The night, profoundly mysterious and unclear.
In the darkness, the man's hot breath was spraying on my neck.
For how many times that I have lost count, I have been pinned against the wall by a man. His strength was remarkable as the hotel bed repeatedly banged against the wall, causing a friction between my back and the wall.
His movements were rough, as though he was grinding me into pieces.
I was in excruciating pain, yet I was powerless to resist.
Because... I had been drugged.
The one who drugged me was my husband, Li Mushen.
And the whole tale started a week ago.
One morning, I woke up only to find myself lying in a hospital, unable to move or speak, yet conscious.
I overheard the doctor's declaration that I had entered a vegetative state and then my husband expressed extreme sorrow.
At that moment, I mentally scolded the doctor, criticizing him for making my husband upset. But little did I know, after the doctor left, the developments took a shocking turn.
My husband, surprisingly, pulled out his cell phone and was joyfully informing his mistress that they could be together soon.
I was both shocked and heartbroken, and I resolved to divorce him.
But it turned out that was not the worst yet.
The worst part was, he was considering signing an organ donation agreement with the hospital. Fortunately, my mother barged in at the nick of time.
I only just managed to save my life.
Later, my mother transferred me to a different hospital. Under a friend's examination, it was discovered that I was not in a vegetative state. Instead, I had been maliciously injected with a drug which rendered me unable to speak or move.
The first person that came to mind was Li Mushen. Therefore, I despised him thoroughly. I completely lost hope in him.
After being discharged from the hospital, I planned on getting a divorce. However, upon returning home, I was informed that my mother-in-law had sold my five-year-old daughter.
At the time, she refused to admit it. Under my persistent questioning, she eventually revealed the truth, much to her annoyance.
Upon hearing the news, I couldn't bear it any longer!
Immediately, I called the police.
Later, my mother-in-law was detained. My husband asked me to withdraw the charges, but I refused.
Then, he tricked me again.
On the way to find my daughter in Yancheng, he knocked me out. When I woke up, I found myself drugged and lying in this room.
Then, this drunken man barged in.
Initially, I attempted to explain to him that I wasn't a prostitute, but, the man was really drunk and wouldn't let me speak. He covered my mouth immediately.
What followed were waves of assault, each more frantic than the last.
At first, I struggled, but eventually, I became numb.
"Huanhuan…"
I don't know how much time has passed, but the man finally lets out a low growl, marking an end to it all.
With a loosening of his grip, my body starts to slide down the wall gradually.
Drugged and utterly worn out by the man's unceasing advances, I have no ounce of energy left. With a swift scoop of his large hand, I tumble into his embrace.
After the fiery passion has subsided, an absolute silence permeates the room.
His breathing gradually stabilizes, and it seems as though he falls asleep into a state of utter contentment.
And yet, I can only lay there, as tears flow down my cheeks.
I thought I would be crying for a long time, but unexpectedly, after only a short while, I too fell asleep.
....
The following day, I wake up to find the man beside me still in deep slumber.
The sunlight trickles in through the French windows, casting a light glow that shrouds his face. It's then that I realize just how handsome the man beside me truly is.
His high, prominent nose, his long, lush lashes, and his thick black hair scattered across the pillow make him appear like an unguarded child, unrecognizable from the man who was unrelenting in his demands last night.
Looking at his face, I find myself momentarily lost in a trance.