I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 76
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“She was all skin and bones, practically no flesh on her at all. I almost thought I was shaking my own d–k by mistake.”
“Major, let go! The way that little thing furrowed its brow and snapped at me got my d–k all fired up. It’s the responsibility of the one who got it up, yet I ended up relieving it on someone else.”
Of course, I had been talking about washing my ears with holy water.
‘What kind of dirty talk will it be today?’
I sighed deeply, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. No answer came, no matter how long I waited.
‘Is he too busy to hear the knock?’
I wondered if he might be occupied, but hearing nothing through the door, I cautiously opened it to peek inside—no one was there.
‘He must have sent the woman away and gone to wash up.’
I quickly entered, making sure to leave the door wide open.
I hurried through my cleaning tasks hoping to finish before the Major returned.
Although finishing quickly wouldn’t necessarily spare me from his grip, it might at least remove one excuse to keep me.
After gathering scattered trash, changing the sheets, and collecting laundry to take outside, I was sweeping the floor, there was a knock at the door.
‘Why knock when the door is open?’
Turning toward the door, my question shifted.
‘Why is he knocking on his bedroom door?’
Staring blankly as I tried to understand his intent, the Major knocked again, asking as if instructing a pupil,
“Rize Eineman, what should one say when someone knocks?”
“…Who is it?”
Was that the wrong answer? The Major sighed heavily in annoyance.
“You should say, ‘Come inside.'”
His smirk made it clear what he was imagining. Instinctively, I clenched my legs together under my skirt, and just then, his smile twisted even more mischievously.
“Come in, Major Felkner! Lady Rize, then I won’t hesitate to enter, so let’s open it up. Ah, no, Major! That’s not what I meant for you to come inside!”
The Major, amused by my reaction, performed his own little drama.
“You invited me in, and I almost lifted the skirt and went in, but I guess you’re either clueless or just too kind. Tsk…”
He lamented, seeming disappointed that his trap hadn’t worked on me.
“You’ll scream under me, and after I’m done, you’ll run crying to your husband, wailing that the demon has violated you! Then, what? Will your husband grab an ax and run all the way here? Hey, I’m innocent. Your wife told me to come inside. What can I do if she gives me permission?”
Now he even mocks Johann, my only weakness. He poked again because I showed no reaction.
“Still annoying, huh? I could just pull out a gun and end it. What should I do? Should I shoot your husband?”
If the Major intended to frighten me with his words, he succeeded. I was so terrified that even if the Major violated me, I would never tell Johann. I feared that if Johann found out, he might end up dead at the Major’s hands.
In my pocket, a revolver was still present, ready in case I needed to act first.
In this room, silence was golden. Keeping my mouth shut and quietly sweeping, I had finished about half of the floor when the Major finally stopped probing my vulnerabilities.
“Phew…”
Instead, he sat down, lit a cigarette, and carelessly flicked the ashes onto the floor, clearly indicating he had no intention of letting me leave early.
Despite my head injury, I wasn’t foolish enough to think that quickly cleaning up his mess would make him let me go sooner. On the contrary, getting too close could lead to unpredictable situations.
I was just cleaning distant corners while waiting for the Major to leave for work, I sensed his continuous gaze tracking me. He murmured as if for me to hear.
“You seem even thinner than the day before yesterday.”
Recently, with Johann gone, my appetite had dwindled, and I’d been skipping meals almost entirely. It seemed practical, saving both money and food, but Johann had always thought differently.
I never ate much anyway, so skipping meals doesn’t really save much. He was right, of course, but that didn’t bring my appetite back.
“When your upper mouth starves, so does the lower one.”
Johann said cruelly, forcing me to eat even when I wasn’t hungry. Despite his efforts to make me eat richer and sweeter foods, I kept losing weight, which worried him daily. I found a dark satisfaction in his concern.
‘Johann, seeing me undress daily, would notice, but does it show so much that others see it too?’
I wondered if my cheeks had hollowed out. As I checked my reflection in the wall mirror, the Major sighed at the sight of me—a sigh that sounded more like a moan during intercourse than a lament.
“To think the Renner’s table gathers dust day by day. My heart is sad, but my d–k salivates and panting. Starve a little more, and you’ll spread your legs for it too.”
