Polar Day

[BE short stories, take caution, first-person POV] At that time, under the orange light, he appeared as if enveloped by divine light, with a soft radiance in his features. In those eyes, there was nothing but the full and clear reflection of my figure. He said, “Let’s get married.” “Okay.” At that time, I was often in a daze. If… I mean… if… he had understood love from the beginning, would he… “It’s so dangerous, I almost fell in love with you.” [First Person POV/True in*est/Reverse Sadism/Gentle and Extremely Paranoid vs? (Unable to come up with anything, growing protagonist female lead.) Hint: Involves r*pe, mu*der, imprisonment, and Stockholm syndrome, the content might be distressing, so proceed with caution] Selected paragraph: Because I had my back to An Zhou, I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. All I could sense was the sound of the zipper being pulled down after a few seconds, a scorching and firm object, accompanied by a slightly slick sensation, pressed against the as-yet-undilated entrance. Amidst the silence, he thrust straight in. The dry pain swept over me, the friction too tight. He got stuck there, causing me unbearable pain. “Jiji…relax.” He leaned down, his lips lingering in my ear, and his low voice was stained with erot*c forbearance. Such a voice, seductive and enticing, like the whisper of the devil, luring you into the abyss. Stepping into the abyss and be with him forever. I gasped for breath as tears streaming down. Then let’s… go to hell together.