Day 1 of the escapee

Author: Hanazawa Asuka

Some say loneliness is a kind of bliss, something that can only be felt, not explained. But in the soil of my loneliness, will it sprout
the tender shoots of hope or the malignant tumor of despair? I don't know…

On this first day,

I am Lin Xijing, a full-time housewife. I've been married to my husband for two years, and we don't have children yet.
My husband works as a white-collar worker, and his income is barely enough to support us. If we had a child, we would be extremely
strapped for cash. I'm both grateful that I'm not pregnant and worried that the family's fragile economic pillar will collapse at any moment.

My husband is usually gentle and caring towards me. Everyone envies him for marrying such a beautiful
woman like me, and my friends congratulate me on marrying such a considerate man. I shouldn't complain, but
during sex, my husband is also very gentle and respectful. That gentleness almost makes me doubt whether he's a man. That politeness
and humility sometimes makes me very angry, but I can't show it. After all, he is the sole breadwinner, and I
have to ask his permission for all my expenses.

Every day I cook, do laundry, tidy the house, and pamper my husband, who supports me, with meticulous care. His gentleness and humility
suffocate me. One day, community workers came to warn everyone that a fugitive had appeared and urged them to
be careful, calling the police immediately if they spotted any suspicious individuals.

I remembered similar notices from a few years ago, but I didn't pay much attention. When I went to the storage room in the backyard,
I found overturned flowerpots. Cats had been roaming the house at night for the past few days, and this thought
intensified my already pent-up anger.

"Those damn cats, I'll catch you sooner or later!" I stormed into the storage room, and as soon as
I stepped inside, a tremendous force grabbed my neck and pulled me into the shadows behind the door. Before
I could even scream, a large hand covered my mouth.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll cripple you, understand?" A deep, vicious voice came from behind me.

"Ugh..." My mind went blank with terror, my body trembled uncontrollably, and my legs had lost
all strength. I dared not struggle at all. The only thought in my mind was—a fugitive?!

"Food? Where's the food? Let go now, and if you dare to scream, I'll kill you right now."

I felt a cold, sharp weapon pressed against my neck, a sharp pain spreading through my skin. Extreme terror
left me helpless. I wanted to nod in agreement, but the blade against my neck filled me with dread. After a while,
the man seemed to know I wouldn't resist, so he released his hand from my mouth.

"The kitchen..." My voice trembled violently.

"Take me there!" the man growled in a low voice.

I have no recollection of how I got to the kitchen or how I told the man where the food was. I collapsed onto
the kitchen floor, my legs too weak to move, and I could only watch helplessly as the man
devoured his food. His appetite was astonishing; he ate the leftovers from my breakfast, the leftovers from last night, and finally
took a few raw eggs from the refrigerator and drank them down.

"Doesn't my wife go to work?" After finishing his meal, the man leaned lazily against the stove, glancing at
the diamond ring on my ring finger. Although my husband couldn't afford a large diamond, the ring on my finger was still quite noticeable.

"Waaah..." I sobbed softly, looking up at the man's face. A thin, dark face, with
a pair of vicious eyes beneath straight eyebrows, and well-developed jaw muscles that bulged in his cheeks when he closed his mouth—
it looked as if he could devour me whole at any moment. The moment my eyes met his, I immediately looked away in fear.

"You're so beautiful, it's such a waste for you to stay home all day." The man strolled towards me from the stove
.

"Waaah..." I looked up at him in terror, noticing he had unbuttoned one of his collar buttons.

"What are you afraid of, madam? Do you know what I'm going to do?" The man's wicked grin grew increasingly terrifying, his curved lips
seeming to tear my face apart.

I sobbed softly, shifting my body backward, shaking my head and pleadingly looking at him, hoping he
didn't want what I was guessing.

"What does shaking your head mean? Don't want it? Tell me, say no, and I'll let you go, hehehe..."
The man crouched down, inching closer to me.

