I married the man who had assaulted me three years ago. He looked impeccable in his suit, with piercing eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. Now, he lay behind me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, trapping me in his embrace. He leaned close to my neck, his low, husky voice whispering in my ear, “Winter, you’ll always be mine.” In the darkness, the other side of the bed suddenly dipped. An icy chill crept up my back. I instantly snapped awake. A man’s hand slid under my nightgown, moving up from my stomach. His hand was dry and cold, and my body immediately tensed up, fear gripping my heart. It was that psychopath, Jasper Gray. After running for so long, he had finally found me. Despair washed over me. I sighed, “So you found me after all.” Jasper hugged me from behind and chuckled, “Winter, I told you, you’re mine. You’ll never escape me.” He propped himself up on one elbow and used his other hand to turn me over to face him. “Winter, it’s been three years. I’ve missed you.” Missed me? I couldn’t help but sneer. What did he miss? My body, or the chance to kill me? Forced to face Jasper, I saw him clearly for the first time in three years. He hadn’t changed much. His face was still handsome, looking every bit the gentleman, but his eyes were filled with the same evil as before. I studied him carefully, my gaze moving from top to bottom. He was shirtless, and there was a long scar over his heart. The scar was long and ugly, clearly from a knife. I placed my hand on the scar and laughed coldly, “What a pity I couldn’t stab you to death back then.” It was my fault. I had the chance right in front of me, but I couldn’t seize it. Jasper stared at me and smiled, “Winter, you really have a cruel heart.” Cruel? For a murderer and rapist like him, I wished I could cut him into a thousand pieces. This was just the first cut. Even after all these years, I could still vividly recall the scene of charging at him with a knife. I plunged the knife into his body, and the gushing blood stained my cheeks. At that moment, I was excited, elated. What a pity. Just a little more, just a little more, and I could have been rid of him for good. “Winter, I gave you a chance.” Jasper grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. Then, with a cruel smile, his lips fell on my hair, my face, my neck, and finally spread to various parts of my body. “Winter, be a good girl. If you behave, I might let you go.” Three years ago, he had let me have a chance to escape, playing with me like a cat with a mouse. Now, I knew he would never make such a mistake again.
The next day, I was tied up and taken back to New York. On the way, I sat in the back seat with Jasper, my hands and feet bound. The car sped along as I stared out the window, lost in thought. Jasper turned to look at me, a cold smile on his lips, “I never imagined that after searching high and low for you, you’d be right under my nose.” The city where I had been staying, Boston, was only a 30-minute drive from New York. To hide from him these past few years, I had moved through many cities. In the end, I decided to settle in Boston, thinking the most dangerous place might also be the safest. Jasper continued to watch me, still smiling, but his eyes were like a cold pond. “Winter, you’re very clever.” He raised an eyebrow, his face taking on that cat-and-mouse expression again. I hated that look of his. He thought he would always be the winner, but I knew the outcome was far from decided. I couldn’t provoke him, at least not now. I smiled self-mockingly, “But I still ended up in your hands.” Jasper seemed pleased with this response. He smiled faintly, “Winter, trying to like me isn’t such a bad idea.” Like? How dare he even mention that word? Those two words touched a nerve. My anger surged, and I spat at him. “Make me like a rapist? You’re dreaming. Besides, you killed my parents!” “Winter, I’ve told you it’s not what you think. I was just loving you,” Jasper said in a low voice, anger hidden beneath his words. Jasper didn’t like me calling him a rapist. After it happened, he told me he was just caught up in the moment, that it wasn’t intentional. Not intentional? But I clearly expressed my refusal, and he still continued to assault me, ignoring my cries and pleas for help. I laughed coldly. How many men have told girls, “I just loved you too much,” knowing full well they were breaking the law, still trying to deceive and test? It was disgusting, truly disgusting. I felt my stomach churning, and I glared fiercely at Jasper. Jasper curled his lip, gave me a cold look, and in the next second, he pinned me against the seat with one hand on my throat. “Winter, out of bed, you’re nothing. How dare you speak to me like that? You think too highly of yourself.” As he spoke, he increased the pressure on my throat. I found it increasingly difficult to breathe, my face turning red from lack of oxygen. At that moment, I thought I might die right there. But it didn’t matter. Aren’t men all the same? They call you baby in bed, then show their true colors once you’re out of it. Especially given the relationship between me and the man before me – it was either him or me. But at the last moment, Jasper released his grip. I gasped for air beside him. The struggle to breathe had forced tears from my eyes. Laughing through my tears, I said, “Jasper, you’ll regret keeping me by your side.” Jasper laughed too. He pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at me, “I look forward to it.” His appearance reminded me of a term young girls often use these days – the “cold and aloof type,” or perhaps “gentleman villain.” It was indeed quite alluring. If he wasn’t Jasper Gray, I might have been fascinated at that moment. But he was Jasper Gray. He was too good at pretending. Back then, it was this image that made me think he was a good person. It wasn’t until later that I realized even handsome, clean-cut men could be villains. Especially someone like Jasper – he was rotten to the core. I lay back in my seat, thinking to myself, Jasper, I’m looking forward to it too. After all, I’ve been preparing for so long. This time, I will definitely kill you.
