(1)
Two months ago, I lost my scissors. But now, I've found it.
On that day, the temperature in Wuhan plummeted to zero degrees, with light snow bursts and a cold wind. I was walking on the road, preparing to do a nucleic acid test. Although it was exactly ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark, casting a yellow-gray shadow over the surrounding world, giving it a rather apocalyptic feel. "Bah", there was a short sound, and I kicked a pair of scissors. I thought it was a classmate who accidentally dropped it on the road. I was about to ignore it and walk over. However, when I glanced casually, I was surprised to find that these were actually the scissors I had lost for two months! The red string tied to the handle of the scissors was originally tied by me to distinguish the purpose of dismantling express delivery. The glue on the blade also confirmed this.
These are undoubtedly my scissors, but the strange thing is, why are these scissors here? I am absolutely sure and certain that I have never taken it out of the dormitory. What makes me think more and more horrifying is that when I squatted down to pick up the scissors and examined them carefully, I discovered that there were patches of reddish-brown on them, and there was a wind chime hanging on the red rope on the handle. I heard Jiayao say before that wind chimes are very evil and can attract some unlucky things.
This is really weird.
After thinking about it, I didn't know what to do with it, so I stood up. Because I squatted for too long, the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, my eyes were black, and my legs were so weak that I could hardly stand up. All I could feel was that the environment around me was getting noisier and noisier. Later, after a burst of tinnitus , my field of vision As I gradually recovered, what I saw was a desolate and dilapidated scene surrounded by mountains. The mountains were desolate. On the bare loess slopes, only a few trees were swaying in the wind, and loess was flying all over the sky. Several dark and red faces in the distance were watching me, saying something to me loudly and noisily. My brain suddenly went blank, what? Why am I here? !
Before I could react, I was pulled into the room by one of the women. This is a loess house. The corners of the walls are intertwined with spider webs covered in dust, making it look desolate and dilapidated. The poverty I saw on TV before was actually happening in front of me now, and I still don’t know what happened. Was I trafficked here? Unable to suppress the fear in my heart, I burst into tears, not knowing what to do.
"Where is this? I have to go! I have to go!" I cried regardless and was about to stand up and leave this place. Suddenly, the woman pulled me back, then she took out an old-fashioned red hot water bottle with peonies printed on it and poured me a cup of hot water. She also took out a plate of peanuts and a few rice dumplings. She patted my shoulder soothingly, touched my hand, and asked me to eat those things.
In her unclearly spoken Mandarin with a strong local accent, I probably heard words like "habit" and "life". I felt extremely scared, and the real touch in front of me told me that this was not a dream.
At this time, an old man about forty years old walked in. He looked me up and down for a while, then reached out and patted my butt with both hands. I saw his dirt-covered fingernails. Then, a smile appeared on his extremely ugly face, revealing a mouth full of yellow and black buck teeth. I immediately had a premonition that something was not going to happen.
"From now on, you will live here with me."
"What did you say? I don't know you! Please help me, take me away! Let me go!" I was instinctively afraid of the unknown. Looking at his blackened teeth and thick lips opening and closing, I endured the disgust in my heart. Even though I knew the chances were slim, I still cried and asked him for help.
"I bought you for 2,000 yuan. How the hell could I let you go. You'd better be calm, or I'll throw you into the pigsty!" Then he took out an iron chain, pulled me to the dirty kang next to him, and tied me up with the iron chain.
(2)
The next few days made me collapse. I didn’t understand why it was me, why I traveled to this remote mountain village in 1988 and was bought as a wife.Smartphones and other things that do not belong to this era have disappeared. Only the scissors were hidden by me under the pillow.
Being chained, my range of activities was limited to the almost six square meters of earthen kang. My daily activities were to eat the smelly leftovers, endure the stench of the pig pen next door, and sleep in the same bed as that beast at night. How many times did I want to pick up the scissors under the pillow and stab him to death. I really want to, but I don't dare. The stench of that beast's sweat, the itching of mosquito bites, and the barking of dogs outside the window all night made every night so painful.
Every day I think about why I traveled here, and I cry every day. Sometimes I cry until night. I am dehydrated and have to resist the invasion of that beast. In just four days since I came here, I have become haggard and have thought about committing suicide countless times and taking my own life. Trapped in this yellow adobe room, I couldn't sense the outside world. I became numb. I no longer cared whether it was windy or rainy outside, sunny or cloudy, whether a person or a dog came in, as long as I was still alive.
As for that beast's violation, I know that I may not be able to resist for long. The more times I resist, the closer I will be to being raped.
That night, I sat on the kang and ate, not so much eating as chewing mechanically, just to keep myself alive. That beast rushed in at this moment. He pushed me violently and reached out to pull off the zipper of his pants. I thought that this time it would be the same as usual. As long as I kicked him in the lower body, he would not be able to violate me. Until his parents also walked in and walked to the kang, next to me. My mind suddenly went blank. I yelled. I was scared but still hopeful, hoping that they would come in to help me and help me drive this beast away. I knew that there was only a one in 10,000 chance of this.
My hands went to the pillow, wanting to stab all three of them to death with the pair of scissors.
Suddenly, this beast’s parents pressed me down on the kang, pulled my hands and feet apart, and held me tight. I saw the beast's short black genitals. It's like shit, it's disgusting. When his hands with dirt hidden in their fingerprints and covered with rough calluses brushed my thighs and my arms, I felt as disgusted as eating a mouthful of cockroaches, a kind of boundless despair and fear.
What is painful is that I was suppressed and couldn't do anything. I couldn't even give up my life. I can only cry loudly, preferably until I have a headache, lose consciousness, or die of dehydration, so that I can escape the situation of being raped by a forty-year-old beast. I shouted for help, but no one came out to help me, and no one would mind other people's "household affairs."
Tears blurred my vision, my head was shaking, and the world in front of me was shaking as well, as if I was just having a nightmare that could easily be shattered. The blurry world in front of me gradually became clear as the tears were discharged. I closed my eyes. How I hoped that when I opened my eyes again, I could return to the original world...
