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She should be content. Her husband owns several trucks and runs a transport business, earning a decent income; they're already among the
wealthier .
She used to be a primary school teacher in town, but that was only because of her husband's family's influence. After all, her
father-in-law had been the deputy mayor of the town six years prior. The principal had accepted gifts, but only because of her father-in-law's connections;
otherwise, ordinary people might not have accepted them even if they had the chance.
Later, she was unwilling to accept this, so she quit her job at the school, borrowed 500 yuan from her family, and
opened a small shop near her home. The business grew better and better, and that's how it is now. Although it doesn't earn as much as her husband's transport
business , she can comfortably support herself each month and even has some savings.
But her husband still looks down on her. Because her husband's family paid 3,000 yuan to "buy" her into the family,
and she wasn't some exceptional beauty, not even one in ten.
Her husband's family was willing to spend that money simply because they felt it was worth it. Now she's completely
self -sufficient, but in her husband's eyes, she still seems to be worth only three thousand yuan.
Actually, it's not that her husband dislikes women; he often boasts to his drinking
friends about the women he'd slept with while working as a truck driver. She finds it repulsive, but not particularly
angry. She has absolutely no interest in such things; the thought of it even makes her feel nauseous.
On her wedding night, when she saw her husband undress and climb into bed, his manhood peeking out from
under , she wasn't afraid, but disgusted. Instinctively, she shrank into
a corner of the bed, instinctively resisting his attempts to pull her away.
Then he slapped her and straddled her. She only remembers his large belly pressing
down on her stomach, as if squeezing her intestines into her chest, making it hard to breathe. She
even thought she might be crushed to death by his belly; she even imagined she might die.
She didn't seem to feel anything down there, except for a slight pain afterward.
From then on, when the man needed her, he would pull her over, pin her down, and
finish . If she resisted, he would slap her to make her submit, just like the first time. Gradually, she
found a way to protect herself: each time the man was on top, she would support his
stomach , giving herself room to breathe.
Each time, she thought, "Just a little longer, and it'll be over soon." She never experienced pleasure,
and she didn't even understand how the man entered her or what he did there.
At first, after the man finished and rolled off her, immediately falling asleep, she thought that
men were like animals, and she was even less than an animal, feeling pathetic. Later, she thought that women were probably just
tools for men at night; wasn't that what all women were like?
Later still, she stopped thinking about it altogether. Only after the man undressed would she quickly close her eyes; she
really didn't want to see his clumsy, bloated body. She only thought about his
manly body when feeding the pigs. Every time that happened, she would take the scoop of pig feed to beat the pigs.
But she never thought of divorcing her husband. Her husband didn't seem any worse than other
men , and her life wasn't any less fulfilling than others'. Others' lives didn't seem
any different from hers.
She felt that everyone around her, or the people in the town, lived like this. She thought everyone
lived , and everyone's life was the same. The only difference was how much money they had, and her husband's money
was already quite a lot in town, so she no longer had to rely solely on him. What more could
she gain ?
So she lived each day neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. She didn't even know
what
This day, she had brought her money and was going to the county to buy some goods. She first took a motorcycle to her parents' house for a while,
and then left. She had to walk to the next village to catch a minibus to the city. It was a clear, crisp
autumn . She hadn't walked far before she was sweating.
When she reached a cornfield, she decided to hide there and take off her sweater.
She walked down the embankment, pushing aside the corn stalks as she went. After
taking off her sweater, she suddenly needed to relieve herself, so she unzipped her pants and did so.
Just as she finished and stood up to pull up her pants, she heard a sound behind her.
Turning around, she was shocked to find a man standing two or three meters away, also unzipping his pants to relieve himself.
The man stared at her, his face flushed, his eyes gleaming with a strange light that frightened her.
Before react, the man suddenly rushed to her side, grabbing her shoulders tightly with both hands, and
said in a hurried, trembling voice, "Don't make a sound, I promise I won't hurt you!"
She was stunned! Her limbs wouldn't obey her commands; she just stood there, frozen, watching the man
strip naked, revealing a strong body, and then carefully
remove . The man's muscular chest and arms rippled before her eyes, and her mind went blank.
She had no accurate or complete memory of what happened next. She only remembered
resisting, as if she had hit him and pinched him, but the man didn't fight back. His powerful hands
didn't slap her like her husband had; instead, they continued to forcefully caress her body.
Later, she felt the distinct sensation of his touch on many parts of her body. She also
saw his enormous penis, but she didn't remember any terrible pain when it entered her. She only
saw his muscular body swaying like a mountain before her eyes, and with each violent thrust, her whole body
felt as if had been swept by a raging flood.
When the man finally stopped trembling on top of her, she realized that her hands had somehow
wrapped around his body and were resting on his broad back. She let go.
The man straightened up and sat to one side. Suddenly he grabbed her hand, looked at her empty eyes, and
said in a flustered voice, "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean it. I'm not a bad person. I'm from this village. I've seen you before.
You got married a few years ago. If you're willing, I'll marry you. I'm not a bad person."
She herself didn't understand how she could be so calm. She picked up her clothes, hugged them to her chest, and said,
"You can go now."
She didn't want to go to the store anymore; she went home instead.
She'd come to understand many things. Having experienced rape, she realized she'd been
living . She understood much more than just the rape itself.
She slept—the first time she'd slept during the day since her marriage.
Then she waited at home for her husband to come home. She wanted to tell him that
she wasn't afraid of slaps, fists, or knives.
She wanted a divorce.

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