I struggled. “Don’t stab me, don’t hit me,
Mommy, it hurts so much.”
Jason finally broke down, sobbing
uncontrollably outside the room.
He slapped himself repeatedly.
But his pain was nothing compared to mine.
He stayed by my side day and night. Once my
condition improved, Jason returned to the
office.
He called Jessica in.
Jessica was nervous. “Mr. Smith, what is it?
Do you need me to act again?”
Jason’s face was calm, showing no emotion.
“Jessica, do you want to be my wife?”
Jessica’s face paled. “Mr. Smith is young,
successful, and handsome. Many women
want to be your wife.”
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Jason chuckled. “Really? But I think you’d
make a good Mrs. Smith. You’re beautiful,
practical, and you handle things well at work.”
Jessica was momentarily stunned, feeling like
she’d won the lottery.
“Really?! Mr. Smith, I’ll be a good Mrs. Smith.
Better than that evil bitch Sherry!”
Lost in her daydream, she didn’t notice the
hatred flashing in Jason’s eyes.
Jason smiled and took her hand. “Let’s do
one more act, then I can divorce, and you can
be my wife.”
Jessica happily got in the car, but she noticed
the direction was wrong.
It was the warehouse where I’d been
kidnapped.
“Mr. Smith, where are we going?!”
“I suddenly remembered, I can’t do this act
with you.”
The car stopped. Jessica tried to open the
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door, but it was locked.
Jason opened the door and dragged her
inside. She struggled but couldn’t escape.
She recognized the men–she’d told them to
“take care of me.”
“Mr. Smith, what do you mean? I only did
what you told me to!”
Jason threw her to the ground and kicked her
in the stomach.
“Who gave you the right to disobey me?!
Want to be Mrs. Smith? How laughable!
You’re not even a fingernail on Sherry!”
He coldly addressed the kidnappers. “Do to
her what you did to Sherry, and I’ll let you
go.”
He left, closing the door behind him. Screams
soon echoed from the warehouse.
Jason’s face was even paler. He fell to the
ground, haunted by images of me.
Did Sherry feel this much pain?
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He picked up a rock and smashed his own
hand.
Finally, he felt the same searing agony.
I woke to Jason giving me medicine.
I flinched, knocking the medicine from his
hand.
Seeing the spilled medicine, I panicked and
covered my head.
“Please, don’t stab my face, stab my thigh,
stab my thigh this time.”
My face had too little fat; needles easily hit
nerves or bone.
It hurt more than anywhere else.
Jason’s eyes reddened. “Sherry, I’m here. No
one can hurt you anymore. I’m just giving you
medicine.”
But I remained scared, anxiously lifting my
pant leg, revealing my red and swollen
wounds.
Jason couldn’t bear it anymore and fled.
“You just woke up, you must be hungry. I’ll get you something to eat.”
He rushed out, tears of regret streaming
down his face.
When he returned, his face was pale, his
smile forced.
“Sherry, you want something light, I brought
porridge.”
He placed a bowl in front of me, triggering an
automatic response. My hands felt weak.
I buried my face in the bowl.
The hot porridge burned my lips and face.
Blood mixed with the white porridge, turning
it pink.
But I didn’t feel the pain, still greedily eating.
During the kidnapping, if I didn’t finish the
moldy noodles, they’d stab my lips with
needles.
Jason forcefully removed the bowl, his hand
trembling as be wiped my face.
My eyes remained fixed on the bowl. “I haven’t finished my food yet.”
Jason broke down, hugging me, tears
streaming for the first time in front of me. “Sherry, I’m so sorry, truly sorry.”
“Hit me, scold me, I’m a monster, a real
monster.”
My face stung, and I touched it, realizing I
was crying too.
I didn’t react. After he stopped crying, Jason
looked at me hopefully.
“Sherry, shall we go see your mother?”
At the mention of “mother,” my face went
pale.
