My myriad possibilities 1-2

I. Me and My Daughters

I am different from others.

“Daughter, come here, come, walk over here.”

“Mom—Mom—”

I vaguely remember that day, my mother let go of my hand and let me walk. Two short meters shouldn’t have been
difficult for me. But before I could walk, I saw myself. Yes, she saw me. After taking two steps, I was tripped by my droopy
pants fell to the ground. My right hand happened to grab a dinner knife on the coffee table, and then, quite by chance, it pierced my eye socket.

I lay there, motionless.

Blood gushed out. My mother froze for a moment. Then she came over, held my head, and called my
childhood name. She did this futile effort for a full half minute before remembering to dial 120.

But it was too late. I saw myself, lifeless.

As a child, I couldn’t understand these things, but I instinctively felt fear. I didn’t go to
my mother ; instead, I collapsed to the ground and wailed. I crawled away from the coffee table or the location of the dinner knife.

My mother came and hugged me, but nothing she did could soothe me, because my lifeless body lay in front of the coffee table
until after some time, several uncles and aunts in white coats pulled it away.

A few days later, in my room, I saw a black and white framed photo that only I could see, and the person
in it seemed to be me.

A little later, I saw another version of myself, who looked exactly like me. I often followed in
her footsteps and greeted her, but she never paid any attention to me. Until one day, she broke a bowl and
cut her hand.

"Mom—Mom—!!"

She was wearing a beautiful dress like mine, with a face as lovely as mine, and
cried in the living room, tears streaming down her face. I curiously looked at the bowl of orange juice resting on the edge of the coffee table and instinctively took a few
steps back . Then, I saw my mother rushing over.

"Darling, what happened to you? Oh dear, don't move, Mommy's going to get some gauze."

My mother rushed out of the bedroom, saw the wound on my hand and the shards of glass on the floor,
first carrying me outside, then immediately going back to the bedroom to find gauze and alcohol to clean my wound.

"Mommy, Mommy? Mommy!"

My mother circled around me, completely ignoring my calls, just as I was raising my voice.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

My mother came out of the bedroom.

Two mothers?

I was still crying, one mother was bandaging my wound. Another mother walked to my side,
squatted down, looking at me with loving eyes, and stroked my head. "Darling, why are you calling Mommy?"

"Nothing, nothing."

I didn't understand what was happening, I really didn't understand. I was a little thirsty, so I turned around to
drink the orange juice in the bowl, and then...

"Don't move, little one!" "Don't cry, little one, don't cry."

One mother hurriedly pulled me from the shards scattered on the floor, while another mother hugged the sobbing
"me." And I, because my mother was right beside me, didn't bother picking up the shards out of curiosity, escaping
unharmed .

At first, I felt like I could foresee the future, like in the movies, countless future versions of
myself searching for something, countless people strolling through empty factories. But slowly, I realized it wasn't true.
As I grew older, I saw more and more versions of myself, and their lives and appearances became increasingly different from mine. I've
always been curious about what they were, and then one day, I finally understood.

"Why won't Mom let me drink the water from that pretty little bottle? It smells so good! Why
? Why?"

Wearing loose pajamas, I sat listlessly on the sofa, swinging my legs, my eyes fixed on
the pink bottle on the high table. I was so curious! It smelled so good,
a million times better than my mom's cooking or soup! But why wouldn't I try it?

When Mom saw me wanting to drink it, she snatched it away and told me I couldn't.
Then she casually put it on a high shelf in the cabinet. Mom thought I didn't know how to get it, but I knew
I could just drag a chair over and reach it—I'd learned that from watching other girls, even though she ended up falling pretty hard.

But I'm a good girl; if Mom says I can't drink it, I mean I can't. But I really, really wanted
to try it .

"If only someone could try it for me."

The thought popped into my head, and almost immediately I saw another girl
move a chair from the living room, struggle to reach the perfume on the high shelf, and then drink it all in one gulp.

"Ugh, that tastes awful… Wait? I… tasted it?"

Ignoring the girl who was now curled up in pain on the floor after drinking the perfume, I idly
slipped back to my bedroom and started playing with my dolls. That evening, I saw my mother and Nannan's mother.
My mother was happy, but Nannan's mother was panicked.

Then, I never saw Nannan again.

I think I understood. They were actually me, but not my future self. They were me now, but
not the same me. And most importantly, I was them, but they were not me. Their experiences were my
experiences, their feelings were my feelings, but the mistakes they made were their mistakes,
not mine.

"This is really, really great."

The cartoon on TV was undoubtedly very attractive to me, a child. But there was a problem:
my mother didn't want me to watch TV.

So, I didn't watch, but Nannan did.

Nannan and I sat on the soft sofa, each curled up in a corner.
My favorite cartoon was playing on the TV, and I was watching with great interest, while Nannan seemed a little restless.

"Mommy, you're back."

"!"

First came the sound of the key turning in the front door, then Mom rushed in, looking travel-worn, and saw
me sitting obediently on the sofa.

"Hmm, you're back. Have you been good today, sweetie?"

"Sweetie! You were watching TV again! Do you want Mommy to smash the TV before you're satisfied?"

"Sweetie, I've been very good today."

"No...no...it's..."

"Then Mommy will go cook." "

Still saying no! I've discovered that no matter where I hide the remote, it's useless! How come I never knew you
were so good at finding things?!"

So noisy!

My mom had already gone to the kitchen to cook, while Sweetie and Sweetie's mom were still scolding each other in the living room.
Although I really didn't want to listen, I had to watch. If I didn't see where Sweetie's mom put the remote
, then Sweetie wouldn't be able to find it, and then I wouldn't be able to watch TV.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll take this remote to work. I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

"Ah, is that so?" This was probably the fourth time I'd heard this sentence. Every time I heard it, it meant
one thing. That's it, this little girl, useless to me now. "What a pity."

