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Not a Doormat (completed)

This is not a tale of romance as much as a tale of survival. This the story of how Meng Yina attempted to break free from the fate of being a doormat and tried to live. This is the short story of a modern day slave. Mature themes warning. This story includes violence, sexual themes and elements that may trigger or upset some people.

Tonukurio · Urban
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15 Chs

Chapter 15 (End)

The doctor went into a store room but we could hear him swearing all the same. He had barely calmed down when he returned. He glared at all three men. The boys lowered their heads while Mr Jun looked nonchalant.

The doctor picked up the phone and made a report there and then. Mr Jun smirked and left. The boys exchanged glances and stopped the doctor in the middle of his report.

"We were forced," the boys glanced at the door, worried that Mr Jun would return at any moment.

The phone was put on loudspeaker and the boys shared their side of the story to the police on the other end.

While they were talking, I stood up to walk out as well, but the doctor stopped me.

"Yina, can you talk to me?" the doctor asked. "Don't leave. Can you tell us if you want to stay with them or leave?"

"Go if you can," Sihao and Siming encouraged me. "We can't escape yet but you might be able to."

"Send her somewhere far away," Siming pleaded.

I wasn't entirely sure what happened next, but I think we were in a police station for a while. I was told to wait in the corridor with a cup of warm water while the boys were still inside the room.

"Yina," said a familiar voice. "It's Yining. Do you still remember your older sister, my little sister - Little Aunt?"

The generations were confused and it was so twisted that I didn't know how to reply to my former sister.

"Yina, come on. I've come to take you to the hospital to see Dad. He's had an accident."

Yina and Gong Rui. Gong Rui was her husband. Ah. Yes.

Since I knew them, I followed them. Their urgent grip on my wrists weren't something I could resist anyway.

The next thing I knew, I was having my blood taken out of me and transfused into my pale 'father'. It felt like a lot of blood. I grew more and more sleepy as more and more blood was drained from me.

I closed my eyes for a moment.

There was an argument over whether to continue transfusing or to stop, since the nurse noticed that I seemed to be falling into a dangerous situation. She wanted to put some blood back. There was a fight and a scuffle that ended with security guards kicking people out of the room and some blood being replaced back into my body.

Then my stomach cramped. It cramped hard. It was painful. I could barely breathe.

"Blood! Oh my goodness. Were you pregnant? What's with this family? They brought a pregnant lady to give blood?" nurses shrieked while an alarm whooped calling for emergency assistance.

"We've found her usual doctor. He's on his way."

There were shouts and arguments.

"You guys didn't even think to test her blood before starting the transfusion? Did you even get her consent? I don't think she can even give informed consent at the moment!" my doctor yelled. "If she dies, I'm having your registration!"

In the midst of it all, Yining and Gongrui came for me again.

They carried me out of the hospital and into their car. I slept for a long time after that, only catching snippets of daily life. Yining gloated over me at times and other times was angry enough to slap and beat me up. Gong Rui, on the other hand, was extremely kind and patient, protecting me from Yining's temper tantrums. He fed me nutritious food and had hired a close mouthed carer to take care of my needs.

When they deemed me well enough, the carer was sent away. Yining and Gong Rui showered me. Gong Rui seemed to enjoy my silent embarrassment and weak attempts to resist him when he touched me. Yining just glared at the ceiling.

"If it hadn't been for your evil mistress, I wouldn't be unable to have children," she spat at Gong Rui, "and I'd never allow you to touch our family's disgrace."

"Your family wants that money and contract? Then your younger sister had better give me children."

Yining held me down onto the bed while Gong Rui lubricated himself, pushing himself in.

"Hey, she's pretty loose. She must have been wild with the Juns."

"She gave birth four times for them," Yining rolled her eyes. "She was pregnant with a fifth when she gave the blood transfusion. What do you expect? Mr Jun really only wanted her because he'd been grooming her to be their child bride since she was small. It was a surprise when she kicked up that big fuss after marrying over."

"She's not married," Gong Rui chuckled, enjoying himself. "At least, not legally. I checked."

"Wow. My parents really hated her, didn't they?" Yining said in surprise.

Gong Rui leaned over to kiss Yining while he continued to thrust into me. I reacted a little when he came, making him raise an eyebrow. He then distracted Yining by pleasuring her, while he changed my position and began to hammer me hard. Hard enough and with good enough technique that my body began to follow his rhythm. He smiled.

Every night was a night of debauchery. Gong Rui seemed to enjoy having two women serving him at all times. He had me suck him off during meals and screwed me while watching television. Every shower wasn't complete without him pounding me into the wall. One night, he purposely took me into the swimming pool to have some fun.

Yining left for a few days so that she didn't have to watch how her husband used me and seemed to enjoy it more than being with her.

"You're so much better at this than your sister," Gong Rui told me. "Mr Jun trained you himself? I heard two of those children are actually his."

I nodded vaguely.

"Damn. What a smart bastard. I should have done you in high school, but those other kids got in the way. I should have taken the opportunity to train you then. Who knows? You might have even enjoyed it and my parents might have let me keep you as my pet. Never mind. You like this, don't you? You enjoy this life of being used and abused, don't you?"

