The more Cynthia thought about it, the more it didn't seem right.The location didn't match up with what she remembered, nor did the seasons.It was as if she had lost something that she couldn't remember, especially the dark metal cage in the house, which looked creepy as hell.Cynthia was standing in front of the cage when Carlo came back and asked, "What's this? Why is there such a big metal cage inside the house?""This is ......" Carlo couldn't say, his eyes dodging and looking away."Are you hungry, I had them prepare a bit of porridge, is there anything else you'd like to eat?"Cynthia turned her head to look at him and said, "You seem to have changed."Carlo's heart jumped and he swallowed nervously and asked, "What?""Like not so silly and cute anymore."There was disappointment in Cynthia's tone, but on second thought she was happy for him, "It's good that you've regained your wits, I can save myself some worry, can you tell me what's been going on all this time?"Carlo help
In the evening, Carlo came out of the bathroom and saw Cynthia leaning against the bed reading a book.She was wearing the light white pyjamas he had bought for her, her freshly washed hair draped nicely over her shoulders.As she went through her book, her lashes were long and arched, fanning out. Her long hair was not totally dry, and water spilled onto her white nightgown.The wet garments adhered firmly to her flawless skin, her shape already petite, and the wet clothes wrapped around her body seemed much more enticing.She had obviously not noticed that he had been staring at her since he had come out of the bathroom.Her attention was all focused on the book in her hands.Her whole body looked a little rounder after all the toning she had done over the past few days.Her fingers gripping the book were slightly pink and her face had a healthy flush.Looking at her pink face, he couldn't help but want to get closer to her.He always felt that since her memory loss until now, the a
Carlo woke up to the sound of something rustling. He opened his eyes hazily and saw Cynthia standing on the balcony looking out, it was dark outside and only the thin light of the moon was coming in.Cynthia opened the window on the balcony and half of her body poked out. Carlo's heart fluttered and he quickly got up from the bed and went to the window, stopped her and took her down from the window, and they fell to the ground together."What are you doing?" Carlo's words were tinged with anger, but the end of his voice trembled slightly with fear.Cynthia, however, looked around as if she had just come back to her senses, rather unsure and confused, looking at Carlo: "What's wrong?"The cold moonlight gilded Cynthia with a cold silver rim, making her as beautiful as a false mannequin.Carlo met her eyes and saw that they were clear as water and no emotion beyond a few questions, so he dropped his heart and hugged Cynthia tightly with his heart pounding.Cynthia looked at the man in f
Pregnancy is a delicate moment when you can't be wounded, can't get near to your lover, and can't endure cerebral stimulation.Carlo had the entire third floor of the staircase thickly carpeted and all the areas of the villa with right-angled edges fitted with anti-bump corners.The scene of her deliberate fall down the stairs was still engraved in his mind.He has had a deep fear of stairs ever since.In the days when Cynthia collapsed, he would see her in a vision standing at the top of the stairs, her body falling down.And he would rush to grab her body, but only held a handful of air. As if that wasn't enough, he remembered that Cynthia had been very fond of sour foods during her last pregnancy, so he ordered the maid to prepare grapefruit juice and a variety of sweet and sour snacks for Cynthia every day.Carlo underestimated her, and the change in his behavior was so obvious that Cynthia surely think it was unusual. She asked Carlo if there is something he is not telling her.