Soon, the little girl and her mother's figures faded quickly, leaving only a blurry silhouette. Then
, a solid figure reappeared on the sofa.

"Little girl, what do you want to eat tonight?" "Little girl, what do you want to eat tonight?"

The two mothers peeked out from the kitchen, asking what they wanted for dinner.

"Chicken leg!"

"Chicken leg!"

"Okay, make one separately for my good little girl, but only one, don't be greedy." "Okay,
make one separately for my good little girl, but only one, don't be greedy."

"Mmm!"

"Mmm!"

As I grew older, my understanding of the little girl's role became clearer. They represented my potential,
for example , what would happen if I did this at this moment.

"Our little princess, what do you want for your birthday this year?"

"I want... I don't really want anything, just a cake."

"I want a violin." "I want new clothes." "I want a game console."
"I want a Barbie doll." "I want to go to the amusement park." "I want a coloring book." "I want..."

"Okay, I'll buy you a big cake." "

Okay, I'll buy you... "

After saying that, Dad insisted on rubbing his stubble chin against my face affectionately, and only left after a few pushes and
a surprised .

"Doo-hoo." I made a face at Dad, slightly annoyed, and then dashed back to my
room.

Afterwards, the other girls also gradually returned to their rooms.

I knew that I would receive many gifts for my birthday this year.

Mom often says I'm too quiet, often sitting at home all day doing nothing. Actually, that's
not true. In the morning, Nannan draws; in the afternoon, she reads; on weekends,

Dad takes her to the amusement park, sometimes the aquarium; and at night, Nannan seems to be asleep, but
she's actually playing games under the covers.

All of this is done by Nannan, but also by me, though not really by me.

Our lives are so colorful. But my life is so bland and boring.

As I grow older, they're not just used to help me get those rare rewards and experiences. When
Mom worried I was too withdrawn, gave me a tablet for my ninth birthday, it transformed me into
a legend. I'm proficient in everything—music, chess, calligraphy, painting—and can effortlessly compose poetry, drink wine, and brew tea. Every Nannan is a troublesome, one-
sided girl, but I'm all-around amazing!
Second

, the turning point:

I realized this world is a bit boring.

"You, jump down."

I sat bored on the balcony of my 23rd-floor apartment, Nannan beside me. The cool spring breeze blew through the wide-open
window, ruffling Nannan's hair, and she shivered slightly under her thin clothes. But, I don't know if it's the cold or
the fear .

"Hurry up, don't make me repeat myself, jump!"

Nannan was still hesitating. The cold wind had been blowing for almost half an hour, but she showed no
sign of calming down. The desire for life and the urge to jump kept churning, but as time went by, the desire
to jump grew stronger.

"Honestly, what a waste of my time."

I closed my notebook in annoyance and silently walked behind Nannan. My hands seemed to feel the spring
breeze, and then I gently pushed the hesitant Nannan.

"Jump, fourth attempt, still couldn't land alive, another useless coward scared to death."

We've died many times, many, many times. Died from drinking detergent, swallowing needles, drowning, burning, hanging,
cutting wrists. Oh, the most memorable was being bitten to death by a dog, that time really hurt, left a deep impression.

To be honest, I've grown up too fast.

A fourteen-year-old girl in the throes of first love, undoubtedly caught in the rebellious phase. Normally,
girls this age would fall in love, experience puberty, have their own thoughts, be willful, make mistakes, clash with their parents,
and cry in their arms.

But I'm different. I've had many thoughts, made many mistakes, experienced many innocent loves,
and cried in my parents' arms countless times.

So now, I have no thoughts, I don't make mistakes, I don't fall in love, and I never cry. And, I
won't make mistakes.

"Daughter, what are you looking at by the window?"

"Thinking about some things, I just happened to sit here."

"Um, daughter," my mother hesitated, pausing for a long time before continuing, "I've
heard
" Tell Mom about it, don't keep it to yourself." "

Mom~~ No way, look at your daughter, she's always been so well-behaved, how could
she possibly be in a relationship? Don't worry."

I skillfully pushed my mother into the kitchen, my forced smile fading. Seriously, it's so boring.

I've said this conversation countless times, and I foreseeably will say it countless more times. But if
there's any good news, it's that I probably won't have to say it so many more times.

To be honest, I'm really glad that those girls are just me now. At least occasionally, very occasionally, I
still encounter some interesting things, but these things are becoming increasingly rare.

I've walked the road home from school over four hundred million times, remembering the location of every blade of grass and every tree with perfect clarity. I've eaten my mother's scrambled eggs with
tomatoes nearly a hundred million times, with the percentage of times it was too salty being 2.21% and too bland being
only 0.63%. Generally speaking, she likes to keep a lot of things. The boy sitting next to me has borrowed
things , mostly pens or correction fluid. I remember him borrowing
my phone 1,723 times to tell his mom it had been confiscated. But the reason it's so memorable isn't because of the number of times,
but because I hinted to the girls over 1,723 times that they deliberately looked at his phone. He
was good at disguising himself, but the girls didn't try to hide anything. So, in other words, I did it on purpose.

When you experience the same thing thousands of times in a day, you'll find the world so boring.

That's why I'm keen on experiencing death, because it's the only thing that can make me feel fresh.

"Girl, aren't you leaving?"

"No, wait until I finish my homework."

"Then be careful when you leave. I've heard a lot of people get robbed walking at night recently. Girl, you have to be careful."

"Okay, I will."

I watched my only best friend leave reluctantly, then turned my gaze back to
the girl sitting in my chair.

