What's being loaded?

  After many years, I still remember the scene clearly. The lights were shining brightly, and I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and did what he said. I had never accompanied anyone in such a sober state before. He casually asked me if I was a virgin.

  I saw his expression was clearly disbelieving, I shook my head and honestly replied to him, "I'm not!"

  He coldly sneered at me, what's with the pretence? Let me lean against the pillow!

  His tone was full of disdain and ridicule, with contempt in his eyes. I immediately sat up, holding the pillow behind me, leaning back honestly, and posing in a particularly shameful posture.

  My body is in so much pain it feels like I'm being split open, and the lower part of my body is burning with pain! I dare not make a sound, fearing he'll think of another way to torment me. I tightly grasp the pillow and try my best to cooperate with him. I recall a sentence I saw at an internet cafe not long ago: Life is like being raped, if you can't resist it, then just enjoy it.

  If I saw the person who said that, I would definitely spit in his face. I'm dying of pain, my abdomen is shaking with pain, where's the pleasure, and the tyrant above is fiercely doing it, as if I wasn't born by a mother.

  The tyrant's eyes had no desire, his expression was light and couldn't see how much interest he had, nor did he pay attention to me. Nor did I know how long the commotion lasted, but he finally let go, pushing me away, with the bathrobe still neatly on his body.

  He didn't even glance at me and went into the bathroom, as if he was afraid of catching some terrible bacteria. In fact, he also knew I didn't even have gynecological inflammation. I think he looked down on me, men are just problematic, they look down on girls but still want to find girls!

  I lay there for a while, my lower abdomen and private parts were sore and numb. After catching my breath, I pulled out a few paper towels to wipe myself clean, only to find that they were all stained with blood. It seemed that I had torn something.

  I knew I should leave, got up to find my clothes, where are my clothes in this house?! I thought I put them in the basket when I was cooling off earlier. Through the frosted glass, I vaguely saw him wiping his body and sat on the sofa waiting for me. Soon he came out, wearing a beige silk pajama. Seeing me naked, he disdainfully asked if I wanted more.

  I was so scared that my mouth was trembling and I couldn't speak clearly, stuttering as I tried to explain, "My clothes are inside!"

  He took a stack of money from the cabinet and threw it at me, saying "Get dressed and get out!"

  I hastily nodded and quickly walked into the bathroom. My body was still shaking. My hands were not listening to commands, it took several attempts to fasten the bra buckle. When I came out, the tyrant was gone, apparently this was his palace for solving physiological needs.

  The house was empty and I didn't dare stay any longer, so I transferred the money into my bag and quickly walked out.

  As I walked out of the small white building, I realized that this place was very remote and there were no taxis at all. Except for the lights from a few houses around, it was pitch black. To say I wasn't afraid would be an exaggeration. I picked up my phone and called Chen Sang, asking her to come pick me up as soon as possible.

  I didn't dare to wander around, so I crouched under the street lamp in front of Xiaobai Building, waiting for Chen Sang with a pounding heart.

  I was both shocked and scared, so I took out the stack of money that Ba Wang had given me, which was folded in half and tied with a rubber band. I knew that one bundle was 10,000 yuan, but I carefully counted the red bills again and again, only then did I feel at ease. Now, only money can give me a sense of security.