"I don't love you at all. You're just a tool for me to vent my desires!" In the video, after he said this, the girl began to sob quietly. Then, he pulled her into his arms, slowly licking away her tears. "You are so delicate, what should I do with you?" he said.
On the seat next to them, I noticed the late-night snack he had bought for me, the seafood porridge spilled all over the seat.
In a daze, I recalled how eager Javier had been when he left to buy it for me. He said, "Mandy, I know you're craving it. I'll get it right away!"
But in that hour, he spent 'buying food,' he was entangled with another woman. My stomach churned and the nausea I hadn't felt in a while hit me again. I bent over the sofa, dry heaving, overwhelmed by the sensation.
I lay on the sofa and retched, vomiting until I felt dizzy. My hand accidentally brushed against Javier's contact on the phone.
We had once agreed he would never make me wait more than three rings. This time, the phone rang ten times before he picked up.
"Mandy? What's wrong?" His voice was rushed. But in the video, his expression was far from worried, instead, his face showed satisfaction and pleasure.