"She's gone, it's your turn." "I sat down in front of her with a little excitement, my legs covered in black
stockings rubbing together restlessly. "Hurry up, hurry up, let's get started." "

Nannan watched her best friend leave with a nervous expression. After a short while, she darted silently to
the door and peeked out. Once she confirmed no one was in the hallway, she carefully locked the door and turned off the light. Then
, she tiptoed back to her seat. Looking around nervously,
she pulled a craft knife from the corner of her pencil case in the moonlight.

She was about to die.

In reality, manipulating the other Nannans wasn't easy. They were me too; they
had their own thoughts and judgments. They weren't my puppets, blindly obeying my will.
But with a little simple manipulation, making her slightly addicted to comics, making her make all the wrong choices on the exam,
and then inexplicably talking back to the teacher and getting criticized—you see, Nannan, who had never suffered before, was now
devastated .

'Hurry, hurry, it's almost nine o'clock, I need to go home.'" "

Nannan's right hand repeatedly pressed the utility knife against her fair wrist, the sharp blade leaving red marks. Hot
tears, like jade beads, dripped down her cheeks onto her gray pleated skirt. She didn't want to die,
she desperately didn't want to die. She wanted to cry in her mother's arms, she wanted her father to take her to the aquarium to cheer her up, she wanted to talk all night with her best friend
, and she wanted to finish reading the ongoing comic book.

But, I want you to die.

A third hand pressed down on Nannan's hesitant right hand, the utility knife effortlessly slicing through the delicate
vein , crimson blood staining her clothes.

Nannan froze, and I laughed.

Nannan cried, and my laughter grew even brighter.

Nannan finally couldn't suppress her sobs..." She burst into tears. And I, too, could no longer suppress my joy and laughed out loud.

No one, no one could understand her feelings better than me.

Fear, helplessness, regret—she frantically covered her wound with her right hand. But besides the pain, the blood
continued to gush out. Her spirit finally collapsed; she slumped onto her desk, blood staining the paper, the textbook,
and even her favorite comic book.

Her body felt like it didn't belong to her anymore, growing weaker, more drowsy, and colder. She
curled up alone, hugging herself in an attempt to gain false warmth, and finally, closed her eyes.

Not bad, an interesting experience.

It's just a pity that the good mood came quickly and went quickly.

"Miss, don't move. We're just robbing someone; we don't want to do anything that will make us both
unhappy."

The fleeting pleasure of facing death vanished instantly, my spirits plummeting. What surprised me most was that
the girl who had walked just half a minute before me was walking forward safely. Was this even possible? A burly body, reeking of sweat ,

grabbed me from behind, his strong arms pressing down on me, making it
hard to breathe. A small fruit knife, blade facing outwards, was pressed against my neck.

"Cough...cough cough...you...a little...loosen up..."

I deliberately struggled, as if I couldn't breathe, to respond. Most people would loosen their
grip , and I could use that moment to break free!

"Ouch." Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration ,

I yanked and
dragged him backward, the fruit knife slicing a white mark across my neck before falling to the ground. He staggered back a few steps. By then, I had already run more than ten meters. I

've been robbed far too many times; even this low-probability event has happened seventy or eighty times.
Of course, it's not always by adults; most are those high school thugs. But the principle is always the same
: run. Unless…

“Where do you think you're going?!”

Just as I was about to burst out of the darkness, another burly man wearing a mask sprang out from around the corner,
his thick arms lightly shoving me back onto the shoulders.

“I'm not running anymore.” I slumped to the ground expressionlessly, raising my hands indifferently. “But how much can you possibly get
from robbing a middle school student?”

"Qiangzi, what kind of target did you choose? Look at your bag, it's full of textbooks."

Gradually, more people gathered around, and eventually six men emerged from the darkness.
Two men were on guard, two were searching my bag, and two were groping me while searching my body.

"Yeah, look at that face, so damn pink and tender. If you ask me, she's definitely a pubic hairy little girl."

The man next to me said, pinching my face with one hand and shining a flashlight directly at my face with the other.
I tried to squint to avoid the light, but intimidated by their numbers, I only dared to struggle symbolically.

"No way, no way! She's definitely just young-looking. You believe a middle school student can be this calm?
I don't believe it at all. Tell me, how did she manage to escape from me in the first place? I had a knife to her neck
, my hands were shaking uncontrollably, and look at her. She's not crying or making a fuss. You believe she's a middle school student?" The man who spoke
was anxiously searching my bag with a small flashlight in his mouth. He quickly realized he couldn't explain himself clearly like that,
so he simply put down what he was doing and shone the flashlight on my face again. "Look at you, look at you, not
panicked at all, not flustered at all. Hey, did you guys find my phone? Don't fucking sneakily call the police."

"We already took it." The tall, thin guy next to me waved his small pink phone and said.

"Hey, look what this is, a bank card. This pretty girl isn't being honest." In the middle of the conversation, they
found my bank card in my bag. What a blunder.

"Password 261348."

"Huh?"

"I said, the password is 261348, ** Bank, go and withdraw the money, and let me go home
early ."

For the first time, I felt a little regretful. All the profits from the drawings and articles I copied from Nannan were in this card.
Although it wasn't like my source of income was cut off, this loss still hurt.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"Qiangzi, take Xiaofei to check on her. We'll stay here and watch her."

"Okay."

I casually found a spot, laid down my textbook, and sat down. The four men, however, surrounded
me as if facing a formidable enemy. Seriously, I can't run away. If I don't get that bank card back, how will I get my future royalties?

"Boss, keep an eye on that girl. She's very alluring. How about we tie her up?"

"Tie her up."

"Liu Zi, tie her up nicely."

"...Fine, tie her up."

