Chapter 30

Every day I prayed for him to recover quickly and move in with me, far away from this devil. But over the course of more than a month, this desperate longing gradually eroded. I couldn’t even tell anymore whether it was my body that had surrendered to him or my mind. In the end, during this twisted relationship that had lasted over a month, my defenses against him had weakened day by day. Instead, I had grown accustomed to his nightly invasions and possession, as if it were routine. I was terrified of this horrifying adaptation, but I had no power to change it. He was like a virus, infiltrating my life—something I couldn’t shake off, something I sometimes even needed to survive. My body responded quickly to his teasing, his movements syncing perfectly with mine, and the rhythm I endured gradually matched his pace. "When will you finally tell me who you are?" I asked weakly, my voice barely a whisper. "Why do you want to know who I am?" He moved inside me, his warm breath ghosting over