"No... don't come any closer, I've already satisfied you, please let me go." I was cornered, with
nowhere to retreat. I curled up like a fawn in the jaws of a hungry wolf, trembling and screaming, terrified and helpless.

“I told you to speak, and you did, madam, you’re really obedient. My stomach is full now, but my
penis is still hungry, and it’s been hungry for years. It’s gone mad with hunger, I can hear it yelling to enter
your little pussy! Can’t you hear it? Hahaha…” The man muttered to himself, almost like a madman.

“Waaah…” I cried even harder. I knew I was doomed, destined to have my body defiled by someone else today
.

The man stood up, unbuckled his belt, took off his trousers, and threw them aside. I looked up and saw
a thick, long penis erect in the man’s crotch. The swollen glans looked like an extremely hungry monster, slowly nodding in the air
, searching for its delicious prey. The man squatted down, grabbing one of my ankles in each hand, forcefully spreading
my legs apart. His large hands were like iron clamps, gripping my ankles painfully.

When I spread my legs wide, exposing my underwear under my skirt, the man released one hand, quickly grabbed my underwear,
and ripped it to shreds with a violent tear.

"Ah!!" I screamed in fright at the man's swift and fierce action.

The man moved closer to my genitals, spread my thighs apart, and prepared to penetrate me with his penis.

"Wait!" I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and braced myself against the man's chest.

"Are you tired of living?!" The man grabbed a sharp blade and held it to my neck, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

"No, can I... help you clean it?" I awkwardly pointed to his erect penis. I noticed that
the coronal sulcus of his glans was covered in mud, and some parts of his penis were also smeared with some blackish stuff. He probably
didn't care much about me when he was on the run and got himself into a mess.

"Oh? Madam...you still have the leisure for this? Hahaha, alright, I'll serve you!" The man casually
spread his legs, waiting for me to clean him.

I grabbed a few wet wipes from the side and skillfully wiped the man's penis. Because
my husband usually liked me to clean his genitals after making love, this task was nothing new to me; in fact, I
was quite adept at it. In a moment, I threw away the several black wet wipes, and the man's glans, penis, even his scrotum and genitals
were all clean.

"Madam seems to be in a hurry, wiping so quickly." The man looked at his crotch, then at
me.

"I..." Hearing the man say this, I felt ashamed. When had I become so shameless, actually voluntarily
wiping a stranger's genitals, and doing it so meticulously and skillfully? But thinking back, I justified myself inwardly.
If that thing was bound to enter my body, then why not be more thorough and avoid more
pain? Wasn't that wise? "Yes, brilliant..."

"What are you stammering about? Hurry up, spread your legs, or do it myself?" The man toyed with the sharp blade in his hand,
his eyes half-open as he looked at me.

I watched the cold glint in his hand, shrinking back to the corner of the wall, slowly spreading my legs
. Tears streamed down my face, the salty taste bitter.

"Good girl!" Seeing my legs open, the man moved closer, his hand gripping his penis
, the glans aimed at my labia. It slid between my labia a few times, as if confirming its position.

I turned my head away, not wanting to meet the man's gaze so close, nor wanting to witness
the cruel pain of being penetrated. But avoidance didn't mean it wouldn't happen. A powerful force immediately pierced my opening, the cool
penis instantly filling my vagina, the expansion and penetration I had never experienced before.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain.

"Damn, um...that feels so fucking good!"

The unfamiliar expansion and penetration were unbearable. I felt like I was back to being that virgin girl,
the intense pain causing me to clench my fists. The grip seemed to alleviate some of the pain, but as I gradually adjusted to the man
's expansion, I opened my eyes to find myself gripping his arm.

"Madam, is your husband's penis a toothpick? Your pussy is so tight, I didn't even dare move when I went in, I
almost came." The man's teasing gaze held surprise and mockery.

I immediately released his arm. Although my lower body was enduring the exaggerated expansion and penetration, I tried my best
to restrain myself from observing what their bodies were actually looking like.

"Madam, look, we're so close now."