"I won't resist." Watching the man called Liu Zi, with a lewd look on his face, approach with the rope,
claiming to be bored with the world, even I, who had experienced so much, couldn't help but feel disgusted and
repulsed . In a sense, this experience was very, very special. It was the first time for both of us,
and it was my first time. "I won't run away."

"Of course, you can't beat me, you can't escape, but saving some trouble is better than nothing. Besides, tying me up
is my personal hobby."

What a nuisance. Liu Zi wasn't so much tying me up as he was using the tying up to caress every inch of my
skin . His gaze, as if he wanted to strip me naked, made me feel like I was being pricked by needles, and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine
. Disgusting.

"Hey, Qiangzi, you have good taste, boss. Look, this girl has a really nice figure."

My forearms were crossed, my hands clasped around my elbows, and the rope began to
climb , the pale yellow hemp rope like delicate patterns adorning my fair arms. But the beauty ended there
. The rope, reaching the top, viciously wrapped around my chest, repeatedly tightening around my breasts. It not only firmly fixed my arms
to my back but also forcefully increased the size of my 32C breasts by a cup size. If her past
demeanor was that of an icy beauty, then now it needs the prefix of unyielding, or perhaps humiliated. Finally, the rope wrapped around
the back of my neck, tying several knots at my collarbone, pulling the ropes around my breasts together to bind them. What
was originally a slightly tight, close-fitting rope instantly became a cage binding my body, my entire upper body feeling as one,
with nowhere to exert force.

"Beautiful lady, want to chat?"

Liu Zi helped me sit back down, but his hands seemed glued to me, not
leaving, instead leaning closer.

"Stay away from me." His disdain was palpable. I dislike close physical
contact with others, not even my father, because he loves to prick me with his beard.

"Don't be so cold, find something to do. Besides, what if you run away?"

But Liu Zi seemed not only unable to understand what I was saying, but also couldn't grasp the tone of my voice; instead, he moved
even closer. His stale breath sprayed onto my cheek, instantly
suffocating I frowned helplessly and turned my head away.

"I'm tied up, I can't run away."

"That's not necessarily true. Only your hands are tied, your legs are still free. You can't resist, but you can still run."

Liu Zi wasn't an honest man. As he spoke, he moved closer and closer to me, his hands licking my body along the ropes
. Finally, his right hand, which had slipped behind me and around my right shoulder, silently
reached for my full breasts. Then, he squeezed them hard!

"Then tie my legs up too, and get out of here!"

I panicked, I was confused, my heart pounded. I thought nothing in this world could
make me lose my composure. But I was wrong. My so-called memories of hundreds of thousands of years were nothing
more than repetitions of similar events. And these experiences were nothing more than a
false . When I realized I was subconsciously using a condescending tone to mask my shame, anger, and unease, I thought,
perhaps I know nothing about this world.

"Liu Zi, quiet her down, don't attract anyone."

"Yes, yes."

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

I struggled, a chaotic struggle. Because Liu Zi's left hand was directly covering my mouth and nose, sweat dripped back
with my saliva, a salty taste, and an earthy smell. In my panic, I helplessly twisted...
My limbs were bound, but my screams were forced back into my mouth by a large hand, and my upper body was tightly held in Liu Zi's arms. My waist
twisted helplessly, and my legs crossed repeatedly. But the difference in strength was too great; one was a man, the other a woman; one an adult,
the other a minor; one half-bound, the other unrestrained. Even as Liu Zi suppressed my
struggles , his right hand had the leisure to repeatedly knead my left breast. In the end, this silent struggle
ended with me collapsing into his arms, utterly exhausted.

"Calm down! Don't make a sound, or I'll strangle you."

Liu Zi's fierce voice echoed in my ears, and I no longer cared about his stench or the
hot breath blowing on me. Fear dominated my mind, tears welled up in my eyes, and my mind
was completely blank. Numbly, I nodded slightly.

"That's more like it."

Liu Zi finally released his large hands from my face, and I was finally able to take a breath, but it turned into a soft
moan halfway through. Liu Zi's hands were pinching my breasts, one on each side
, like a child playing with a new toy.

"Um, a little gentler."

"Hmm, what did you say?"

My plea, barely audible at first,
quickly dissipated with his breath and caresses. After another few soft moans, I gathered my words again and
mustered my courage.

"Yeah, don't be so rough, I can't help it, I ca

n't help but make a sound..." "Oh, is that all you need to do is keep quiet, right?"

"Mm..."

"Brother Nan, do me a favor. Pass me my bag."

"Sure thing."

"Liu Zi, watch your step.

" "Yes, boss."

"Wait, I didn't..."

"Did I tell you to speak?!"

"Cough cough..."

Liu Zi's arm mercilessly tightened around my throat, my trachea was compressed, and the feeling of suffocation made me cough
uncontrollably . Although I've experienced hanging and drowning quite a few times, I've never felt this way before, this feeling that made me incredibly
panicked.

"Open your mouth."

"You, you want to... cough cough..."

"I didn't allow you to speak, open your mouth."

Liu Zi's left arm pressed down on my neck, while his right hand reached under my skirt. He
pulled down my pantyhose and underwear along with it. Although I change my underwear every day, the underwear I wore all day
inevitably had an unpleasant smell of secretions. When these things were put in front of my mouth, I couldn't help but
frown. Unfortunately, I was about to not only frown but also shed tears.

"Waaah...waaah~"

First, my underwear, then my stockings, two wads of fabric were stuffed into my mouth, one after the other. I
struggled again, but my body was already exhausted from the fear of suffocation, and this struggle was just an appearance of struggle.
Wide yellow duct tape was wrapped around my face, and my mouth was sealed shut by the stockings and underwear,
bulging out. I wanted to scream, but I quickly gave up because I was short of breath,
breathing .

