Please Forget Me - Chapter 127
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“Feel free to clean somewhere else now.”
Even after Brigitta left, I couldn’t feel any relief. The Major had taken to enjoying himself while leaving me behind.
‘At least it’s better than relentlessly probing about Johann.’
For the past few days, the Major seemed so focused on my body that he hadn’t been asking about Johann. I hoped it would stay that way today as I turned away from the bed where the Major was lying and swept the floor.
I was on high alert, listening for any movement from that direction when I heard the sound of paper tearing.
“Take it.”
Looking over my shoulder, I saw the Major holding out three ration cards to me. He wouldn’t give me those without expecting something in return; they were bribes. It was payment. He was paying me after having imagined violating me.
I shot the Major a glare before returning my gaze to the floor. He smirked and crumpled the ration cards in his hand. The small crumpled paper rolled to my feet. He had thrown it there on purpose.
‘This is enough for a sack of flour…’
I took a deep breath to calm my churning stomach and swept the paper into the dustpan with the broom. Maybe he thought I was going to pick it while pretending to clean it up. From the corner of my eye, I saw the Major’s lips twist into a sly grin.
In defiance, I picked up the crumpled paper from the dustpan and placed it in the ashtray on the table before setting it on fire with a lighter. I might regret this when the day comes that I’m starving to death, but for now, my pride was worth more than a sack of flour.
“Bring that here.”
The Major clicked his tongue, demanding the lighter and ashtray. I approached cautiously, like I was delivering a dog bowl to a ferocious dog, and placed the lighter and ashtray on the edge of the side table.
At that moment, the Major reached out for me. I quickly pulled my hand away and stumbled back.
“You’re scared. Pathetic.”
The Major mocked me as he took the lighter and lit a cigarette. Simultaneously, he began to stroke his member with the other hand.
I quickly fled back to my original spot, turning my head away.
“If you’re not going to lend a hand, at least show me your face. Showing your face to a stranger isn’t infidelity, is it?”
I ignored the Major’s words and continued sweeping. I could hear an exasperated sigh from behind me.
“You don’t even smile at me, nor do you dress up. Yet just making eye contact gets you all flustered; you’re as pretty as they come.”
The sound of him slowly rubbing his slick, wet flesh. I wanted to cover my ears, but I couldn’t let myself do that. If I missed the sound of the Major getting up and approaching me, it would be a disaster.
“I need to see your innocent, pale face dripping with my c-m before I die… Why couldn’t I have taken you before that swindler bastard? What a pity. I suppose if I had just grabbed you without knowing who you were and declared, ‘I’m your husband,’ you would have believed it wholeheartedly and would be eagerly sucking my d-ck right now. Why do you look so disgusted? I’m just repeating what that swindler said. Why is he allowed to, but I’m not?”
No, that’s not acceptable. If a degenerate like you, claimed to be my husband, I would have fled to the streets, even if it meant my death.
“So, have you ever gotten that bastard’s c-m on your face?”
Johann would never do such a disgusting thing. Of course, there was that one time he accidentally came when he was trying to pull out because I didn’t let him go. But Johann isn’t a pervert like the Major; he felt guilty about it and didn’t know what to do.
“Have you already lost your first time to that bastard?”
I never answered, but the Major jumped to conclusions and angrily stubbed out his cigarette in the corner of the side table.
“What haven’t you lost? That r-pist bastard deserves to be killed.”
A r-pist?
“Why do you look so shocked? Isn’t he a r-pist? If he deceived you into sleeping with him by claiming to be your husband, how is that any different from r-pe?”
If a man coerces women into selling their bodies by leveraging their weaknesses, how is that not r-pe? How dare the Major label anyone as a r-pist?
I wanted to slap his face again, but I knew that would only excite him further and benefit him. I bit my tongue and held back, praying that a bombing would hit the Major where he stood, causing him a painful death.
“I’ll add the charge of r-pe to his record when he’s finally arrested….”
Oh God, please let the Major die before that happens.
“Ah, by the way, did you mention what I said?”
Please, just focus on me.
The Major, who had been tormenting me all day while constantly mentioning Johann, now decided to ask about it directly.
“What was that bastard’s reaction?”
“Isn’t that a story anyone would laugh at?”
“Hmph….”
He scoffed at my words.
“And what about the engraving on the ring?”
“I asked.”
The sound of his skin rubbing stopped abruptly. It meant he was eagerly awaiting my answer.
“So what did your husband say?”
“He said it was an abbreviation representing a biblical verse.”
“What verse?”
“That’s….”
“…….”
“I don’t know.”
“Haha, so your husband said that? He bought the ring himself, and yet he claims it’s a biblical verse but doesn’t know what it is?”
“He said it’s a family heirloom that’s been passed down through generations.”
I raised the scratched gold ring, wondering if it was because I had treated it roughly or if it truly was inherited, and examined it as if it was precious.
