Humanity Forbidden Island, Part 2: The Virgin's Visit on a Rainy Night

Chapter Two: The Virgin's Visit on a Rainy Night

She stood in a corner of the room, her head bowed low, water pouring from her hair and clothes, dripping onto the floor. The cold and fear made her shiver. I tossed her a towel, gesturing for her to wipe herself. To ward off the fear of the cold and darkness, I lit a fire in the fireplace. The dry wood quickly ignited, enveloping the small attic in a dim, yellowish glow in the pitch-black rainy night.

The girl was indeed freezing, and involuntarily took a few steps closer to the fire. Only then, by the orange light... Liang saw her hazy face. Beneath a pair of large, bright black eyes were thin, upturned lips, and a delicate, prominent nose stood out on her round face.

The girl's body appeared extremely slender in the firelight, her small, developing breasts heaving beneath her tattered clothes. I hadn't expected the rain to be so torrential tonight; her mother must have gone to great lengths to force her to come to me. Having found my place, she was timid and at a loss, forced to wait in the rain outside—a wait that temporarily halted her fear yet left her

with no way to predict the outcome.

I told her not to be afraid, that I wouldn't hurt her. She didn't seem to trust me and was subconsciously wary of me. I tried to talk to her again, because I had lost interest and was feeling bored living alone in this room for so long. I asked her, "Can you tell me your name?" The girl's eyes flickered, but she didn't speak. I was getting impatient; she wasn't like her mother at all, speaking to me smoothly.

I suddenly walked over, grabbed one of her thin arms, and threw her onto the bed. The girl's face was filled with fear, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I angrily asked her, "Are you mute? You have to talk to me, understand? Otherwise, I'll strip you naked and make you sleep with me."

After hearing my threat, tears streamed down the girl's long eyelashes. I asked her again, in a dull tone, her name and age. She still cried and didn't speak. I was really angry at her crying, and even suspected that she really was mute. I pounced on her and symbolically tried to pull off her clothes. Her panicked appearance and futile resistance almost made me laugh. I saw her wet body wrestling with me, like a thin... "Weak boy." "Quick, say your name?" I almost chuckled. "Thirteen years old, oh! No, almost fifteen." She finally spoke in a terrified and childish voice.

I thought she must be thirteen; the latter part was clearly a lie her mother had told her to tell. I ripped off her pants, trying to deduce her age from her developing organs.

I had been intimately familiar with little girls' bodies before, even burying them myself. The corpses of those ten-year-old girls, their bodies draped in strips of cloth, lay scattered in the ransacked village. The image of her there always haunts my nightmares.

She became even more terrified and struggled violently, quickly curling up her thin legs to protect that shy organ. I could still see that bare area, like a half-ripe green fruit, visually unappetizing.

I knew I couldn't violate her; she was still a child. I was going to sea in seven days, and if her genitals were injured, for this suffering family, for that mother holding the unripe cucumber, seeking medical help and buying medicine would be a waste. The little girl would surely endure the pain and suffering until... The wound healed.

I released her, walked to the storage cabinet, took out a piece of cured meat and some bread, tossed it to her, and told her to eat. She still stared at me suspiciously. I told her, "Eat it all, and you can leave after dawn."

The girl hesitated for a moment, looked at me, then at the food, and slowly reached out. She took a bite of the bread, then a bite of the cured meat. The taste of the food combined with her hungry stomach, and she no longer cared about being wary, chewing vigorously.

I sat in a chair very close to her, watching... I looked at her. She was the only woman who had come into my room without sleeping with me. The thunder and rain outside were still fierce and violent, and the flashes of lightning, after shining through the window, were diluted by the roaring fire in the stove and were no longer so blinding. I asked her if she wanted some water, and she shook her head.

After a while, she finished all the food in her hand, curled up on the bed against the corner of the wall, and stared at me without moving her eyes. I felt that she was getting used to it, so I tried to talk to her again and asked her name. Her previous fear and wariness finally subsided a bit, and she began to talk to me.

"My name is Luya, and I have three younger brothers. My mother told me you're a good person and told me to come find you and accept anything you do for me." After saying this, the girl named Luya cried. I told her, "Don't cry, I won't do anything to you. Go home as soon as it's light." The girl shook her head, sobbing, "I can't go home. If Mr. Zhuima doesn't want me, my mother won't want me either."

Listening to the girl's cries, I knew her mother was telling the truth. A woman that poor couldn't possibly support a grown child like her. I told her, "I have to go to sea in seven days, and I can't take you in. Go home first thing tomorrow morning."