Hearing the man's teasing, I turned my head away, unwilling to look at my surrendered lower body. But the intense sensations in my body
constantly reminded me that my once-belonging private space had been invaded. That thick, long penis had replaced
my husband's warm, soft member, brazenly asserting its presence inside me.

"Damn it, I'm not lifting you up, I'm telling you to look, so you have to look!" The man reached out and grabbed my chin,
forcefully turning my head back, pressing it down towards the area where we were joined.

I saw it, saw it very clearly. Between my spread legs was the man's close-set lower body,
the base of his thick penis protruding from my opening. My labia were already stretched thin and pale pink by the inserted penis, my pubic hair
now intertwined with the man's, indistinguishable.

"Madam, I'll show you what a real man is!" The man finished speaking, released my head, grabbed my
thighs with both hands, and began to thrust wildly.

"Ah...ouch...it hurts...it hurts...ahhh...waaaaah..." I was immediately subjected to the man's frenzied
thrusting. His thick penis pumped wildly back and forth inside my vagina, the enormous shaft violently rubbing
against the inner walls. Waves of pain were indescribable. The deep penetration caused the glans to constantly pound against my cervix, and
I could clearly feel the organs inside my abdomen shaking and churning violently.

My God, is this...is this what men are like? This thrusting is too intense, there's absolutely no warmth to speak of.
My husband's usual gentle care is something I can't bear in this brutal intercourse.

"Waaaaah...it hurts...go slower...it hurts...ahhh...help me..." The pain in my lower body
spread throughout my entire body, like slowly rising boiling water, scorching my body, threatening
to drown me.

The man tore off my clothes, his hands roughly kneading my breasts. I felt a burning sensation
covering my chest, and I watched my breasts change shape dramatically in his hands. For a moment, I thought
my breasts had been ruined.

"Madam, I...I want..." The man thrust in and out, then suddenly looked distressed.

I knew that expression all too well. Every time I was about to get aroused, my husband would ejaculate prematurely
, and he always had that same pained expression before ejaculating. Ejaculation?! I don't want to be pregnant with a fugitive's child! No, I
don't want to, even if it kills me!!!

I mustered all my strength and struggled desperately, but when the man noticed I was resisting his final thrust, he
gripped my legs tightly with both hands, his lower body thrusting faster and faster without letting up. No matter how much I pounded on his chest
and arms, his hands held me firmly like iron clamps.

The man's playful and smug expression intensified my fear. As he thrust faster and faster, his struggle intensifying,
my anxiety grew. With my last ounce of strength, I punched him in the face.

"Ugh!" The man groaned and stopped.

I was overjoyed. Had I knocked him down? It seemed that punch had some force; I'd at least avoided
... Ouch! Suddenly, I felt his penis thrust deep into my vagina. The slight tearing pain at the cervix was very
clear, and his thick, long penis began to throb wildly. Then, streams of hot fluid surged
into my uterus—one throb, two throbs, three throbs—the penis's pulsation was crystal clear.

My mind went blank, all my strength vanished instantly, all struggle ceased, just as the man...
The thrusting stopped abruptly. I stared blankly at the familiar ceiling. The man slowly rose, like a resurrected
demon, his lewd smile mocking my resistance. His withdrawn, limp penis told the whole story.

Maybe I won't get pregnant? I've been with my husband for two years, this time it definitely won't, definitely won't. But
the man's powerful ejaculation and astonishing quantity, besides making me feel frustrated and desperate, also shocked me
. I didn't know some men could ejaculate so much at once; I almost felt my uterus was filled. If
it's filled, will it be easier to get pregnant? No, no, things can't be like that, I desperately shook my head, trying to
shake this terrifying thought out of my mind.

"Snap!"

"Snap! Crack!"

I woke up in despair and helplessness. I saw the man taking pictures of me with my phone. I tried to curl up and cover
my private parts, but the struggle had exhausted all my strength. By the time I hid in a corner, the man
had basically taken pictures of me from all sides.

"Madam, look how slutty you are!" The man handed me the photos he had taken.

