Zhan's Pov.
It has been three weeks since I started seeing my mysterious client. Although we have never spoken directly, we have developed a certain familiarity with one another. Despite only communicating through written notes, I laughed at his jokes and enjoyed his company. It's a fascinating dynamic, as we know quite a bit about each other without having a conversation. I'm not sure where this relationship will evolve, but for now, I am content.
I have decided to take the plunge and move to another state to pursue my dream of starting a small-scale food business. With the money I saved from my mysterious client, I have been able to check out states where I can move and have a good chance of succeeding. I am excited to start this new chapter in my life and am looking forward to the challenges that lie ahead.
Last night he told me he was leaving in a week and wanted me to come with him. I was taken aback by his request, as I had not expected this. We had never spoken directly before, and I was uncertain what this meant for me and for our relationship. Although it was a tempting offer, I told him that I needed some time to think about it. I wanted to make sure that I was making the right decision and that I was choosing the best option for my future. I thanked him for his offer and asked for a few days to consider it.
I informed Cheng about it. He advised me to accept the offer but keep an open mind. He also suggested that I discuss any concerns or discomforts with him before making any decisions. Cheng made it clear that if I felt uncomfortable, I could leave. It was reassuring to know that he had my well-being interests in mind and was willing to support me in my decision. I will take his advice and keep an open mind while considering this critical decision.
Today, I will tell my client that I will travel with him. I will introduce myself, asking for his name in return. I am feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, as I am not accustomed to bold actions. However, I believe this could be the start of something remarkable. Perhaps we will hit it off and have a wonderful time together. Or maybe it will be a pleasant experience. Regardless, I am looking forward to seeing what happens when I take this step.
It's a quiet Saturday afternoon, and I am alone in the house. I've done all the chores, including washing everyone's clothes. Now, I'm folding my own clothes when I hear a loud knock at the door. I paused for a moment, wondering who it could be. I'm not expecting anyone, and as far as I know, everyone else is out and can access the door.
I make my way to the door and peer through the peephole, but I can't see anyone there. I hesitate for a moment, trying to decide whether I should open the door or not. After a few seconds, I decided to take a chance and open it.
To my surprise, Uncle Hao's friend was at the door, looking suspicious. He was wearing a long coat and had a strange look on his face. I didn't recognize him at first, but he said he was looking for Uncle Hao. I told him that Uncle Hao wasn't home and asked him to leave.
He then asked me if he could wait for Uncle Hao, as his car had broken down. He spoke sluggishly, and I could tell he was tired. I told him he could wait, but he had to stay outside. I offered to get him a chair, but he said he was fine. I closed the door and watched him through the peephole as he waited silently outside.
Suddenly, the door to my room opened, and the suspicious-looking man appeared. He was tall and thin, with a gaunt face and deep-set eyes that bore into me. I froze, unsure of what to do or say. The man said nothing; he just stood there staring at me with a blank expression. I felt a shiver down my spine as I realized I was alone with him.
I tried to speak, to ask him what he wanted, but my throat felt like it was closing up. The man continued to stare at me, his eyes unblinking. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wondered what he was going to do next.
After an eternity, the man finally spoke. His voice was low and gravelly, sending chills down my spine. "I'm sorry to disturb you. Can I have some water?"
I nodded quickly and rushed out of my room and into the kitchen. I quickly filled a glass with cold water and hurried back to my room, my hands shaking as I held the glass. I cautiously handed the glass to him, avoiding eye contact. He thanked me and drank the water before he finally spoke again. "Thank you for the water," he said. "I apologize for intruding. I won't bother you again." With that, he turned and quickly walked away, leaving me alone and trembling with fear.
I was just about to lock my door when he suddenly pushed it open again. Before I could even react, he grabbed me and pulled me close to himself. Then he forcefully shoved his tongue into my mouth. I felt violated and powerless to stop him.
The suddenness of his actions left me in a state of shock. I couldn't believe that someone would be so brazen as to invade my personal space in such a way. I struggled to push him away, but his grip on me was too strong.
I was terrified; I had no idea how I would get out of this situation. He was much stronger than he looked, and I felt an overwhelming fear. All I could do was pray that my uncle would come and rescue me.
In a matter of seconds, he tore my clothes off my body, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I was filled with shame and humiliation. My mind spun as I tried to figure out what to do. I feared for my life.
As he approached me, I could feel my heart racing with fear. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn't stop it. He reached out and grabbed me roughly, churning my stomach with disgust. As he pulled me closer, I could hear him making strange noises that irritated my ears.
I wanted to scream for help, but I was paralyzed by fear. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he whispered crude jokes in my ear. Closing my eyes was all I could do to avoid retching as he touched me inappropriately.
Finally, he released me, and I stumbled away, feeling violated and sick to my stomach. It was a moment that would stay with me forever, a reminder of the dangers that lurk in the world around us.
He quickly pulled his jeans down and approached me with his hands around my waist. I felt my body tense up and my stomach turn as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel the heat emanating from him and smell the alcohol on his breath as he whispered something in my ear. His hands moved down my body, and I could feel my skin burning with shame and revulsion.
The door to my room creaked open, and Mao walked in, his face etched with shock. Mao leapt forward, his eyes blazing with anger, and punched the man in the face. He then grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "What are you doing here?"
His parents must have heard his voice as they rushed into the basement. They saw Mao holding the man by his collar and told him to let go. The man quickly pulled his pants back, leaving my uncle shocked and confused.
I lay on the floor, curled up and naked, whimpering in fear as I watched the scene unfold before me.
It didn't take long for them to realize what had happened as they noticed my curled-up and naked body lying on the floor. They quickly ushered the man out of the room, and they followed him.