After I finished speaking, she started crying again, pleading, "Mr. Zhuima, take me with you, otherwise I'll have to jump into the sea." I felt a pang of grief at her words, but it still wasn't possible for me. So I said seriously, "No, I'm going to the Crozet Islands in Africa. It's a long way, and..." "The road is dangerous. If you encounter pirates, you'll be in great danger. Besides, the ship is full of men from all over the world, which is a safety hazard for a woman like you." "But I'm still a child! Didn't you just see my body? I'm not interested in men."

I really wanted to laugh, but I held it in and explained, "That's different. In their eyes, there are no children or adults. As long as it's a woman, they won't let her go when they're in a rush. It's like treating a live fish—biting it, cutting it, and then releasing it back into the sea. As long as they think they can have some fun, they won't consider the consequences for the weak."

The girl seemed frightened by me and stopped talking. We both fell silent. The darkness outside lessened a bit, but the sound of thunder and rain didn't subside. I started to feel sleepy, so I said to her, "I want to sleep."

She immediately shivered, her tired face instantly perking up, and tentatively asked, "Do you mean you want me to sleep with you?" I shook my head and said, "You can get off, or squeeze in with me, because this bed isn't big, and it's the only one."

The girl quickly curled up even smaller, pressing herself tightly against the corner of the bed. I knew she was gesturing for me to lie down while she stayed put. After lying down, I felt completely relaxed, comfortably closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep. I could feel the dampness and warmth emanating from her body, a feeling that helped me fall asleep even faster.

When I woke up, it was almost noon. The bright sunlight streamed through the window, stinging my neck. I knew that the rainwater from last night should have been mostly dried up. The girl was asleep beside me, her soft, long hair falling near my nose, still carrying the scent of last night's rain. Her slightly open mouth was drooling, spreading the smell of bread and bacon. Such a peaceful and lovely sleeping posture gave me a strange feeling, a feeling I hadn't had in five years. Waking up alone in the attic, I experienced a strange sensation for the first time.

I left some money on the table, twice as much as I had given her mother last time, and found a note with a symbol, indicating that she should go home. After settling everything, I put on my clothes and went back to the tavern for a drink, also asking the owner if the Snorkel ship in Sihanoukville would dock on time.

I drank until very late before returning to the attic, and when I opened the door, I was immediately stunned. The girl hadn't left; she was standing naked in the basin beside the fireplace, washing herself. Startled by my sudden appearance, she gasped, quickly squatted down in the basin, clutching her newly developed breasts, and staring at me with frightened eyes. I ignored her, went inside, and closed the door. The alcohol was burning my brain; I felt dizzy and said to her, "Get me a wet towel; my head hurts a little." Then I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and tried to fall asleep.

The sound of running water began...I felt her step out of the basin, followed by the sound of rushing water. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a pair of cool little hands touched my forehead, then quickly removed them, and then pressed a damp towel against my burning forehead. The headache instantly cooled down considerably, and the relaxed dizziness quickly lulled me to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her squatting by the fireplace, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the leaping flames. The sound of me sitting up startled her; she looked at me, and I looked at her. I asked her, "Have you eaten? Why didn't you take the money?" She didn't answer, but pointed to the table. The money was still there, next to the bacon and bread from the cupboard. I understood; taking some money wouldn't change her mother's mind, nor would it make her give up her choice to jump into the sea. As for the bacon and bread, I remembered they were the last bit of food left in the cupboard last night; she wanted to use them... She left the food for me, having gone hungry all day.

I told her, "You eat, I'm not hungry now." She gave me a sad look, then lowered her head and shook it. It was clear this girl wanted to save the food for me. I smiled, got up, went to the table, picked up the cured meat and bread, tossed them to her, and told her to eat quickly. She stubbornly shook her head again.

This time I wasn't angry, nor did I want to scare her like last night. Knowing she wouldn't eat because she was afraid I'd send her away, I said to her, "You eat, but there's a secret you must keep." Then I climbed under the bed and opened... A wooden plank, like an eel falling into a swamp, vanished.

This was a secret underground chamber I had set up, stocked with enough food, and of course, weapons. A moment later, I pushed a wooden crate up. The girl looked at me in surprise. I used my dagger to pry open the sealed crate, took out some dried fish slices, tore them open, and gave them to her, urging her to eat. I then piled the cured meat and nuts in front of her.

Only then did the girl take a big bite of the fish in her hand. Watching her eat with such hunger, I felt hungry too, and squatted down with her, chewing… Chewing on the hard food, the girl and I looked at each other and laughed. I told her, "Speak up. I don't like silence. Talk to me, say whatever comes to mind. It's just the two of us in this room."

The girl lowered her head shyly, composed herself, and said, "My mother said a woman would be very happy marrying a man like you." I was stunned. Her mention of her mother reminded me of what had happened in this room that day. I asked her why her mother said that. She couldn't answer, and after thinking for a while, she said, "You have a lot of food..."

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