Everything seemed to have returned to the beginning, and I was still helplessly imprisoned in Liu Zi's arms, his hands
kneading my breasts even more unscrupulously. The only difference was that before, I was suppressing my own sounds, but now
it was just underwear, pantyhose, and layers of yellow duct tape. As if some shackles had been broken, I unconsciously
cooperated with his kneading, my neck arched, silently moaning.

"It's so hot." The summer night wasn't cool, and the heat was
amplified . Liu Zi, behind me, briefly stopped harassing me, then pulled off his dirty
white tank top and took a small knife from his bag. "Hey beautiful, aren't you hot?"

Without turning around, I had no idea what Liu Zi was up to, and unconsciously nodded.

"Then let me cool you off." "!!!"

Bound by ropes, I couldn't possibly take off my upper garments, but the next moment, the cold knife
pierced my disheveled school uniform. The cold blade touched my burning skin, making me…

"Don't move, you'll get hurt."

Like a puppet receiving a command, I held my breath, my body trembling with fear, and
watched him slowly, bit by bit, cut open my clothes. The summer night suddenly became so quiet, the scene shrinking to just
the two of us: the sound of tearing fabric, my breathing, and his heavy panting. My white school uniform was
ripped open at the chest, the straps of my pale blue bra severed and forcefully pulled out. My breasts, bound by ropes
, stood erect as if freed from their restraints, the nipples already engorged and swollen, the pink skin tinged with a rosy hue. Liu Zi
impatiently put the scissors aside, his rough hands pinching my breasts from the base.
Like a dough-rolling stick, he left red marks on my skin, finally reaching the nipples, his fingernails
digging directly into them.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh!—"

I considered myself to know my body best, after all, countless days and nights, countless girls had
hidden under the covers, exploring their own mysteries. The stimulation my breasts should give me was supposed to be like that, but
these man's hands seemed to possess magic, igniting my body with just a few touches. When his hands
truly and intimately caressed my breasts, my desire could no longer be suppressed. A tingling current
spread from my nipples throughout my body, my high-pitched moans turning into low whimpers. I rolled my eyes back and curled my toes. My whole
body convulsed uncontrollably, like a taut bowstring.

"You're so horny," Liu Zi whispered mockingly in my ear, his left hand timely reaching
under my skirt to my bare lower body. His fingers easily slipped into my wet vagina, pulling out a stream of fluid, first smearing it on
the tip of my nose, then wiping it clean on my school uniform at the waist. "You've had your fun, now it's my turn."

No, please, please. My restless body, churning with desire, suddenly felt like it had plunged into an ice cave. I stiffly turned my head
, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Don't do this, you said you only wanted some money. "

"Don't worry, we won't use your private parts. Otherwise, it would be a big problem if we got caught," Liu Zi explained, trying to calm me down, while his right hand continued to stimulate my genitals. His fingers drew out the arousal fluid from my vagina and smeared it all over my inner thighs. "Cooperate." The only thing covering my lower body, the skirt, was also removed, leaving me naked and feeling extremely ashamed. I instinctively squeezed my legs together to try and cover my private parts, but this was probably exactly what Liu Zi wanted. He then took out a rope from his bag and repeatedly wrapped it around my knees, quickly together. "Tighten your legs!" Liu Zi pulled down his pants, his hard penis brushing against my clitoris and pressing against my chest. At first, I panicked, but then I realized what he wanted to do. "Tighten up." "Liu Zi, watch your pace, I'm going to have a smoke." "Don't worry, boss." The leader, with a smoldering cigarette in his mouth, left the dark corner, while my body was being moved up and down by Liu Zi. His blazing, hard penis pressed against my genitals, repeatedly thrusting in and out of my inner thighs, the glans occasionally brushing against my clitoris, making me feel incredibly aroused. Liu Zi's hands were also outstretched, covering my slightly cool skin in the night, the heat and pleasure radiating throughout my body. "Ahhhhhh" Finally, Liu Zi stopped, his penis penetrating my thighs and reaching into my school uniform, his semen spraying onto my stomach, sticky and uncomfortable. What was even more unbearable was that the caresses that stopped when Liu Zi ejaculated left me teetering on the edge of orgasm, unable to fully climax. I writhed restlessly against Liu Zi for almost two minutes until he slowly came to his senses, embracing my burning body and whispering in my ear, "Do you want it?" After a moment of silence, "Mmm..." I think I must have blushed with embarrassment, actually giving in to a stranger, a robber . Go, go. Anyway, I wanted that. Liu Zi didn't hesitate; one hand slipped into my wet passage, massaging my G-spot. The other bounced back and forth across my chest, like a dancer on time, up and down, left and right, first and last, repeatedly stirring the strings of my desire. "Ugh... ugh... ugh! ————" This was the second time tonight. The continuous struggle and two orgasms had drained my strength, and I closed my eyes, feeling drowsy. My burning body slowly cooled down, and fine beads of sweat carried away my heat in the cool summer night breeze. A sudden chill made me instinctively curl up into the arms of the person behind me, completely disregarding our supposed hostile relationship. "Liu Liu, I... just playing around." I opened my eyes, shivering, after leaving the warm embrace. The speaker was the tallest and strongest of the six , stammering. "Okay, here you go." Liu Zi first pushed me to my feet, but my limp body made it impossible for me to stand. Liu Zi simply hoisted me up like a sack of rice and tossed me into the man's arms. "Woman, hehe." The man grinned lewdly as he gripped my shoulders, his hands, making my shoulders ache. But that's fine, I'm really tired, let me rest! — "Ugh!!! Ugh!!!" A hot, enormous penis pierced through my body from behind . No, no, how could this be? Something must have gone wrong, you guys promised me. Exhausted, my body struggled in agony, finding a sliver of strength from somewhere. But the was stronger than Liu Zi, and I had less strength than when Liu Zi had subdued me, and he was more restrained. My painful screams were absorbed by my underwear and pantyhose; my painful struggles amounted to nothing more than the opening and closing of my fingers and the back-and-forth movement of my calves. "Comfort." Before I could recover from the excruciating pain, those large hands grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up. His penis, stained with blood, withdrew from my vagina, leaving a burning, searing pain inside me. Before could subside, I was thrust in again, heavily. "Ugh!!!" My body was split open once more, the foreign object inside me causing intense discomfort. The enormous penis felt like a spear, as if it had pierced my entire body. In my confusion, I even felt it was right up to my throat, about to burst out. "Big breasts." Unlike the gentle caresses of Liu Zi, the one behind me was squeezing them like a balloon, using all her strength to flatten them. My breasts, already painfully swollen from the ropes, felt like they were about to burst, the pain unbearable. What was even more terrifying was that with the next thrust, she grabbed my breasts and lifted me up forcefully. I endured the pain of my bare feet being pricked by the gravel on the ground, trying to help her, but with my knees tied together, I couldn't get any leverage no matter how hard I tried. "Ugh, ugh, ugh..." There was no pleasure, only pure, utter pain. My breasts felt like they weren't mine, each up-and-down jolting hurting me terribly. My tattered school uniform shirt was also forcibly torn off, leaving only bits of clothing around the collar and shoulders, like a shawl. I was completely naked , but the pain made me completely devoid of any sense of shame. The man behind me gripped my waist with both hands, twisting his hips as he thrust. My buttocks slammed against his thighs repeatedly. Each thrust, each wave of pain, brought forth a gush of semen, mingling with blood as it flowed down my thighs. I felt like a lump of dead flesh, a doll, my vision blurred, unable to see the scene before me, only able to enjoy the burning heat of the penis beneath me.

