"Open your mouth and swallow this medicine for me!"
James Brown managed to pry open my mouth, shoving a handful of pills inside.
A mouthful of dry medicine stuck to my throat, making me instantly nauseous.
Just as I was about to vomit, James Brown quickly covered my mouth, forcing me to swallow those pills.
Looking at the man in front of me, I was filled with an unspeakable revulsion.
At a company banquet half a year ago, I was somewhat attracted to this courteous and handsome man when I met him. Coincidentally, he was also liked me. Within less than a month of knowing each other, we got married.
I thought I could finally escape my old life and start a happy one. But after the wedding, I realized how terrifying this man actually was. It felt as if I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.
His eyes were filled with fiery veins, appearing frightening, vastly different from the gentle image he'd presented before. He had been taking medicine for his...condition.
Almost half a year into our marriage, I was still a virgin.
James Brown was impotent.
I had never told anyone about this.
On our wedding night, he tried all night, but to no avail. I'm not a woman who craves sex. I believe that as long as he treats me well, everything else is irrelevant.
But repeated failures aggravated James's temperament. He often yelled at me, picking fights at the smallest provocation. My mother-in-law always looked down upon me, always causing me trouble, and he chose to turn a blind eye.
I endured all these things. But now, he was even forcing me to take medicine with him, claiming that I wasn't seductive enough for him to feel anything!
I felt that he had completely lost his mind.
I struggle free from James's restraint and get up from the bed, running to the toilet to start emptying myself, trying to vomit out those nauseating drugs.
My hair is roughly grabbed by someone and James rudely drags me, pulling me back onto the bed, a slap strikes on my face, and I feel a buzzing sound in my head.
Can he actually hit women? I must have been blind to marry such a man!
"Bloody bitch, dare to run away? Once married, you're supposed to serve me!"
As James says, he crazily ravages me. I lie on the bed like a dead body, not reacting at all.
Or rather, I dare not react. I'm aware that even if I react, this man will still remain indifferent, and then, who will appease my emotions?
Clearly, I underestimated the effect of the drugs James administered to me; some situations were unavoidable even if I didn’t want to.
James fiddled with himself for a while, yet there was still no response. Madness filled him as he dumped me on the bed and stormed out.
Could he have given up?
I hastily sprinted to the garbage bin, furiously dragging myself. The food I ate in the evening was vomited out, mixed with some white pills. But I'm certain that the drugs I took were far more than those.
The footsteps from outside gradually drew near, I knew James was back, and quickly sat back on the side of the bed. When I saw what he was holding in his hand, I recoiled in terror.
Does he intend to…?
James stepped toward me bit by bit, a cold smile on his face that made me shudder.
"If I can't have you, and if you've slept with another man, then I'd feel wronged wearing these cuckolds' hats. So, I might as well break your hymen with this cucumber first!"
