She was tied to an iron bed with leather ropes and lay on her back.A rope was strangled across his chest, and his hands were handcuffed to the side of the bed. She had already given up breaking free.Although awake, his eyes were closed.If she opened her eyes, she would find herself in darkness, with only a faint light seeping through the door.My mouth seems to have bad breath, I wish I could brush my teeth. She listened carefully, and if there were footsteps, it meant he was coming.I don't know how late it is, but I feel that it is too late and he won't come to see her.At this time, the bed suddenly shook, and she couldn't help opening her eyes. It seemed that a certain machine in a corner of the building had started.After a few seconds, she was still not sure if it was her fantasy.

She registered another day in her mind. This is the forty-third day of captivity. Her nose itched, so she turned her head and rubbed it against the pillow.His body was sweating, and the room was stuffy and hot.She was wearing a simple pajamas, but she was huddled under her body.If you move your hips slightly, you can use your thumb and forefinger to pinch one side of the pajamas and pull them down a few inches at a time.On the other side, she did the same thing.But there is still an uneven crease just below the back waist.The mattress had lumpy lumps.Being quarantined has greatly heightened her sensory acuity, which she wouldn't have noticed otherwise.The leather rope was not tied tightly, and she could change her position and lie on her side, but it was still uncomfortable, because one hand would always be pressed by her side, and the whole arm would gradually lose feeling.

She wasn't afraid, but felt a great, smoldering anger. At the same time, she was troubled by some unpleasant imaginations, not knowing what would happen to her.I really hate this feeling of helplessness.No matter how hard she tried to focus elsewhere, to pass the time and divert attention from her situation, the fear seeped out bit by bit, as if a cloud of poisonous gas hovered around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her at any moment.She found that the most effective way to keep her fear from approaching was to fantasize about things that would give her strength.So she closed her eyes and imagined the smell of gasoline.

He sat in the car with the windows rolled down.She ran to the car, threw gasoline through the window, and lit a match.In just a blink of an eye, flames burst out, and he struggled and twisted his body, screaming in fear and pain.She could smell the burnt flesh and the pungent stench of plastic and upholstery turning to carbon on the seat. She must have dozed off, so she didn't hear the footsteps, but she was wide awake when the door opened.The light at the door blinded her. He came after all. He is tall.I don't know how old he is, but he has messy reddish-brown hair, a thin goatee, and black-rimmed glasses.Still smells like aftershave.

She hates the smell of him. He stood at the end of the bed, watching her for a while. She hated his silence. Only his figure could be seen from the light at the door.Then he spoke.His voice was deep and clear, emphasizing every word like a pedant. She hates his voice. He said today is her birthday and wished her a happy birthday.There was no unkindness or sarcasm in the tone, no emotion.She thought he should be smiling. She hates him. He leaned forward, walked to the head of the bed, put the wet back of his hand on her forehead, stroked his fingers along the hairline, probably to express his kindness.It was his birthday present to her.

She hates his touch. She saw his mouth moving, but she blocked his voice, didn't want to hear it, didn't want to answer.She heard him raise his voice, as if annoyed at her lack of response.He mentioned mutual trust, and after a few minutes fell silent.She ignored his gaze.So he shrugged and started adjusting her leather straps.He pulled the straps around her chest slightly tighter, then bent down to look down at her. She twisted sharply to the left, away from him, as unexpectedly as possible, with the leather strap stretched to the limit.She lifted her knee towards her chin and kicked his head hard, aiming at his Adam's apple, her toe touched somewhere under his chin.It's a pity that he was already prepared and turned sideways, so he just bumped lightly.She tried to kick again, but it was out of reach.

Her legs gave way and she fell onto the bed. The sheets hang down to the floor.Her pajamas were also pulled up to her hips. For a long time he stood motionless, without saying a word.Then go around the end of the bed and tie the feet tighter.She tried to raise her legs, but he grabbed her ankle and pressed down on her knee with the other hand, then tied the foot with a leather strap.Then go to the other side of the bed and bind the other foot. At this point she was completely helpless. He picked up the sheet on the floor and covered her, and looked at her quietly for two minutes.In the dark, she could feel his excitement, even though he wasn't showing it.He must have had an erection, no doubt about it.She knew he wanted to reach out and touch her.

He then turned and left, closing the door behind him.She heard the sound of the door, but it was unnecessary because she couldn't get out of this bed at all. She lay for a few minutes, staring at the thin line of light above the door.Then she moved, trying to feel the tightness of the leather strap.The knees can be lifted up a little, but the leather straps and ankle straps are immediately taut.She relaxed her whole body, lying down obediently, her eyes were empty. She waited, thinking of petrol cans and matches. She saw that his whole body was covered with gasoline, and she really felt that there was a box of matches in her hand, and when she shook it, there was a hollow sound.She opened the box and picked a match.He seemed to say something, but she blocked her ears to listen carefully.She saw the expression on his face as the match passed, and heard the rubbing of sulfur, like a drawn-out thunderclap.She saw the match burst into flame.

She gave a cruel smile and hardened her mind. Today is her thirteenth birthday.