A beautiful woman lay on the ground, legs wide open, pubic hair wet, her vulva a mess. Her
once tightly closed labia had become a black hole, thick, milky white fluid flowing from it, staining her buttocks and inner thighs
. Her exposed breasts were covered in bright red scratches, and her beautiful hair was disheveled. This... this
is me?

"If your husband saw this, wouldn't he be as happy as I am?" The man waved his phone at me
.

"No, please, please don't let my husband know, please, sob sob sob..." I collapsed to
the ground, crying in agony.

"It's fine if your husband doesn't know, but I need to stay for a few days. You can cook for me, and by the way... hehehe,
madam, do you understand?" The man stroked his stubble-covered chin, grinning wickedly.

"I promise you, as long as you don't let anyone know what happened today, I'll agree to anything, sob sob sob..."
I was completely under the man's clutches.

"What time does your husband get off work?" The man glanced at the clock on the wall.

"...3 PM..." I thought for a moment and answered the man hesitantly.

"That's too unfortunate, coming home so early. Then I'll have to kill him and hide the body in the warehouse..."
The man held a sharp blade in his hand, fiddling with it between his fingers.

"No, he comes home very late, he doesn't get off work that early." I panicked immediately and hurriedly tried to explain.

"Damn it, trying to play tricks on me?"

The man stepped forward and punched me in the stomach. I immediately felt a sharp pain, my stomach churned, I saw stars, and
I passed out.

When I woke up again, I was tied to a chair, and a towel was stuffed in my mouth. I watched in horror as the man
walked around me with a pair of pliers.

"Madam, although you're now my woman, I don't like my women constantly plotting
against me. So, we need to establish a rule. My previous actresses either had nine toes or nine fingers. Do you know why
?" The man slowly ran the pliers across my face, the cold metallic feel sending chills down my spine.

"Because they weren't loyal enough, so I took away their selfishness. I believe that once a person loses a
part, they'll understand something. So, let's establish a rule today. Toes or fingers?" The man
gestured towards my hand, then tried it on my foot.

I burst into tears, shaking my head desperately, begging for mercy, but my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't say a word
. I shook my head and nodded frantically, hoping the man would understand I wouldn't play tricks anymore and would let me go.
I didn't want to lose my fingers or toes!

"What? Toes? Okay!" The man actually bent down, gently pinched my little toe with the pliers, and
looked up at me with a smile.

"Mmm..." I couldn't speak. I had never seen such a terrifying smile; that smile was unforgettable
.

"You have something to say?" the man said casually, as if the pliers in his hand were nothing more than a
chicken bone or a piece of straw.

The man removed the towel from my mouth.

"Please, don't cut, don't cut, I won't lie to you anymore, I won't do it again, I won't do it again, please, don't cut, sob sob sob
..." I sobbed uncontrollably, my face covered with what I couldn't tell was tears or snot.

"Really, can I believe you?" the man looked at me patiently.

"Yes, yes, I swear, I won't lie to you. Whatever you ask me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything, sob
sob sob... please don't cut..." I was going crazy, frantically begging the man for mercy.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

“Lin Xijing… Waaah…”

“Age.”

“…23 years old…”

“When is your period?” “

…Around the 5th of every month…”

“How often do you and your husband have sex?”

“…Once or twice a week…”

“Is my penis bigger, or your husband’s penis bigger?”

“…”

“Which toe is better?”

“Yours is bigger, your penis is bigger!! Waaah…”

In my desperation, I broke down and blurted out whatever came to mind. Watching the man laugh triumphantly, I felt
utterly ashamed. Despair and helplessness completely overwhelmed me.

“Congratulations on being a complete woman again, hahaha.” The man put away his tools and untied me
.

The man said he was hungry and asked me to cook for him, but he wouldn’t let me wear clothes, only an apron. So
I had to cook in the kitchen with my bare bottom and the apron on.

“What time does your husband get off work?”

The same question. I no longer had the courage to play tricks. Perhaps the man had already guessed my husband’s work
hours; it was just a trap to test whether I would truly obey.

