Dealing with Tigers

“It’s simple, I’m still not over it,” he suddenly lifted me up by the waist, kicked open the bathroom door, and walked out. “You damn well dared to forget that I was the one holding a man while you slept! Tell me, do you despise losing your first time to me or to some beast!” He threw me down heavily in front of the bed, ripped off the bath towel, and flung it aside. “Yes! …Exactly right! I just… despise you scumbags who drug women… and force them to submit!” His eyes were dazed as he looked at me, his fingers gently tracing my lips, outlining their shape, and pressing slightly where my lips met, trying to slip his finger inside. “Suck it,” he whispered hoarsely. His voice was like a spell, and his touch seemed like magic; I craved his closeness in any form! Suppressing the urge to open my mouth and take it in, I clenched my teeth and shook my head violently. His finger was left hanging in the air. His hot body then pressed down, the sensation of his closeness making a moan escape from my lips, echoing in my ears, colliding aimlessly in my mind. I couldn’t believe it and covered my mouth with both hands, but he wickedly removed my hands, pressing them onto the bed, and licked the stiff side of my neck with his tongue. The unbearable sounds were bitten back into muffled whimpers. “Why did I have to meet you?” This question should have come from me, the one with bad luck! He bit down hard on my neck. Ah! He’s gone mad! Lust, heat, and pain mingled together, forcing me to struggle and twist wildly. Whether for revenge or as an outlet, I bit down hard on his shoulder, refusing to let go. He released his grip, but his body still pinned me down. With my head on the bed, by my ear, he continued to let me bite. Seeing that I had no intention of letting go, he almost pressed his lips to my right ear, blowing a hot breath into it, feeling my uncontrollable shivers, he laughed with satisfaction, exhaling more hot air, “I didn’t force you to submit; you decide if you want me.” With that, he released his grip on my hands, and I immediately wrapped my arms around him. I wanted it, but couldn’t say it, feeling my teeth sinking into flesh. “Beg me if you want it,” he suddenly sucked on my earlobe. “Aren’t you very stubborn? Let’s see how you’ll beg someone you despise!” His hands continued to tease, and I bit down harder. His humiliation somehow soothed the restlessness within me, and I was disgusted with myself. He pried open my mouth, the taste of blood filled the air, the bloody wound on his shoulder tinting my vision red. In his eyes, I saw myself with a bloodied mouth, laughing wildly. “Beg you?” I asked sarcastically. Nightmare-like cries filled my ears, desperate, “No! No! Oh? Weren’t you going to die before you’d scream? Go in and see your mom, she’s inside!” “No… let her go… I’ll do anything you ask… just let… her go! Go in! Aren’t you looking for your mom? Go to the bedside!” “Xia Xia… don’t be afraid… be good… sit on the sofa… close… your eyes and don’t open them… stop crying… be obedient… still want to play dead? Your daughter is watching us, Yang Xiaxia, open your eyes!” “No!” “Will you beg me to take you?” “Say it! Let Xia Xia hear!” “I won’t let you go, you’ll never escape! Try running again, and you’ll lose even more! You can’t afford it! You can’t leave me!” …Madness, all of it! What do women mean to him? He lifted my robe, grabbed my ankles, forced them apart, and pressed down, rubbing and colliding, kissing fiercely to suck the blood from my mouth… Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving me arching to reclaim his warmth. “Do you want it?” My actions proved it. Yes, I truly needed a reproductive organ! He panted heavily, guiding my hand under his robe to stroke downward, making me grip it, “Spread your legs wider, say, beg me to take you!” “Ha, it’s you who wants me, isn’t it? …You just… want me to satisfy your ridiculous vanity! Beg you, please take me… like this?” My tone was so soft it could drip oil. “If you want it… just say it directly, strip naked, kneel… before me and beg me to satisfy you, this lecher… I’ll definitely… help you!” The force he applied to my hand was overwhelming! “Gentle… ah!” He fell forward, supporting himself with an elbow, struggling to free a hand to stop me. “It’s useless,” I laughed wildly, “The harder you push… the harder I’ll bite…” He closed his eyes tightly, brows furrowed in pain, his face probably as pale as his precious part, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth, “Let go.” My hand was nearly crushed by his grip. I couldn’t exert more force, only maintaining the status quo, “You should… let go… otherwise, I can’t… guarantee…” He obediently let go, collapsing onto me. In the darkness, our intertwined bodies trembled, each enduring… My hand hurt so much, I let go, “You were close…” He opened his eyes, flames of anger in them, veins bulging on his forehead! I dared not continue (almost made him infertile)… Actually, I was quite afraid of him. He could kill me, but unfortunately, he couldn’t move now, lying on top of me, possibly passed out from pain or heartbroken over the humiliation. I was truly despicable, what wouldn’t I do? My blood was a mixture of perversion, the kind that would leave an indelible stain after evaporating, just like that person’s, a pervert! Qi Yufeng woke up, surprisingly, he didn’t plan to dismember me or throw me into a group of lustful beasts; he just stared at me, like watching a pervert, and casually pulled my hand out of my mouth. “You chose this yourself!” He threw my hand back at me. “Of course~” I took it and stuffed it back into my mouth. “Good, worthy of Yang Yi’s daughter…” What was he talking about? I turned to face a clean, white wall. I am my mother’s daughter. The morning sunlight streamed through the glass, lighting up the room. Closing my eyes, it was a mix of warm orange and black, just like that night. Did my mother see? I was very quiet. Footsteps approached; it was Qi Yufeng. He untied me, wiping all the fluids from my body with a towel. “The drug’s effect has worn off,” he said. His voice was cold and dry, reeking of alcohol. He lay down, pulling my limp body into his embrace. I was surprisingly obedient because his movements were gentle, reminiscent of something familiar.