used a few times, and it's all gone." That night, Gouwa's mother slept next door with her daughter, while I tossed and turned on the kang (heated brick bed). At night, as I had hoped, the door opened. A man's towering silhouette appeared before the kang (a heated brick bed). Without a word, without a moment's hesitation, we mingled together like parched seedlings in a long drought, burning like a raging fire. My vagina seemed to burst forth a floodgate, gushing forth under his sucking. He sucked frantically with all his might, afraid of missing a single spot, a single drop. A frenzy swept over me, and I knew that perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after, I would leave. This madness, this excitement, was merely to leave something to look forward to in the future. This strong valiant Northeastern farmer, his hardness, his thrusts—everything about him filled me with ecstasy, everything about him made me yearn for him. 　　Again and again, I thrust my hips forward, offering him deeper and more powerful suction. His penis grew harder , his thrusts more and more forceful. The man used all his strength to complete our union that night. I didn't care about anything else; I screamed loudly, I suspected the whole village heard my moans, my screams. My fingernails dug into his skin; that would be my mark. I can't remember if it was the fourth or fifth time, but I gasped as I embraced him, my soul soaring higher and higher, savoring this decadent pleasure. The man licked and sucked every inch of my skin, and when his tongue lingered at my anus, he stirred and thrust for a long time. My skin trembled, and a peculiar pleasure spread to my scalp. I jumped off the bed naked and went to the outer room to get soap.

After wetting it, I gently applied it to his anus and penis. The penis hovered around the anus, circling and probing, slowly, it
pushed in a little. I gasped, a strong sense of tension gripping me. "Slow down, slow down," the penis
continued move forward, the anus was stretched open little by little, a little bit more, and then a little bit more, until finally, my petal-like anus
completely absorbed the entire thick penis. I took a breath, and the man began to thrust, several fingers inserted into my
vagina , pumping in and out. Faster and faster, more and more thrilling. Finally, I
collapsed onto the bed in excitement during the man's violent ejaculation.

(Twenty-four)

On the third day, after much negotiation by the police, in the evening, I
walked . Gouwa's mother held her daughter, tears welling up in her eyes, following behind me. I looked back at my daughter; she already
had my shadow in her, with slightly brown curly hair, fair skin, and large, sunken eyes. Goodbye, my daughter.
I bid farewell to this place that stripped me of my shame and soul. I'm returning to my own world to pursue my
life and my happiness.

Sitting in the police car, I looked back at the village. Under the locust tree at the village entrance, that towering figure appeared, the setting
sun casting a long shadow. I knew that this figure, along with those soul-stirring nights, would
be etched into my dreams, unforgettable, and needless to forget.

Unlike typical erotic fiction, there's too little explicit content.
The "towering figure" makes me think the female protagonist has a father complex. It's quite long, somewhat like a Han Han novel. It's well-written and very relatable. Great writing style, author! I support your work. I hope you'll share more excellent articles. The writing is very practical.
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These are the kinds of articles we need, support. It's a very good article. Compared to some that are all about sex and moaning, this one has a lot of plot development.
It reads smoothly, and the sex descriptions are just right.
I personally like this article.
It's hard to imagine what a woman's situation would be like after being kidnapped. Could she be like Yin Xiamo in the article? Haha! The feeling of being abducted and raped, right? The author's writing is good, but it doesn't quite resemble an erotic novel; it could be categorized as a romance novel on Tianya. Really?! Such things still happen? What era is this?!
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I don't know why, but I have absolutely no interest in this kind of rural-style rewriting...
[The whole article] is completely formulaic, lacking creative language...
Nevertheless, I still support the author. Let's support the author's hard work.

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