“He was working overtime today. He said he'd be late when he left, but he didn't give a specific time. Usually, when he says that, he'll be
back around 8 pm.” I answered the man's question cautiously while cooking.

“Not bad, he saved his life.” The man said nonchalantly.

Hearing that the man didn't suspect me, I felt that answering truthfully was safer, and my fear
subsided a little.

“Ding-dong!” The doorbell rang.

The man and I both jumped, nervously looking at each other. The man glanced towards the door, then turned to
me.

“Go open the door. Whoever it is, get rid of them. Otherwise, more than just me will see your photos.” The man
waved his phone at me.

I nodded and went to open the door. It was my neighbor, Li Cheng, a middle-aged man, divorced,
idle all day, and always trying to take advantage of me.

“Oh, Xi Jing's home?” Li Cheng stood at the door with a grin.

"It's Brother Li, what's up?" I only opened the door a crack, afraid he'd see I was only wearing
an apron, my back completely exposed from neck to buttocks. Even without the threat from the man inside, I wanted to
get rid of this disgusting man as quickly as possible.

"Nothing, my brother's not here?" Li Cheng peeked into the room. I quickly pushed him away from my chest
, but unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand.

"Look at your delicate hands." Li Cheng treasured my hand, greedily caressing it.

"Brother Li, what are you doing? Let go!" I tried to pull my hand away, but I was almost out of strength today
, and I couldn't get it back.

Just as Li Cheng was harassing me, an apple appeared out of nowhere and hit him squarely on
the head.

"Ouch, whose child is this..."

While Li Cheng rubbed his head in pain, I immediately closed the door,
refusing to open it no matter how many times he rang the doorbell or knocked. Turning back to the kitchen, I saw the man just climbing in through the window.

"You? That apple?" I couldn't believe how agile he was.

"Want to thank me?" The man smiled, tossing the apple in his hand and catching it cleanly.

"..." I continued cooking lunch at the stove.

"Have you and your husband ever done anything in the kitchen?" The man's voice came from the side.

"What?" I was focused on cooking and didn't understand the real meaning behind the question.

"Do you?" The man was very direct.

"...No." I hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully.

"Such a virtuous wife shouldn't be neglected, right?" The man's somewhat seductive
voice suddenly came from behind me.

Then, I felt the man's body heat on my legs, and something fleshy pressed against my buttocks.
Soon, it became hard and erect, pressing against my buttocks, wriggling back and forth.

The man pressed against my back, one hand slipping inside my apron, wrapping around my waist, stroking my flat stomach, and
slowly moving upwards to grasp one of my breasts.

"Mmm." I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the ingredients in my hands scattering onto the stove and the floor.

"I'll make up for what your husband didn't do," the man whispered in my ear, his warm breath
tickling my ear canal.

The man's penis grew harder, poking around between my legs, but he didn't seem in a hurry to penetrate. His other
hand slid down my buttocks to my groin, then turned inwards, touching my labia, his fingers beginning to
skillfully tease and rub.

Although my husband was gentle with me, foreplay during sex was minimal and monotonous; he would penetrate whenever he wanted,
ejaculating whenever he wanted, never considering my feelings. Now, the man behind me teasing me with his fingers made me pant,
my ears burning, my whole body feeling warmer.

"Wife, you're such a beauty, your husband is really wasting your time
. It seems your husband is quite something," the man chuckled in my ear.

The man's teasing of my private parts, besides the endless shame, also made me feel the unhappiness of my marriage. If my husband
had such methods, why would I have to endure this torment, unable to release my pent-up emotions?

The play between my legs became increasingly arousing, waves of tingling and itching making me incredibly thirsty, but I didn't want to admit it
, nor dared to face my true feelings. The desire for the man to inflict pain on me grew stronger.

"Madam, we're working well together." The man held his wet hand in front of my eyes.

Was I... was I aroused? Was I being made so aroused by a stranger, even desperately
hoping he would give me final satisfaction?

"Lift your buttocks up." The man patted my buttocks.

