A red silk scarf

My name is Shagen, and I'm 18 years old.

My parents are related by blood, and although doctors have determined that my IQ will forever remain at the level of a 10-year-old, this also means I can retain a childlike innocence for a long time. However, due to a congenital defect, I appear rather dull and slow-witted.

My mother is an honest, simple farmer's wife, frail and sickly, unable to do farm work. My father is a butcher in the village; he's very skilled at raising and slaughtering pigs, the best butcher in the surrounding villages, and also adept at curing salted meat and ham. He's always busy with work, and the family's livelihood depends on him, which is quite good.

He doesn't stay home much; he's always out selling meat. When he comes home, he's often drunk, smashing bowls and tables, beating my mother and me, and cursing me as a useless, stupid thing who won't be able to take over his trade and will have a hard time finding a wife. He says I'm too much like my mother, and at home, we look like two idiots, which makes him furious.

At this point, all my mother could do was cry. I knew he didn't like me, and I didn't want to see my mother cry, so rather than staying at home with my father, I preferred to go out and hang out with the village children.

That day, my father went to the market early in the morning to sell meat, and I took the opportunity to run with my "buddies," who were much shorter than me, to the hollow behind the village to play hide-and-seek. In this game, I was always the one who was "it" and had to find them, and I couldn't refuse, afraid they wouldn't let me play with them anymore.

We played from afternoon until almost evening. The last time I was "it," after counting to one hundred, I couldn't find anyone. As it got dark, I was unwilling to give up. Since I couldn't find anyone, I decided to go up the hillside to get a better view. I crawled into the woods on the hillside and heard some strange noises not far away. I went over and saw a strange sight in the distance.

A young woman was hanging naked from a tree, her body limp and chest down, her arms and legs folded behind her back. Her braid was pulled straight up, and her face was tilted back, making muffled sounds as if something was stuffed in her mouth.

A tall man stood behind her, his pants pulled down to his knees, his hands around her waist, his hips pressed against her buttocks, shoving her repeatedly. Her body lurched forward with each thrust, and with each thrust, she cried out louder. The sound only reached where I was.

As I watched, a sudden fear gripped me, and I quickly hid behind the tree. For some reason, I remembered the agonizing screams of pigs being slaughtered when my father was working. Although this girl's mouth was gagged, the sounds that escaped were much more pleasant than those screams. But I still realized this was no good, and I only dared to watch secretly from behind the tree.

The dark figure thrust even more vigorously against the girl, her voice hoarse from screaming. With each thrust, she groaned, sounding like she was in pain, yet her movements grew faster and faster. Soon, the large man placed a hand on her neck, and suddenly, her voice ceased.

The man continued thrusting, and every now and then, the girl's body would twist and arch upwards, then relax, then twist again. The intervals between each thrust became shorter, but the duration of each thrust grew longer and longer. Eventually, she would twitch after each thrust, like a large, arched shrimp, making strange "clucking" sounds, like bubbles bursting in boiling water.

The man seemed to prefer her like this, pressing his buttocks even closer to hers. Whenever her waist twisted to its highest point, he thrust even harder, breathing even more heavily. This didn't last long; after one particularly prolonged waist-twisting movement, she completely slumped down, her previously taut body going limp.

Almost simultaneously, the man roared, twisting his waist violently several times before deflating like a punctured pig's bladder, collapsing motionless on the girl's back, only panting. The weight of his weight caused the branches tied to the rope to sway rustling, and leaves to fall.

The woods seemed to quiet down considerably. I didn't even dare to breathe loudly. The man lay there for a while, then got up again and started touching the girl's buttocks. After that, he touched her body all over, especially her breasts, which he rubbed and kneaded. As I watched her breasts sway and change shape in his hands, sometimes visible and sometimes not, a surge of heat rushed from my body upwards into my brain. I vaguely realized the nature of what he had just done.

It was already late, and only a few dim moonlight shone in the dark forest. I couldn't see what he looked like at all. I just saw him grope her enough, then return to the girl who was hanging there. I turned to the side and saw that his penis was erect and sticking up high. He held one of her spread thighs with one hand, and with the other hand, he aimed his penis at something and thrust it in, pressing it against her buttocks. Then, he grabbed her ankles, which were tied together and hanging there, and pressed her down on his hips and started thrusting again.