The pain it inflicted on me. It tore my body apart again and again, constantly adding
new wounds and pain to my already tattered body.

Someone, please save me, anyone will do, I beg you, someone, please save me.

"Hoo, that felt good."

The man behind me was perhaps tired, or perhaps he had had his fill of pleasure. I straightened up, my whole
body suspended in the air, supported only by my two hands on my sides and a penis in my lower body. My head drooped limply, I stared blankly at
my breasts, covered in red marks and throbbing slightly, not knowing what I was thinking. I just waited, and then I
felt something shoot inside me.

When I pulled it out, along with the fluid that ran down my thighs, besides vaginal fluid and blood, there was also a stream of
semen .

"Brother Nan, here, play with it."

"..."

"Liu Zi! What's with this blood!"

"What? Blood? I didn't break her."

Shen Mo's gaze shifted to A Zhuang, who was grinning foolishly to the side. His faded pants were stained with
dirt , semen, and bright red blood.

"What are you doing?"

"Boss!" "Boss!" "Hehe, big brother, you try it."

It's broken, everything's broken, me and them.

I once learned something from Nannan called the broken window theory. It's like a good, intact
thing will make everyone consciously maintain it. But once something is damaged, it's easy to induce
those around to imitate it, or even escalate it.

When the guy called "boss" first came back, they were initially discussing how to appease me. But when
that idiot—yes, the idiot named A-Zhuang—came over, grabbed my slender
waist , and thrust his wicked penis into my still-open vagina once more, the slapping sound of flesh colliding interrupted
the thoughts of the remaining three.

The lingering red marks on my body, my lifeless eyes, the few remaining tattered
clothes , and my completely powerless body bound by ropes became the final straw.

She was already in such a terrible state; a little worse wouldn't matter.

The first window had already been broken, and no one had come to repair it. So when the second and third windows
shattered simultaneously, the destruction of this building was inevitable.

"You bitch, fucking my brother's fucking you so hard, give me some reaction!"

What kind of reaction could there be from slapping? To be honest, I didn't even understand what he was saying. I was placed on a
nearby abandoned table, filthy and completely unwashed. The cumbersome ropes binding my knees had been
removed, and my legs were now fixed to the shoulders of the man in front of me like two supports. My vulva was open, and his penis
was moving in and out of my vagina, clearly visible from my perspective.

I couldn't deny the pleasure, but the pain dominated my attention. I tried my best
to distract myself, casually browsing through the experiences of other girls at this moment. But it wouldn't be long
before the sounds of flesh colliding and the pain and foreign sensation of my body being torn apart pulled me back here. I wanted to cry,
but my tears seemed to have dried up; no matter how sad or desperate I was, not a single tear could flow.

"Damn it, bad luck, it's like fucking a doll. Otherwise, with such a soft body and warmth, I would really
think it was a doll."

The man in front of me trembled his penis, ejaculating inside me once again. Although being ejaculated inside
was very uncomfortable, after so many times and for so long, I was almost used to it. As he retreated, my suspended
buttocks, still being fucked, landed on the table, my legs limply dangling outside, swaying with the momentum.

"You should let me rest," said Liu Zi, the one who tied me up. He
grabbed the rope around my chest, dragging me from the table to the floor with one hand. My delicate knees slammed against the rough
cement, burning with pain, as if the skin had been chafed. Liu Zi roughly ripped off the tape wrapped around my face,
completely ignoring the loose hair and the aching skin. He pinched my cheek with one hand and used the other
to shove the wet, sticky cloth into my mouth. Before I could react, he grabbed my hair,
forcing my head back, and poured a bottle of mineral water directly into my mouth.

"Glug glug glug...cough...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Drinking water with my head tilted back wasn't easy, especially since my mouth was completely stiff and I couldn't move it.
I choked after only a few sips. I don't know where I got the strength, but I suddenly bent over and lowered my head, managing to
get the water to splash on my head instead of my mouth.