I obediently lifted my buttocks. At this moment, I couldn't tell if I was being coerced or if it was entirely of my own
free will. In any case, my actions completely complied with the man's demands.

"Spread your legs a little less, lower your waist!" The man pulled my hips back with one hand and placed the other on my lower back,
indicating that I should assume the correct position.

I braced myself against the edge of the stove, legs spread, buttocks high, waist lowered, striking a perfectly alluring
pose. The constant thrusting of my hips was a prelude to the man's glans pounding in; I knew I was about to receive that thick
penetration again.

The grinding of the glans between my labia was incredibly smooth; even the slightest scraping ignited a long-buried desire within me.
A brute force satisfied all my expectations. He was completely different from my husband; he would only thrust all the way in, one
after another. That strength and ferocity made me constantly fear him.

"Mmm!"

"Ugh..."

When the man entered my body for the second time, I suddenly realized I wasn't in as much pain. That forceful
penetration gave me a different experience, or rather, a feeling I didn't want to admit.

My husband always penetrated very slowly; often I couldn't even feel his presence, which led to many jokes
.

The man began to thrust violently, his lower abdomen slamming against my buttocks. The immense force shook me
violently, and I gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, fearing the wild thrusts from behind would throw me off at any moment.
The man's thrusts were relentless, the rapid, deep penetration making me worry that my body might disintegrate at any moment.

"Ahhh...ouch...couldn't you...be gentler..." I managed to utter a complaint through sheer willpower
.

Unexpectedly, the thrusting from behind stopped abruptly. The wild, forceful thrusting ceased without warning,
but his thick, long penis still filled my vagina. The man's lower abdomen pressed tightly against my buttocks, and
suddenly my hair was grabbed and pulled back by the man.

"I was wrong...I was wrong...I didn't mean it that way, please, please..." Before the man could even
speak, I was already trembling with fear. What was I thinking? Even if I was complaining, I shouldn't have said it out loud
! I didn't want to be threatened with having my fingers or toes cut off again.

"Are you sure you want me to be gentle?"

"Wh...what?" I was too terrified to react to what the man said.

"Is your husband usually very gentle when he's with you?" The man's words were hot against my ear.

"..."

"Answer the question!" A hint of anger seeped into the man's deep voice.

"Yes, yes..." I dared not disobey the man's command. The deep fear left me no time to think.
Perhaps the more straightforward the answer, the more I could avoid more cruel persecution.

"Does my wife still crave such boring things?" The man licked my earlobe.

"I...I don't know." My body trembled as the man licked me, and my vagina inexplicably contracted and clenched
my penis, as if my body was confirming whether that thick thing was still inside me.

"Then my wife will find out sooner or later."

After the man finished speaking, one hand reached from under my armpit to the front and grasped one of my breasts. The other hand pulled
my arm, making my body lean back. At the same time, the thrusting started again, this time the angle of insertion
changed from back to front to bottom to top.

"Ah...mmm...ahhh..." The upward thrust from the man lifted me into the air
, my toes almost leaving the ground.

After a dozen or so thrusts, I suddenly felt my toes lose their support, and my body was lifted up by a force
. I then realized that the man had his hands supporting my legs, lifting me up completely. My upper body
lost its balance, and I had to lean back, nestled in the man's arms, my head resting in the crook of his neck
.

His thick stubble was right next to my cheek. This intimate position made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Was I
actively welcoming the villain's assault? The fierce thrusting didn't allow me to think carefully; the frenzied invasion of my lower body almost
suffocated me.

"Ahhhhhh...mmm...mmm...ahhhhhhh..." I could no longer suppress
the sounds escaping my throat, whether they were pitiful or lewd.

At the final moment of ejaculation, the man gripped my thighs tightly with both hands, as if using all his strength.
A dull ache radiated from my thighs as his thick, long penis plunged deep into my vagina. I felt
as if I were sitting in a gushing hot spring, gushes of heat rushing through my vagina and into my uterus,
overwhelming me with no room for restraint, ejaculating until I felt swollen and slightly bulging.