Cynthia awoke to find herself in a massive metal cage. It was more like a prison than a cage,with bar after bar as thick as her wrist, and the cage was high and wide, occupied a third of the room. Cynthia pressed her forehead and sat up. It was dark outside and there were no lights on in the room。She could only look around by the moonlight coming in through the window. It was a slightly vintage style room that looked like someone's bedroom, as there was a large bed not far from her. Where was this? How had she ended up here? She remembered going home alone after his class for the students and feeling someone cover her mouth and nose as she looked for the key to open the door outside her house. She then losing consciousness. The door creaked open and a figure in leather shoes and suit trousers walked in, the house was too dark for Cynthia to see him. The house light was switched on and Cynthia squinted reflexively, after a moment she could make out the person standing in
The next day, Cynthia had a fever, and there was hardly a part on her body that wasn't covered in bruises. Her private little garden down below was even more red and swollen , the 'storm' of last night had been too violent. She drifted off to sleep until noon when Carlo woke her up, the man was dressing her and Cynthia pushed him with her hands, "Leave me alone, I'll dress myself." After the last night he had forced sex on her, Cynthia was so repulsed and scared of the man in front of her that she couldn't relate the stupid, yet pure and virtuous Carlo to the bastard in front of her. "Good girl, you can't do it yourself right now, I'll help you.It'll be done in a minute." Carlo took on a cajoling tone and helped her put on her loose t-shirt. Cynthia had no strength but to glare at him, but her eyes, still thinly misted from last night's affair, were no deterrent at all.She questioned, "Why did you do that to me?" Carlo helped her to dress and sat on the edge of the bed, say
Since leaving Cynthia, Carlo reoccurred dreams of the day they separated practically every night. It was a rainy day and his father had sent for him to leave her. Naturally, he was reluctant to go, having promised Cynthia long ago that he would stay with her for the rest of his life. His Cynthia, who, although she would often scold him for being stupid, would be the first to buy him a cupcake on her payday, now said to him with a cold face: "Carlo, I don't want you anymore, I've sold you to them, you know I'm most afraid of trouble, and with you gone, my trouble is gone." The scenes she left without looking back is still replayed in Carlo's dreams every night. He used to think that in this world, if he treated people sincerely enough and gave enough love, he would gain the approval of the people he loved most. But reality shattered his good intentions like a powerful storm in a peaceful life. It took him a long time to react, his mind going blank, tears sliding down the corners
Cynthia could never have imagined that Carlo, who was originally such a crybaby, would be such a horrible and unbelievable person after he regained his memory. She could not understand any of the things that were happening to her now. She crouched in her cage, crying helplessly, sometimes wondering if God had sent Carlo to torment her because she had hurt him. In her helpless and horrible space, she can only temporarily numb herself by drawing herself a picture of a utopian world in her mind.Cynthia felt like a zoo monkey, her dignity crushed and her body torn to pieces as the maids came in to bring her food. Carlo had a penchant for leaving marks on those parts of her body that were too thin to be covered by the blanket. Cynthia felt like a monkey in a zoo, her dignity crushed, locked in a cage for human pleasure. She crouches in the corner, hugging herself tightly, defensive of everything around her.The person in charge of her today is a young-looking girl who she has never seen
Pregnancy is a delicate moment when you can't be wounded, can't get near to your lover, and can't endure cerebral stimulation.Carlo had the entire third floor of the staircase thickly carpeted and all the areas of the villa with right-angled edges fitted with anti-bump corners.The scene of her deliberate fall down the stairs was still engraved in his mind.He has had a deep fear of stairs ever since.In the days when Cynthia collapsed, he would see her in a vision standing at the top of the stairs, her body falling down.And he would rush to grab her body, but only held a handful of air. As if that wasn't enough, he remembered that Cynthia had been very fond of sour foods during her last pregnancy, so he ordered the maid to prepare grapefruit juice and a variety of sweet and sour snacks for Cynthia every day.Carlo underestimated her, and the change in his behavior was so obvious that Cynthia surely think it was unusual. She asked Carlo if there is something he is not telling her.
Carlo woke up to the sound of something rustling. He opened his eyes hazily and saw Cynthia standing on the balcony looking out, it was dark outside and only the thin light of the moon was coming in.Cynthia opened the window on the balcony and half of her body poked out. Carlo's heart fluttered and he quickly got up from the bed and went to the window, stopped her and took her down from the window, and they fell to the ground together."What are you doing?" Carlo's words were tinged with anger, but the end of his voice trembled slightly with fear.Cynthia, however, looked around as if she had just come back to her senses, rather unsure and confused, looking at Carlo: "What's wrong?"The cold moonlight gilded Cynthia with a cold silver rim, making her as beautiful as a false mannequin.Carlo met her eyes and saw that they were clear as water and no emotion beyond a few questions, so he dropped his heart and hugged Cynthia tightly with his heart pounding.Cynthia looked at the man in f
