Please Forget Me - Chapter 145
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“Does that mean I should come back in a week? How considerate.”
I couldn’t tell if it was meant to mock me or if he actually meant it. Watching me tremble with fear again, he licked his lips, satisfied.
“You’re the most arousing when you’re scared and trembling. Though, I have to admit, it’s also exciting when you snap back at me. Like the day you nursed me. That’s why it stood up.”
The hand gripping the back of the chair in front of me moved. My eyes followed it instinctively, trailing to his crotch. Realizing where I was looking, I quickly turned my gaze away, horrified.
“Now that I think about it, Freckles had that same effect the first time I called her in. She snapped back at me for touching her body, all feisty, and then started trembling like a leaf not long after. It was so damn arousing. That day, I nearly finished inside her. Almost spilled what was meant for you into someone else.”
The sound of his hand rubbing against the front of his trousers grew louder and more aggressive. His voice, thick with lewd whispers, became increasingly unsteady.
“Nothing disgusts me more than the idea of fathering a child. But with you? Strange, isn’t it? I want to get you pregnant. I’ll have you, pour myself inside you, and leave.”
God, what have I done to deserve such degradation, even here, in a place meant for Your sanctuary and protection?
“Imagine if that bastard finds out the child you carry is mine. What would he do? Would he swallow his pride and raise my child as his own to protect his life and identity? Or would he lose his mind and swing an ax at me? What do you think? Aren’t you curious? Should we bet on it? Which side would you take?”
I refused to respond, but he kept pushing, demanding an answer. Realizing he wouldn’t stop, I decided to divert him with something that would make him scoff.
“Major, this is God’s house. He’s listening to everything you’re saying and watching everything you’re doing.”
As expected, he burst into laughter, mocking me.
“Playing pious, are we? So, did God say it’s fine for men and women to rut like animals in the woods because He enjoys the view?”
He brought up the incident last autumn, when me and Johann encountered him in the woods while we were having s-x together.
“I still remember it clearly. You had a face that looked like it knew nothing of men, yet there you were, sprawled out on a pile of leaves, legs open, losing yourself to a man’s touch. You were moaning his name, totally gone, right when our eyes met. The way your focus snapped back as you realized I was there, your face turning pale with terror—that was when I got hard.”
I felt utterly exposed, as if I’d been stripped bare by his crude words, but I tried my best to appear unaffected.
“Knowing the full story now, it just gets me even more excited every time I think about it. A woman, not even realizing she’s being violated, losing herself in pleasure like that—it’s filthy, but it’s so damn arousing. I need to see that look on your face when you’re under me before I die…”
The Major muttered, licking his lips again as he stared at me. Then, out of nowhere, he made an odd demand.
“Say my name.”
After all his vulgar comments and threats, he suddenly wanted me to call his name. It made no sense and was unsettling in its randomness. Even under different circumstances, it would have been a strange request—and here, it felt dangerous.
“Drop the rank, the title—just my name. Like you’d call your husband.”
His final words added a sickening twist, and I shook my head in disgust.
“Why are you looking at me like that and trembling? Is saying someone’s name a depraved act now? I’m not asking you to touch yourself in front of me—what’s stopping you?”
The relentless insistence finally pushed me to confess my hesitation.
“Mi, Miss Ratz… s-she called the Major by your name, and…”
“…And you’re scared I’ll grab your hair and mount you like a b-tch in heat if you do the same?”
The Major looked stunned for a moment, as though the thought had genuinely never crossed his mind. Then, running the hand that had been rubbing his crotch over his face, he muttered,
“I didn’t mean to do that.”
His expression seemed sincerely wrong, but I didn’t want to believe him. I was right not to. His gaze quickly shifted back to the lecherous smirk I knew all too well.
“But seeing you shiver and misunderstand like that… it does make me want to f–k you, so maybe you’re not wrong after all.”
I gasped as his hand returned to his g***n. This time, instead of rubbing over the fabric, he began undoing the buttons of his trousers.
‘He’s really going to pull it out here. He’s completely crazy.’
I tried to get up in panic, but his hand shot out from behind me, gripping my waist and pulling me back into the seat. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered,
“I’m not going to r-pe you here. Just sit still until I c-m, and then I’ll let you go. That’s our new normal, isn’t it? You know the drill. If you try to walk away, I’ll follow you, d-ck in hand.”
That was all I needed to hear. I shoved his hand off me, stood up, and strode toward the exit without a backward glance. If he dared to follow me, I’d scream and run to the police station across the street. That would force the military command to address his behavior.
But the wretched man was too cunning for that. He didn’t chase me. Instead, his mocking laughter echoed behind me, defiling the sanctity of the church even as I stepped outside.
‘Lord.’
I prayed silently as I fled from God’s house.
‘Surely You cannot ignore his wickedness any longer. Please, deliver me from this devil.’
Hilale
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