Gong Rui's sadistic tendencies began to leak, resulting in me having bruises all over my body and around my neck, just so he could have a better experience. He seemed a bit put out when we discovered I was pregnant.

Yining returned then and grudgingly took care of me. During the second trimester, Gong Rui would sneak into my bed after doing it with Yining and putting her to sleep. I knew because I could smell her perfume on him.

Somehow time passed and there was a healthy baby girl in Yining's arms. She was elated, showing the child off to everyone while I was gagged and locked in a stuffy storeroom, tied to a bed. As soon as my wounds healed, Gong Rui was on me again.

I gave birth to another child. Another girl. Dissatisfied, Gong Rui got me pregnant one more time. This time it was a boy.

And then, I was interred into a little granny flat at the back of their property. Gong Rui's father was the one who found me there. He secretly had a tryst with me while I was helpless to resist, being barely conscious most of the time. When it was discovered that I was pregnant yet again, a new plan was hatched.

My ability to give birth was sold to the highest bidder. After I gave birth, I was taken away to a far away place. It was there that I discovered that the person who had bought me was Sihao's friend. The super rich one who owned car shops, factories, shopping centres and malls.

He had found me through his connections and then bought me on Sihao's behalf, hiring staff to take care of me and the house. I was admitted to a private hospital where they inserted a contraceptive implant inside me and then treated me without fear of the medical bill.

That was a relief. A huge relief.

Slowly, I felt I was able to stay in the real world more often and for longer periods of time. Slowly, I felt my emotions and thoughts return. My heart was still a numb, frozen lake, but that was ok.

Jun Sihao came to visit and despite his trepidation, I asked him to make love to me. It was a blissful week. He was perfect and beautiful although we were all so much older now. Come to think of it, I didn't know how old I was anymore.

I liked the little island of life that I was living in. I didn't have to go anywhere or show myself to the public who probably detested such a dirty person like me. Hings were simple. Although the butler and house boy occasionally took advantage of me in surveillance blindspots, I loved the location in an isolated, upmarket suburban area and didn't feel completely unsafe. We never saw any neighbours. One of the domestic staff discovered the butler and house boy bullying me and reported it. Both men were sent to prison.

When news came that Mr Jun had died of a heart attack, I laughed. Finally.

Gong Rui's company collapsed due to somebody embezzling and during the investigation, Gong Rui's massive tax evasion was uncovered. He went to prison along with his parents, while Yining struggled with my family's company which was barely able to stay afloat.

Sihao and Siming proudly brought me home, telling me how they were still helping me take revenge on my enemies.

The children of the two Jun brothers and Mr Jun's children were both happy and confused at my reappearance. Some of them seemed disgusted by me. It couldn't be helped. There were so many rumours out there about me after all. Sihao took them all to task and sat them all down, explaining the ins and outs of the matters he had wanted to hide from them a little longer. He didn't want me to be wronged anymore.

Some of the children still couldn't accept it. Especially the oldest two. Mengna and her brother. They refused to look at me.

I lived then, in a small building behind the main house, looking after myself and learning to find myself. Trying to come to terms with the loss of the best days of my youth. Trying to learn to live like a normal human being. What was normal? Did anybody know?

The children came to seek me out themselves. One by one, driven by curiosity or a longing for a mother's love, they came to me for hugs, to cry and for advice. Mostly they came to have someone unconditionally listen to their problems and worries. Eventually they all petitioned for me to move back into the main building. I refused. My life out here on my own was much better. There was no point in letting them get all tangled up with me again. They were doing fine without me.

Siming and Sihao sought me out for company and solace. For nights of love making and enjoying each other's company. It was a great shock to us all when we discovered that I was pregnant yet again. The anti-pregnancy implant seemed to have expired.

The children all scratched their noses at the same time, looking so cute. After some discussion, they all agreed to let things be. It was likely that this would be my last child due to my age. At least this child would be able to experience what it was like to have a full loving family. They all agreed that they'd give this child all their love and attention.

The pregnancy made me very ill. I was sent to hospital where my old doctor found me and scolded both Siming and Sihao to tears. He warned them that this child would almost definitely be my last and that it probably wasn't going to be an easy one for any of us. As expected, they lost me to my mental health condition halfway through. When I returned, I was on the operating table. The child was being cut out and the doctors were worried as they sewed me back up. Things kept going wrong and they couldn't find where I was bleeding from.

It was two months before I was able to wake up again. And then, it was only to briefly greet my family and new baby. I held their hands, gave them kisses and hugs and then went back to sleep with a sensation of relieved release.

I didn't wake up again.

The end of a story born of frustration and filled with frustration. This story didn't come from a dream this time, but more of emotions I neither understand, and feel without feeling.

I hope and wish none of us end up with a life like this. If you do, try to get help. Don't give up. Let other people help save you when you can't fight anymore. There are some good people out there.

And to all the doormats out there, it's not easy, but it is possible to shake off the shackles that tie you down. You just have to be determined and willing to fight for yourself and not let them stomp you back down flat. I'm trying to save myself too. Doormats unite. We can do this and become real, visible and living people again. We can rediscover our humanity and maybe one day understand how to live with emotions again.

Hope everyone stays safe and looks after themselves.

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