After Ruining My Wife's First Love Anniversary

I accidentally washed the old sheets my wife had treasured for many years.

The blood on the bed sheets was a precious memento of the night she lost her virginity to her childhood sweetheart.

My wife was furious and thought that I did so out of jealousy.

In a fit of anger, she sent me into the dark charcoal kiln, hoping that I'd learn some rules there.

My soul and dignity were trampled and destroyed.

Three years later, she took me home.

She asked me if I was still as stingy and jealous as before?

Humble and sensible. I knelt on the ground to show that I had learned my lesson.

I no longer dared to show any disrespect to her childhood sweetheart.

My wife was very satisfied and thought that she had successfully transformed me.

Until she saw the scars all over my body.

After learning that the cook tortured me, she finally cried and regretted it.

I didn't cry. Instead, I laughed.

Because I had a self-destruct mental illness.

I hate myself and the cold and ruthless world...

In the third year of being a dog in the coal factory.

My wife, Sophia, sent someone to pick me up.

I had been working continuously for 30 hours. During this period, I only ate 4 grains of rice. I was hungry and tired. I was on the verge of collapse, but I didn't dare to take any break.

As long as I slowed down, the supervisor would whip me.

It was a purgatory, which could satisfy all the fantasies of human fear.

Physical pain, hunger, sleeping in a pile of shit like a maggot was nothing.

The greater fear was the fear of death.

Of course, there was no safety precaution in the coal kiln.

Explosions and collapses often happen.

Ten minutes ago, I watched a worker dragged into the machine.

Black charcoal, red blood, and white bones.

When they mixed together, it was shocking.

I wanted to vomit, but I didn't dare.

The supervisor would definitely force me to eat what I vomited.

They took pleasure in torturing.

The rest of the workers continued to work numbly. They didn't care the death of people.

It was not that they were heartless, but that they were all idiots.

Being the only normal person, I was in great pain.

Not only the workers couldn't leave but also the seven or eight male supervisors and two female chefs.

As time went by, they got tired of each other, so I, who had delicate skin and tender flesh, became the target of torture.

I was in a trance. I didn't know if I was a man or a woman.

During the three years, my body, my soul, and my dignity have all been destroyed.

Sophia wanted to pick me up?

The endless torture made my mind stiffen.

I didn't understand why Sophia asked me to go back?

Didn't she want me to die in this hell?

It was the first time I had seen the sun outside for three years.

It was so dazzling.

It was so warm that I wanted to cry.

But then, Lincoln's face was like an evil black hole, blocking all the sunlight.

He was Sophia's childhood sweetheart and also my nightmare.

Lincoln looked at me gloatingly.

"Sophia asked me to ask you, have you regretted it?"

"Yes,,, I,,, I am sorry..."

In the coal factory, the other workers could not communicate with each other.

The supervisor and the cook treated me like a toy. They didn't need to talk to me.

Because I hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, it was hard to find my voice.

"I am glad to hear that. But why are you so dirty? You smell worse than a toilet. Go and wash up!"

He covered his nose with a look of disgust.

During the three years I had been imprisoned, I was only allowed to eat once every 36 hours. All I ate was stinky food.

Dozens of workers squeezed into a small room and were not allowed to go out of the circle. There was no toilet paper and no chance for them to take a shower.

It would be strange if I smelled good.

Lincoln asked someone to throw me into the high-pressure bathroom to wash for a whole day. After using dozens of kilograms of soap powder, I finally smelt like a human.

Then, he combed my hair and changed into a long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars on my body.

"If you talk nonsense when you get back, I'll send you to another region next time!"

He was threatening me, so I cowered and nodded.

But he found that even the smallest clothes were too big for me.

The endless torture made me lose 50 pounds in three years.

However, Lincoln had a solution. He stuffed dozens of pounds of cotton into my clothes.

"If you dare to take off your clothes in front of Sophia, I'll skin you alive!"

I was so scared that my whole body trembled. I hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, indicating that I didn't dare.

"Didn't you just take a shower? Where did the smell of urine come from!"

Lincoln covered his nose with a look of disgust.

I lowered my head even further.

In the past three years, I had been tortured.

I was infected with inflammation and some diseases.

My body was in terrible shape now.

I was disturbed both physically and mentally.

Every time I felt nervous, anxious, afraid, and other stimulation, I would pee.

"Put on a diaper!"

"Randall, you're too weak. You've become a cripple in just three years."

There was a deep regret in Lincoln's words.

It was like a cat catching a mouse. After playing a few times, the mouse would die.

He wasn't pity. He just hadn't had enough fun.