In the evening, Carlo came out of the bathroom and saw Cynthia leaning against the bed reading a book.She was wearing the light white pyjamas he had bought for her, her freshly washed hair draped nicely over her shoulders.As she went through her book, her lashes were long and arched, fanning out. Her long hair was not totally dry, and water spilled onto her white nightgown.The wet garments adhered firmly to her flawless skin, her shape already petite, and the wet clothes wrapped around her body seemed much more enticing.She had obviously not noticed that he had been staring at her since he had come out of the bathroom.Her attention was all focused on the book in her hands.Her whole body looked a little rounder after all the toning she had done over the past few days.Her fingers gripping the book were slightly pink and her face had a healthy flush.Looking at her pink face, he couldn't help but want to get closer to her.He always felt that since her memory loss until now, the a
The more Cynthia thought about it, the more it didn't seem right.The location didn't match up with what she remembered, nor did the seasons.It was as if she had lost something that she couldn't remember, especially the dark metal cage in the house, which looked creepy as hell.Cynthia was standing in front of the cage when Carlo came back and asked, "What's this? Why is there such a big metal cage inside the house?""This is ......" Carlo couldn't say, his eyes dodging and looking away."Are you hungry, I had them prepare a bit of porridge, is there anything else you'd like to eat?"Cynthia turned her head to look at him and said, "You seem to have changed."Carlo's heart jumped and he swallowed nervously and asked, "What?""Like not so silly and cute anymore."There was disappointment in Cynthia's tone, but on second thought she was happy for him, "It's good that you've regained your wits, I can save myself some worry, can you tell me what's been going on all this time?"Carlo help
Carlo's heart was rocked by Cynthia's gaze, a sight of death and determination, as if she was saying goodbye to the world.She lay limp on the floor, like a dead fish that had given up struggling.she was not striving or suffering.She could not feel anything anymore.Now before her, her future and her life were stained with a dirty, unforgivable stain.She had been torn apart by fate, destroyed by this man, in the name of love.Now she wanted nothing more, life or consciousness, it was better for her to be stripped of it all.Carlo patted her stiff face with his hand, trying to rouse the person in front of him. But it was all in vain."Cynthia! Cynthia! Cynthia! You mustn't pretend, get up, I know I'm wrong. Don't you do this, don't you do this, I'm scared."The person in his arms was no longer responding, her pupils were out of focus and her face drooped to the side."I know... I know it's all a pretence for you, right?You're trying to lie to me again, wake up! I won't believe it."
As entered October, the weather was not as hot as before, and the woods not far away were deeper in green, blowing through a gust of wind with a clattering sound coming from the depths, like the trees' low chorus of farewell to summer.Cynthia had only been taken by Carlo to meet Andrea once, to look in the doorway from afar, and then to be dragged away.Whenever she mentioned anything about Andrea, Carlo gagged her and pinned her to the bed, leaving her with no energy to ask about Andrea.Dr Marco had said that she needed a period of recovery before she could get pregnant again, but Cynthia was in a hurry and she asked Marco for a pregnancy test soon after she resumed sex with Carlo, but the results were not to her liking.Carlo does allow Cynthia to go for walks, but she seems to have lost interest in the outside world, not even going to the screening room at the villa, and spends her days as a marionette, with no purpose other than to satisfy Carlo's sexual appetite.Carlo senses
The only one who could communicate with Cynthia, Debby, had been transferred and now she spoke no more than ten words a day. Her whole body was sickly and the state of Antonio's health in captivity was the only thing that kept her going. Still looking at the cage in her room, she felt an endless wave of sorrow rising from her heart. It was as if her soul had shattered into several pieces. She had finally experienced the helplessness of those who have lost all hope, the feeling of not having any attachment to life, the peace that could disappear at any moment. Liz was never as concerned about Cynthia's state as Debby usually was, always shutting the door behind her as soon as she put down the food and water. Cynthia didn't care about this anymore, she even found it a relief to be without company. When Carlo returns with the dog, Cynthia is sitting on the balcony looking out at the view.Instead of the vague look of longing and anticipation that she used to have, she looke
Antonio is still locked up, Carlo's reason being that he cannot be released until Cynthia is pregnant. Cynthia has suffered a lot of physical damage and Dr Marco says that it will take at least three months to recover before she can conceive again, which means that Antonio will be kept here for at least three months. Cynthia begged Carlo if she could release him first, as she wasn't going to escape anyway and there was no point in keeping him locked up. Carlo touched her cheek and gently refused Cynthia's request. Cynthia bit her lip and looked away from his face. Cynthia's daily care routine was replaced by Liz, with whom she did not interact much and to whom there were only three answers to any question: yes, no and don't know. With the internal problems of his 'little family' resolved, Carlo focuses more on his business in the North End. Since he had turned down Bishop's offer to sell drugs, Bishop had been making some nasty little moves recently, not so much to make an impac
Cynthia's health needs to be rested and Carlo has ordered that anyone who causes her any more accidents in the future will pay with their lives .Debby has been removed from her post for neglect of duty and Cynthia has not seen her for three days.Every day Cynthia lies in bed staring out of the window, lost in thought.Every time Carlo comes to her bedside and tries to tell her something she just listens without expression and says nothing.She was like a puppet who had lost her soul."I told you not to think about leaving me, why do you still have to be so cruel, even to my child."Those were the last words Carlo said to her before he pushed open the bedroom door and left.But Cynthia was living in her own fantasy, unable to respond to his words.Suddenly she recalled the film Truman's World.So that's how Truman felt when he got the truth about this world.She smiled bitterly and stood up to pour the meal Carlo had prepared for her onto the floor next to the cage.Her body had no