But Liu Zi didn't stop. Water poured over my head, and my body, which was just covered in dust, instantly
looked like it had been rolled in mud. My lower body was even worse; mud mixed with semen and vaginal fluid left
streaks of discolored patterns on my skin.

"Are you feeling better?" "

?"

"Eek!"

Seeing that I didn't react, Liu Zi squatted down, avoiding the water spreading on the ground. He
pinched my left breast with his right hand and my nipple with his left. The attack on my sensitive areas finally restored
some of my sense of the outside world.

"You have two minutes to rest, we'll continue later."

With that, Liu Zi threw the empty water bottle at me, leaving me alone sitting in the mud puddle.

“Um, didn’t you say you wouldn’t rape me?”

“…” “…” “…”

“We’ll play with you, you, you bitch, you bitch, you’re fun, you bitch.”

It was different now. Even though it was only a short two-minute break, my body resiliently seized
the opportunity. The numbness returned, and the tearing pain was greatly relieved. And when they inserted themselves into my
newly deflowered little hole again, I even felt that pleasure overwhelmed the pain.

“Ha… Guh… Hmm? Ah…”

My bare feet struggled to support me on the ground. They used one hand to pull on the rope behind my back and my
long hair that hung down my back. One side forced me to raise my head, while the other side was very convenient to adjust my posture.

"Lift your ass higher!" *Smack!*

A large, free hand slapped my buttocks hard, sending a burning pain through my backside. Overcome with pleasure, I
let out an excited whimper, my toes, which had been slightly relaxed, straightened again, and I lifted my buttocks to make it easier for his penis
to penetrate me.

"Give...give me...no, don't stop, keep going."

A sudden pull from behind straightened my upper body. My feet were lifted off the ground, and I
stood on the man's penis behind me, using only my vagina as support. Then, this sole
point released his life essence inside me. Finally, the man behind me put my feet back on the ground,
his limp penis satisfied, and left my unsatisfied, burning body.

"Hey, Liu Zi, what did you do? This girl was like she was dead before, but now she's so horny."

"Simple, she was in too much pain from what you guys did, so I gave her some painkillers."

"Just painkillers?"

"Of course, along with some simple tools and some special techniques."

Indeed, I felt incredibly aroused. My tattered school uniform, torn and mangled, served as
a blindfold, obscuring my vision. The lack of sight not only heightened my other senses but also added an
unknown layer of stimulation. The ropes fixed to my upper body rubbed against my skin during the thrusting,
the ropes on my chest being the culprit that aroused my mind. My firm breasts swayed with my movements,
my hot nipples brushing against the cold night wind, only intensifying the itching instead of providing relief. My ears
were stuffed with pieces of my school uniform, making their discussion indistinct. I stood there, bewildered and lost,
the continuous rapes having completely disoriented me. Coupled with their threats, I could only
obediently stay where I was. My dry, cherry-like lips opened and closed, unsure whether to beg for mercy or beg to be fucked.

"You drugged her?"

"Of course not, I just held a knife to her neck and said, 'If you cooperate, we'll leave you with your
clothes , otherwise we'll kill you.'"

"You want to kill someone!"

"No, I was just lying to her."

When you lose your sight and hearing, all you have left to perceive the world is touch. And when you're
confined to a small area, you inexplicably feel that your world is so small, your world is
only as big as you.

*Slap!*

In the darkness, a hand slapped my buttocks and began to knead them. Instead of dodging,
I leaned forward slightly, arching my back, standing on tiptoe, and sticking my butt out, following the direction of the touch.
Perhaps it's lewd and degrading, but I don't think I care anymore. After all, my body is covered in semi-dry
semen and vaginal fluids, and any resistance would just be a charade.

"Ee!~~"

But the penis didn't penetrate my wide-open vagina as I expected. A pair of large hands almost
gripped my slender waist, lifting me up with a gasp. It was him, the man named A-Zhuang.
He was the tallest, strongest, and most powerful among the group. While I could use my tiptoes to
position my genitals with others, it wasn't enough for him.

"Ah...ha...ha...um...ah?"

He was also the one with the biggest penis. His powerful hands flung me into the air, my body
weightless and fearful, I frantically tried to find a foothold, like a puffed-up
kitten baring its teeth. The complete darkness before my eyes intensified my panic. My blocked ears could only hear my own screams
and the sounds of bodies colliding.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!*

The sounds of flesh colliding and my moans echoed in the silent night. With each thrust, the enormous
penis swelled me up, as if my entire body was being filled to the brim. My body felt like a
tiny doll, being tossed about at will by the person behind me. And I slowly grew accustomed to the fear of weightlessness, even
beginning to enjoy the helplessness that came with this complete loss of control. My legs unconsciously clamped together tightly, and with each thrust,
I imagined myself gripping the penis tightly inside me. I didn't know if it was a desire to firmly grasp this only
support I could rely on, or simply driven by lust.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

"I...I don't know, how could this happen?"

"What did we agree on before? Just rob money, only money. We're just short of money, there's no need to do anything more
harmful to others."

"Yes, I know, but I...sigh, what can we do now?"

"This, sigh, what a tragedy."

The atmosphere gradually fell silent, the lust in the air dissipated by the clear night breeze.
The two men who returned with the money made these lust-driven men start thinking again. But unfortunately
, there were still two people present, one blinded by lust, and the other without a brain.

"Hehe, I'm about to come."

