That day, I spent two of the most unsightly hours of my life.

And the man who abused me is not an exaggeration to describe him as a brute.

Not only did he tear my clothes, but he also took out props to prepare for the so-called foreplay. When his hand came over, I thought I should bite my tongue and kill myself.

Unfortunately, he sensed my movements, pulled out his belt and whipped me wildly in the abdomen, the expression on his face was more distorted than all the monsters in his memory, and could give people nightmares for a lifetime. As I struggled, the tape around my mouth came loose, and I screamed, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and pulled out a ball of stockings to gagged my mouth.

"Call Daddy!"

"Call twice and listen—"

"Learn the call in the film, learn how to make men happy!"

"Tsk, forget, you can't speak now. ”

His hand struck his chest, and the corners of his mouth cracked in a terrible arc, "It's started, it's all wet." ”

He tried to violate, and when he slackened, I kicked him in the vital point, angering him again. Like a bloodthirsty beast, he furiously picked up the beer bottle on the ground and smashed it into pieces, scooped up the largest broken glass, and plunged it directly into my right arm.

It hurts, it hurts so much that I forget when he came in......

His foul-smelling mouth swept across my neck, gnawing a bloody streak fiercely, "Wow!" he pulled out his stockings, shook the shards of broken glass stuck in my right arm, and threatened, "Call Daddy, good daughter, call Daddy." I love you so much!"

The sound of shame in physical contact echoed in my ears, as if someone had taken a knife and tried to break my eardrums.

I think it's time for my life to come to an end.

"Call, learn from the video, obediently, let's change positions, you carry it. ”

The silence, the ignorance, completely aroused his anger, and he exerted the force in his hand, and his jaw clicked as if his bones were cracked.

Enduring the severe pain, I opened my mouth with difficulty and asked the beast on my body, "...... me What the hell did you do wrong?"

"What? Listen to it again, but Dad didn't hear it. ”

I almost yelled, pulling at all the wounds on my body, "What the hell did I do wrong-"

"You didn't do anything wrong. ”

"It's wrong, you shouldn't have a mother like that, who told her to find me such a brute, right, ahhhhhhhhhhhh It's pretty good—"

He said I didn't do anything wrong...... Twenty years after I was born, I have always cared about the feelings of others, so I have almost never taken the initiative to what I want, and I have only held in my heart what I want to say, I am only afraid that I will hurt others...... I've always lived like this, so what did I do wrong? Why did he do this to me?

"Let's go, go to the window, and let the people on the road see you too!"

He set me up, and eagerly opened the curtains, and the sun shone brightly into the gloomy room, illuminating everything but me.

Outside, the sky is much wider. Miraculously, at this most desperate moment, I actually turned out the window and asked for help. I thought I wouldn't be able to live anymore. Is this timidity, or tenacity......

"Be louder, hiss, shit, my mother told you that your mother had done this stupid thing, and then, sssssss

The heart is like ashes, but he still does not forget the desperate situation of survival. In my life, I have only made decisions on this one thing more decisively than ever before, and I trust myself more than ever.

With my hands quickly grabbing the bottle on the floor, I slammed it against the window with all my might, the broken glass refracting the bright light and splashing in all directions like a cascading waterfall. There's a sinful red on it. That's my blood.

The hot wind was blowing on me, and the sun had never been so bright. I tried to find a glimmer of hope in the quiet light.

"Help—help—"

"Shut up!"

I don't want a reputation, I don't want an image, and I can even put up with others scolding me for breaking my shoes. I can get rid of the things that women in this world care about, but the only thing I can't get rid of is my soul.

He said I was not at fault, so I had no reason to give in.

"Help me, save me!"

"Fuck me, shut up!"

Someone noticed the anomaly and looked up. The beast behind him seemed to have been ignited to the very end.

He picked up the bottle in my hand and ran it along the line of my spine, blood gushing out.

The bottle just now should have hit him in the head, and it should have given him a fatal blow. What the hell am I doing...... I still have scruples, even if others use me as a plaything.

This tyrannical game continues. As long as he hasn't fully unleashed his perverted instincts, I'll never be able to escape.

"Help me, please!"

The man downstairs was walking towards here, and the brute sensed his presence, and he pushed me down, shoved one hand into my mouth, and yelled at the window: "Look at what the fuck you see, no, what should I do!"

"Let's go—haven't you seen the couple run errands?

With hatred, I bit the man's bones, and he slapped me twice and continued to be violent.

Then provoke him like this, and he'll kill me......

The clear blue sky outside the window woke me up from despair again.

I remembered saying to Zhao Yilun in front of the museum's square, I want to go to Prague.

I haven't been there yet......

After I go out, will I still be able to see Zhao Yilun again? Is he already gone, does he think I'm dirty and doesn't want me anymore?

But even so, I still want to see him, I want to see the scenery I haven't seen, and I want to walk the road I haven't walked. I still want to see my dad, even if he scolds me...... I also want to see my brother, even if he dislikes me.

I just want to live.

So I can only obey.

I submissively cater to him, obediently satisfy all his fantasies about a woman as a beast, and obediently be a shameless slut in bed.

The last string in my heart was torn off at this time.

The body is suffering heavy damage and humiliation, and the soul is being turbidized little by little, falling fragile to the ground and shattering.

All in order to defend the last remaining point, the hope of living.

While he was immersed in endless joy and could not break free, I pulled out the broken glass from my arm and chiseled it through his abdomen.

I thought it would take a lot of force, but the layer of flesh that people protect their abdomen is so weak...... I could even feel the squirming intestines inside.

Blood flowed down my cheeks and slowly trickled down the corners of my mouth.

His eyes began to drift. And I, in my whole head, only remember what he said.

There's nothing wrong with you.