“Horace, I can’t take it anymore…oh…”
“We’re not even finished yet, little fox.” A new round of sex began. As she forced back her urge to vomit, Selina Jones turned the surveillance device off.
That was her husband. After getting married for three years, he never touched her, yet he had been living a dissipated life, indulging in alcohol and women outside the house.
The sound of the door being banged was heard from the outside. Her mother-in-law, Lindsay Hamilton, was yelling outside again, “What are you doing hiding inside again? Are you planning to rebel when Horace is not home? After three years of marriage and can’t even give birth to a child, how ridiculous is that? Hurry up and come out to cook. Do you want to make me starve?”
Selina sneered. Giving birth to children was not a one-person-business, could she possibly reproduce asexually?
She held back her disgust, pulled the door open and went to the kitchen. That was her life as a housewife. She had given up her chance to work independently, given up everything since she joined the Keith family.
She thought as long as she made effort and contributed, she would get Horace Keith’s heart. Yet from what she saw now, even though she had given up everything, what she got in return was only abhorrence from the whole family. Who would care about the agony she felt?
“Oh! Selina Jones, are you insane? I ask you to cook, are you trying to disgust me by mixing your blood into the food?” She heard Lindsay babbling once again and only then did she realize that she had actually cut her finger. Yet she could not feel any pain. Looking at the fresh blood and her mother-in-law’s frightened look, the last bit of urge for defiance left in her heart soared.
The night was late. Selina was walking along a narrow and grimy street with an expressionless face, yet there was an upsurge of joy of almost getting freedom inside her. That was the bottommost slum in the whole of Russell City. The place was being exploited and there were ruins everywhere.
Because of this, it was a place gathered with many beggars of low social status and drunkards. Since the Keith family had given her a cold shoulder but did not allow her to divorce, she decided to disgust them this one time. She was going to find the filthiest and ugliest person to lose her cherry tonight.
She heard a moan from a corner and she braced herself to walk there. There was a man lying there under the yellow streetlight. His clothes had been stained with blood everywhere and its original look was impossible to tell. The area was prone with fighting and violence; therefore he must be a gangster too. Selina gritted her teeth, extended her hands and unbuttoned the man’s shirt. As she unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, she felt her heart racing.
The man’s chest was shown. The chill that touched Selina’s skin made her shivered in fear. As she almost finished unbuttoning his shirt, she suddenly heard a soft voice of reproach beside her. “What are you doing?” Selina shuddered.
The man had opened his eyes and was glaring at her, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. There was a moment which Selina actually had the desire to escape, yet she held back her urge when she remembered the obnoxious look of those from the Keith family.
“What do you think I am doing?” Selina completely unbuttoned his shirt with her delicate hands and she slowly slid her hands under the man’s shirt, rubbing his chest. Her reckless action had made the man’s muscles tensed.
Selina took off her shirt and clung to him. Her unique fragrance and tenderness resembled a magical tentacle that grabbed the man’s limbs and body. Seeing her awkward movement, the man could not hold it any longer, he sat up and turned. “You ask for it, lady.”
The moment Selina lost her virginity, a tear dropped from the corner of her eye. The man who was working aggressively suddenly stopped. He kissed her tear away and held her hand patiently, achieving orgasm with her.