"No, no, don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate! Ugh~~ Keep fucking me, give it to me, fuck me
! Ugh~~"

The thrusting gradually slowed down, and I, with my experience, immediately realized that he was about to ejaculate. It
wasn't that I was against him ejaculating inside me or anything, the key point was that once he ejaculated, he would be satisfied and leave! I, who had been as docile
as a live doll, suddenly struggled, my stained legs kicking wildly, desperately shaking
my upper body to try and disrupt his thrusts. Whatever the angry beatings or insults that awaited me, just don't ejaculate,
don't ejaculate, just fuck me a little longer, I really, I'm so close.

But as I said before, the overwhelming difference in strength rendered everything I did futile.
The force from his waist seemed to press me into his body, his penis thrusting straight into the deepest part of my vagina, the intense stimulation causing
me to moan. But then, silently, he ejaculated inside me, leaving me, constantly
teetering , burning with desire, utterly frantic.

"Don't go, don't run away, come back to me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my..."

I don't know what possessed me, but the moment my feet touched the ground, I followed the scent and crashed headfirst into Qiangzi's arms.
My engorged, sensitive breasts rubbed against his body, my teeth tore at his salty clothes, and my lower abdomen brushed against
his limp, wet penis. The masculine scent stimulated my body, making it weak yet fierce.

"You stinky bitch, don't, uh, dirty clothes."

The so-called fierceness was just my own perception; to A-Zhuang, my body was truly fragile enough to be easily pushed over.
His right hand gripped my neck, and the fear of suffocation made me completely go limp. Then, with A-Zhuang's half-pushing, half-pulling,
I was dragged to the center of the argument.

"Brother Qiangzi, let's play, it'll be fun."

The breakdown came so suddenly.

I achieved the climax I had dreamed of, my third tonight, but it wasn't as comfortable as I had imagined.
It was more of a release, a release of my mind from lust.

Pain was released from my physical senses; the ropes cut my body with a burning pain. The penis inserted into my body
no longer brought me pleasure, but rather disgust and a numb pain. The number of men gang-raping me increased from four to six,
but that was about it; their intervals were longer, and my body was numb.

Time silently reached midnight. The three-hour gang rape had left me exhausted, and
their rest periods were getting longer. At least, according to Nannan, I had rested for a full five
minutes just now.

"Phew, that feels good."

The penis trembled inside me again, and the warm semen seemed to fill my body, and that was probably
it. At least when I was pulled up and pressed against the table, I felt that my thighs were
covered with .

"She wasn't played to death, was she? She's not moving at all."

"No, look, she's still breathing."

The body lying on the table was turned over like a piece of dead flesh, and the forearm pressing against the forearm made me feel
extremely uncomfortable. The white blindfold was ripped off, and the flashlight beam
shone on my face. The sudden bright light made me squint instinctively.

"He's reacting, not dead."

"So, shall we go?"

"Let's go."

"Xiaofei, how much did you take?"

"Sixty thousand, we took half."

"Nan-ge, help me pack up his things."

"Hey, can someone leave him some clothes? It's not good to leave him naked."

"Liuzi, isn't that the clothes you cut off? Use yours.

" "My hurdles won't cover it. Qiang-ge, how about..."

"Mine, Qiangzi's is too old, and my clothes are too big."

"Hehe, I'll play a little longer."

"Azhuang, let's go home."

In the ensuing chaos, I packed all my things back into my backpack, or at least stuffed them in, including the
card. I went from lying awkwardly on the table to sitting against a dirty corner of the wall.

“Girl, we’re… never mind, we’ve packed all your things back in your bag. We’ve
put a coat over your backside, that should cover you. Here’s the knife, cut the rope and go back. We…”

“Qiangzi, hurry up and go.”

“Right away.”

The man in front of me turned around and replied, speaking to my blank expression. “…Sorry.”

In an instant, the summer night returned to its proper state, with the sounds of cicadas, birds, and my own breathing.

“Heh…hehe…heheha…cough—cough—cough—”

What kind of emotion should I have? Despair, fear, relief, should I cry, or run away,
or choose to end my life with the knife in my hand under the weight of humiliation?

None of these. I was laughing.

Without a second thought, I threw away the knife, and after a few clinks, I couldn’t find it anymore.
I staggered to my feet, completely ignoring the coat that had slipped off my shoulders and the backpack beside me. I
staggered outside, knelt down, and bit down on a half-empty, three-cigarette-butt-stuffed
mineral water bottle. Holding it in my mouth, I tilted my head back, and the yellowish, murky water poured directly into my mouth, just
like Liu Zi used to feed me. I tilted my head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ptooey."

Some of the water I hadn't finished dripped down my chin. I tossed the bottle aside and
spat out a cigarette butt. It hadn't gone down, who knows?

I struggled to get up again, but my weak body found it difficult to exert any strength while kneeling
. Several times I tried to stand, but instead, I tilted to the side and fell to the ground.

"Ha, ha, ahahaha!"

I laughed uncontrollably, a maniacal, eerie, unrestrained laugh,
the same laugh I had when Nannan died, but even more heartily, until I coughed again from overexertion.

I realized then, this world still has many interesting things, doesn't it?

Qiangzi watched as the girl with the delicate, doll-like face suddenly approached him, who was hiding in a corner.
She stripped off all her clothes in front of him, revealing haphazardly bound ropes. Then, with lifeless
eyes, she spoke strangely in a calm tone.

"Big brother, are you short of money? If you are, fuck me, and I'll give you ten thousand yuan, okay
?"

Qiangzi found this extremely bizarre. After a moment of silence, he snatched a wad of banknotes from the girl's hand and fled
.

"Big brother, don't go! I have a bank card here. If you fuck me well, I'll
tell you the PIN."

I stood flushed in the depths of the alley, looking at the seven familiar yet unfamiliar people in the corner. One
hand stroked the scabs left by the ropes, the other rubbed my clitoris, silently thinking,

"Nannan is quite obedient; it's just that my initial thoughts weren't strong enough."

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