I was already exhausted, crouching in the shade of the tree. Seeing them start again, I grew anxious and hungry, remembering I hadn't eaten dinner. If they stayed all night, I dared not leave, nor dared I disturb them. What to do? Lost in thought, I leaned against the tree trunk, a wave of drowsiness washing over me, my vision blurring. It seemed like only a moment after my eyelids closed, I suddenly snapped back to reality. A dark shadow flashed past me. I quickly recognized it as a tall man hurrying by. The figure seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. He was gone. I waited until all was quiet before standing up and heading towards the spot.

The little girl was still there, dangling forlornly! The moonlight shone down on me, and I realized I'd been dozing for quite a while. The girl was completely naked, her skin glowing white and delicate in the moonlight. Her hands and feet were tied high behind her back, tightly bound together with thick hemp rope. Her face was tilted back, and her two long braids were pulled straight and tied to knots at her wrists and ankles. No wonder her head was being pulled up like that. I recognized her immediately—she was from my village, Donglan!

Donglan was a girl from the Guo clan in my village, three years younger than me. Even I, a bit of a simpleton, could see she was pretty. People said she had a delicate oval face, a slender figure, and a dignified and composed demeanor rarely seen in mountain people.

She's destined for great things and riches. All I know is that she's the most well-behaved and gentle among us childhood friends. I can't recall her ever teasing or making fun of me. She's still young, and matchmakers are practically breaking down her door. Every young man my age is interested in her. I recently heard that her family has arranged a marriage for her with a young man from a neighboring village who's serving in the military. They'll be able to marry him once he's discharged. I was so disappointed. I never imagined she'd be hanging around in front of me like this.

But her current appearance was indescribable. Her once pretty and delicate face was now as dim as the moon. Her big eyes were now wide open, bulging out, her brows were furrowed, and her expression was frozen with pain, distress, and a little strange confusion. Her skin was a little bluish-purple, and white foam was flowing from under her high and delicate nose. A huge walnut was stuffed into her mouth, filling her cherry-like mouth completely. The rope attached to the walnut was tied tightly behind her head, and white foamy saliva was overflowing from the corners of her mouth and around the huge walnut, dripping down her chin.

I had never seen her like this before. I felt uncomfortable all over, sweating profusely. I reached out to check her pulse, but there was no breath. Her face was already cold. I looked at her body again and saw that under the shadow of her chin, there was a red scarf wrapped around her neck, the kind that young girls often wear. But now the scarf was tightly wrapped around her neck, leaving a dent. So that's how she was strangled, which is why she couldn't scream and was strangled to death!

Looking at Donglan's body, she was bound haphazardly with thick hemp ropes. She was upside down, which made her buttocks stick out and her thighs stick up. They were bound together with her bent arms in layers, and her arches were almost straight at her ankles. This tight binding method seemed familiar to me. Her thighs were wide open, probably because the man had been with her for a long time. Her lower body was naked.

This was the first time I'd ever seen what a woman's lower body looked like. It turned out she didn't have a penis like mine; instead, there was only an opening in that area, with a few sparse black hairs around it. The opening was half-open, like a slit, and some milky white, sticky liquid was oozing out, covering her buttocks. What?

I couldn't figure it out. I recalled the man pushing and shoving her there, and how he seemed to enjoy it, but I still didn't understand. My lower body felt hot and was throbbing painfully. Looking at her quiet expression, I touched her buttocks; the flesh was firm and nice to touch, but a little cold. I felt I had to do something to feel better, to stop this discomfort. Then I remembered the scene of someone touching her breasts.

Bending down, I saw that her breasts were also bound tightly with ropes from the base, making her nipples bulge out like two large white steamed buns, their tips sticking out. I crawled under her belly, lay on my back, and carefully observed and touched them. I saw that the ropes were intertwined on her belly, forming a grid-like shape, with her breasts right at the key part of the pattern, making them particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Her breasts were very beautiful.

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