After about ten seconds, I felt the man's throbbing penis calm down. He loosened his grip and
lowered me. My legs buckled as soon as my feet touched the ground; if the man hadn't held my waist,
I would have collapsed to my knees.

"Your legs are weak from being fucked?" The man's voice was full of mockery.

Although I didn't answer his question, I inwardly despised myself. I
never expected to be so weak, displaying such a seductive demeanor in front of a man.

"Finish cooking, I'm even hungrier now." The man moved back behind me, leading me back to
the stove.

Reluctantly, I had to start cooking again. But just as I was about to begin, I felt something strange between my legs
, like something cool was flowing down my inner thighs. I lifted my apron, opened one leg,
and discovered it was semen flowing from my vagina. I grabbed a paper towel to wipe my soiled
genitals.

"Don't wipe! Keep working!" the man's voice was unyielding.

I had to pull the paper towel back, forcing myself to suppress the flow and refocus on cooking
. But the annoying semen seemed to be deliberately working against me; its cool, slow flow felt like a malicious teasing,
every inch of my skin feeling distinctly clear. The

cool, itchy, mischievous semen had spread to my ankles, finally
forming a sticky, muddy mess between my feet and shoes.

"Beautiful lady, alluring body, let's see, tsk tsk tsk... what's that dripping sound
?"

I heard the man's mockery behind me. I knew he was deliberately humiliating me to gain
perverse pleasure. I thought, let him say what he wanted; it wouldn't hurt me anyway. I needed to finish cooking quickly, otherwise,
if the man got angry, I might suffer some more.

"After looking at the bottom, let's look at the top, see if this lady is pretty or not..."

I ignored the man's perverted teasing, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something in his hand. I
turned my head and saw a cell phone! Could it be that he was recording, no, recording all along?! I was
stunned by the man's actions. Did he prevent me from wiping my genitals just to record this lewd and obscene scene? He
lingered behind me for a moment earlier; did he also record his own filthy genitals?

"Look, even the surprised look on this beautiful lady's face is so beautiful." The man looked at me with a wicked grin.

Soon, the man showed me my worst fears: a woman appeared in the video.
His back was exposed; his naked body was tightly wrapped in an apron, his fair back and rounded buttocks particularly eye-catching, and his
straight, full thighs accentuated his sex appeal.

The camera zoomed in, filling the entire frame with his round buttocks, slowly moving downwards,
revealing milky white semen constantly overflowing from his slightly red labia. Some flowed down his thighs, some dripped down, the camera following his every move
from his thighs to his ankles, the pervasive flow of semen seemingly never ceasing. At the end of the video was my shocked
expression, and a scene showing only his chest, his buttocks and thighs exposed.

I wanted to grab the phone and smash it to pieces, as if the man were the phone, to destroy him along with it. But I
suppressed my impulse; I knew I couldn't succeed. I slowly shifted my gaze back, continuing to numbly
cook.

"As long as you're obedient, no one will know any of this, you understand," the man said, taking back his phone.

The food was ready, and the man asked me to eat with him, to serve him food. Sitting at the familiar table,
yet dining with a stranger, seemingly a loving and harmonious couple, filled me with dread. Was the man
satisfied?

After he finished eating, he left the room. All afternoon, until my husband returned, I didn't see the man
again, as if he had never been there. But I knew he wouldn't leave; perhaps he was hiding in the warehouse, perhaps
he went somewhere else.

My husband, as usual, was polite and calm. After dinner, he went to his study, busy with his never-
ending work. I stood by the window, looking at the dark warehouse in the backyard, at the slightly ajar door, like a newly
opened abyss, utterly black, instilling a chilling sense of despair.

Looking into that darkness, besides despair and fear, I seemed to anticipate something. The oppressive and monotonous life
made me crave any change, but this nightmarish experience was not the change or
surprise I desired. Sometimes I fantasize that a prince or hero will rescue me from this suffocating life.
But in the end, I'd probably only see a villain or a demon.

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