Please Forget Me - Chapter 126
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“Ugh…”
Startled by the Major’s actions to elicit a reaction from me, I dropped the rag. My hands trembled, making it difficult to pick it up, while the Major’s grip on the woman’s neck remained steady and unyielding.
“You have a grudge against this pig b-tch, don’t you? I suppose there are many who harbor a grudge against her.”
“G-gah…”
“Anyway, haah, so it seems she’s been lying beneath me, treated like a toilet in your place. Are you enjoying that?”
Not at all.
While it was true that I despised Brigitta, today she didn’t provoke any animosity. I felt only pity for her. It was heart-wrenching to see her treated like less than human by the Major. And unexpectedly, I could see myself in her situation.
A stand-in for another woman. Forced to spread her legs to satisfy a man’s fantasy of wanting to be with someone else. I was still caught in that same predicament.
But Johann was different from the Major. Johann was a gentleman. So if I believed that my situation was different from Brigitta’s, it would simply be self-deception.
“Thank you, Rize. I love you.”
Even nowadays, after sleeping with me, Johann expresses his gratitude towards me. At that moment, his words of love didn’t include my name.
“Ugh, Dana… haah…”
And sometimes, during the most disorienting moments, he mutters Dana’s name.
‘I’ve tried so hard, yet Johann still hasn’t forgotten Dana.’
I felt despair and anger, which only grew more chaotic. No matter how sorrowful I felt, if Johann truly loved me, I could endure it. But was his declaration of love for me, despite being a man who lied easily yet struggled with honesty, genuine or false?
The most recent one was last night. Perhaps because I still harbored resentment towards Johann, I found myself viewing my own reflection through Brigitta even more clearly. She was already suffocating under the blanket, and to have her neck squeezed as well was unbearable.
Watching Brigitta struggle for breath made it feel like I couldn’t breathe either, and tears welled up in my eyes. Yet, I couldn’t approach her to intervene and instead pleaded with the Major.
“Ugh, p-please stop.”
“Haah…”
The Major finally seemed to relish the words he had longed to hear, groaning loudly in excitement as he moved his hips. Though I was being toyed with under that wicked man’s schemes, I found solace in the fact that he had at least released his grip on Brigitta’s neck.
Creak, creak, creak.
The bed shook violently, and both individuals were gasping for air. However, the reasons for our breaths were entirely different. The tension between lust and the will to survive collided in the same space. I felt sickened by the horror of it all.
“Keep going.”
The Major likely meant for me to continue saying words that might come as if I was being assaulted by him, but I pretended to interpret it as an instruction to keep cleaning the mirror. As I turned back to pick up the rag that had fallen on the floor, I bent down…
“Ugh, damn it!”
The Major cursed from behind me, the sound of the bed shaking growing more intense.
“Rize Eineman, do you know? A clueless woman like you is the worst of all.”
What have I done?
I turned to look behind me, dropping the rag. The moment our eyes met, the Major’s gaze was glassy, like someone intoxicated. His lower body trembled, as if he was a dog on the verge of climax.
It dawned on me that he was aroused by the sight of me bent over, and I quickly looked away and stood up.
I shouldn’t have turned to the mirror. I had inadvertently witnessed the Major pulling out his pe–s, reaching his peak. The filthy words in the world could not do justice to what he did next; he aimed himself at me and came, making it painfully clear that he wanted to release his lust at me.
‘Oh God, please.’
I averted my gaze, trying to continue my earlier prayer.
‘If you will not take this man to hell, I will send him myself.’
My thoughts kept drifting to the revolver in my pocket. No, that would be an immediate way to end his depravity, but it would also end my life.
‘Should I poison his drink?’
I could slowly add poison to the alcohol he consumed every day. It would take longer than a bullet, but as long as I didn’t get caught, I would be safe.
“Ha…”
How had I, a nurse sworn to save lives, sunk to such immoral thoughts? The Major hadn’t tried to harm me yet, so if I killed him, it wouldn’t be self-defense but murder.
So I prayed to God, the only being who would not be punished for killing, to take the Major’s life. Yet, still, there was no response.
‘Is he a demon even banished from hell? Is that why God refuses him?’
If that was the case, I at least hoped that God wouldn’t ignore my suffering. For enduring this humiliation, I prayed that He would not send Johann to hell. No matter how much I might hate him, I still wanted him by my side to hate.
“Get lost.”
Before the Major’s e–ction could wither, he ordered Brigitta to leave. As she got off the bed and began to dress, she looked even more exhausted than usual.
Our eyes met as she covered the marks left by the Major around her neck with her scarf. The woman who once mocked me now averted her gaze first.
Without properly adjusting her clothes, she hastily dressed and grabbed the money the Major had thrown to the floor and the supply boxes stacked at the entrance before rushing out.
