Tao Mutong felt as if he was being grasped by a devil's hand from hell, and the breath of life was being drawn out of his body bit by bit. His throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of burning cotton, dry and painful, and he could only barely squeeze out broken sobs from the narrow gap: "Woo woo woo... loosen up... cough... woo woo woo..." Every sob seemed to be trying his best. His face became paler and bloodless in the darkness, just like a crumpled white paper.
The man's cold voice like ice finally sounded in his ears: "Did you hear it clearly?" Tao Mutong coughed violently, as if there was fire burning in his throat, but he still nodded hurriedly. The blindfold was like a solid barrier, tightly blocking his sight, so that he could not see the man's bloodshot eyes at this moment because of jealousy. The madness and possessiveness in the man's eyes were like a beast that was provoked to the limit and was about to lose control.
As the man let go of his hand, a clear handprint quickly appeared on Tao Mutong's neck. The handprint was red and purple, as if it was severely imprinted by a hot iron, which was shocking. The man's mood changed so quickly, just like a rainstorm in June. He was furious like a storm the moment before, but the next second he gently pressed against Tao Mutong's cheek, and his voice was full of creepy tenderness and sweetness: "Can you only think of me? Baby, can we be together?" Tao Mutong was frightened by this capricious attitude and trembled all over, like a frightened bird.
At this time, the man mentioned being together, which was undoubtedly salt in the wound for him, making his already extremely frightened heart even more frightened. He curled up tightly, holding his arms tightly with trembling hands, and dared not even do a simple action like shaking his head, for fear that a slight rejection would be like a spark that ignited a gunpowder barrel, and once again aroused the man's flammable and explosive terrible emotions.
The love affair of this night was like a dark and depressing nightmare. Every inch of Tao Mutong's skin was telling of pain, and every moment was shrouded in endless depression, without a trace of joy. After it was over, the man seemed to have completed a mechanical task, without saying a word, and even without leaving a superfluous glance, he stood up and left resolutely. In an instant, the surroundings fell into a dead silence, and that silence was like a thick darkness that could completely swallow a person. In the darkness, Tao Mutong's hands trembled slightly, and he carefully took off the blindfold. The faint light sprinkled into the cabin through the window, and he could see clearly that the house was empty, and he was the only one alone.
This time, the man left without saying a word, which made Tao Mutong full of doubts, like a tangled mess, but he couldn't find the thread, and he had no idea why. Various complex emotions such as grievance, sadness, and loss were intertwined in his heart, as if a five-flavor bottle was overturned, and the bitter taste spread in his mouth.
After returning home, Tao Mutong seemed to be trapped in the quagmire of loss, unable to extricate himself. He dragged his heavy feet into the bathroom, and the closed and narrow space seemed to have become an amplifier of sadness. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, his legs softened, and he squatted on the cold tile floor, tears bursting out of his eyes. At first, he just sobbed quietly, and his shoulders trembled slightly. But the thought kept circling in his mind: Is that person tired of him and will never look for him again? This should have been the relief he had been looking forward to every day, but when this moment seemed to have really come, endless sadness surged in his heart, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his heart. With his emotions completely broken, he hugged his head with both hands and burst into tears. The cry echoed between the walls of the bathroom, full of despair and helplessness.
Coming out of the bathroom, Tao Mutong was looking forward to the man's phone ringing, even if it was just a simple, perfunctory good night, it was like a life-saving straw for him at this moment. However, the surroundings were terribly quiet, and the screen of the mobile phone seemed to be under a spell, always dark. He lay down on the bed in disappointment, with tears still on his face. The tears had dried up, leaving salty traces. He was full of depression and tossed and turned in bed, with a lot of thoughts. Sometimes he thought of the man's tenderness, and sometimes he thought of the man's rage. Those pictures kept flashing in his mind, and he couldn't fall asleep. It was not easy to get through the early morning, and the sleepiness slowly came like a tide. Just when he was about to fall asleep, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and the sharp ringtone was particularly harsh in the silent night.
Tao Mutong reached out to the bedside and fumbled for the phone in a daze, his eyes half open and half closed, and when he looked closely, it was a video invitation sent by the man. He suddenly felt annoyed, as if he was being harassed by a fly for no reason, and turned over and hung up. But the man seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. Video invitations came one after another, and the man's head kept flashing on the phone screen, like a ghost that refused to give up. Looking at the dozen missed video calls on the screen, Tao Mutong's long-accumulated resentment suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption.
As soon as the video was connected, she saw the man turned on the camera, which was rare. In the camera, it was her underwear, which was tightly held in the man's hand, and seemed to be covered with something. The man was breathing rapidly, as if he had just finished a marathon, and the panting sound came clearly through the phone receiver: "Baby, call me... twice..." Tao Mutong's eyes instantly turned red, as if he was injected with boiling magma. He pursed his lips and said nothing. He used all his strength, not wanting the man to notice that he had cried, and not wanting to show his vulnerability in front of the man. "Baby..." The man became more and more anxious, with a hint of pleading in his voice, as if eagerly waiting for Tao Mutong's voice to ignite the fire of his desire that was about to go out.