Jasper locked me in the basement. The basement was surrounded by welded iron bars, looking a bit like a prison cell from TV. I sat down in a clean spot and looked at the wall not far away. The word “hate” was carved there. I had carved it. Three years ago, after Jasper assaulted me, he imprisoned me here, afraid I would run away. Click. Jasper unlocked the door and walked in from outside. He bent down slightly, examining me, “Winter, how does it feel to be back in this familiar old place?” “Just like you – nothing fresh about the experience,” I said carelessly, playing with my fingers. Jasper, I wasn’t afraid of you before, and I’m even less afraid now. Faced with my provocation, Jasper’s expression remained unchanged. He bent down to look at me, “Winter, don’t think about leaving me. You’re the woman I’ve slept with. No one else will want you except me.” I looked at Jasper for a long time, then sneered, “Jasper, I didn’t expect you to still be so old-fashioned at heart. Men, emotions, bodies – these things have never been shackles holding me back.” “Winter, you really are cheap,” he said through gritted teeth, as if I were the one who had done something wrong. I looked up, smiling as I met his gaze, “It was men who first treated women as playthings. Why is it that when women also become indifferent to love, they’re considered cheap?” “Men and women are different,” he said slowly, enunciating each word. I chuckled and asked, “What’s the difference? Aren’t men human? Men can sleep around and walk away, but the women left behind should be shamed and despised?” Jasper’s eyes darkened, but after a moment, his lips curled up slightly, “Winter, you always know how to anger me, but I like you this way. One day, I’ll make you submit.” “Going to sleep here again?” I looked up at him. Jasper stood up straight, folding his arms as he watched me. I smiled indifferently, “Don’t men always want to take revenge on women’s bodies?” Jasper smiled, “Winter, one day both your body and heart will be mine.” I curled my lips in a sneer, “Then I wish you success.” I even clapped for him, because I knew he would never succeed. As long as I lived, I would never submit to him.
For several days, Jasper didn’t come again. Occasionally, Mrs. Wilson would come to bring me food and change of clothes, giving me some rare peace. Mrs. Wilson was Jasper’s housekeeper, who had been taking care of him since he was ten years old. That was the first time I heard Jasper’s story. Mrs. Wilson took me out of the basement to a guest room upstairs. She had drugged my food, and as the effects slowly set in, I felt dizzy. She pulled me onto the bed and started wiping my body while explaining, “Miss Winter, I’m sorry. I can’t let you bathe alone. I can’t let anything happen to you. Please forgive me.” I thought to myself, it doesn’t matter. Being clean is better than being dirty in the basement. I lay on the bed like an immobile plant as Mrs. Wilson wiped my body and began to tell me about Jasper’s childhood. “I found him when he was ten. He was so small, curled up in the rain. He had just managed to find a piece of bread in a trash can, but before he could eat it, a homeless man came from behind and snatched it away. His eyes were lost and helpless in the rain.” I forced my eyes open, trying to stay as awake as possible because I wanted to learn as much as I could about Jasper. The more I knew, the better I could find ways to deal with him. Mrs. Wilson turned me over and continued her story. Later, she took Jasper home. The name “Jasper” was given by Mrs. Wilson because she felt the northwestern region had a harsh living environment, and she hoped Jasper could survive even in adverse conditions. At that time, Mrs. Wilson was in her forties with no children, working as a cleaner and living in the poorest alley. Her monthly salary of just over a thousand dollars wasn’t enough for two people to live on. Mrs. Wilson was getting older and occasionally needed medication. Because of the lack of money, and being bullied as a widow with an orphan, Jasper became a thug. He did all sorts of things, legal or not. Mrs. Wilson suddenly stopped and looked at me, “Miss Winter, a child from a happy family like you wouldn’t understand, but I understand Jasper. We were just trying to survive.” Later, when Jasper was sixteen, he was found by the Gray family and became their heir. At sixteen, the best age, he spent all his time working. For those years, he worked day and night, and in his spare time, he had to study to make up for the education he had missed. “Miss Winter, Jasper has had a hard life. He never got what he wanted. When he was little, all he wanted was a piece of bread, but he didn’t get it. After sixteen, what he wanted was freedom, but he never got that either. Later, he just wanted you, Miss Winter. Please have mercy on him, pity him a little.” I laughed coldly. Mrs. Wilson said Jasper was pitiful, but what about me? I had a happy family, had just graduated from college, and I was supposed to have a bright future. But just because of one glance from Jasper, I was abducted by him. This thug ruined my life. Moreover, there were lives between us. Jasper was in darkness, wanting to drag me into hell to save him. But he overestimated himself. No one could save someone like him. He needed a light, but he couldn’t force me to be that light. I closed my eyes, and a tear rolled down from the corner of my eye. Jasper might be pitiful, but pity was never an excuse for crime.
When Jasper returned, I had just woken up in the room. The drugs hadn’t worn off yet, and I was limp on the bed. He smelled of alcohol, which made me feel a bit nauseous. I turned my head slightly, trying to get away from him. Perhaps this movement made him uncomfortable, because he grabbed me and carried me towards the door. I knew he was taking me back to the basement. Mrs. Wilson heard the commotion and ran in from outside. Seeing it was Jasper, she was stunned for a moment, then started to persuade him, “Jasper, let Miss Winter sleep here. There are security guards inside and outside the villa. She can’t run away.” Jasper glanced at me, curling his lips slightly, “Mrs. Wilson, don’t interfere with this. She’s very cunning.” I raised my eyelids, looking at him. Cunning? Huh, Jasper, is it me being cunning or you being afraid? You’ll never admit that beneath your exquisitely beautiful exterior, your rotten core is filled with cowardice and fear. Jasper, you’re far from being as strong as me. Thinking of this, my mood improved a little. Jasper carried me back to the basement. This time, the ground had been covered with a thick layer of blankets, probably prepared by Mrs. Wilson. Jasper held me and sat down on the blankets with me. He looked very tired. He rested his head on my neck, his thick black hair tickling my skin. He didn’t care about my feelings at all. He just held me like this and slept for a while. When he woke up, the drug effects had just worn off, but half of my body was numb from his weight. I used my free hand to massage my body while trying to distance myself from Jasper. Jasper watched silently as I moved further and further away from him, as if enjoying the show. When I finally stopped moving, he got up, dusted himself off, and smiled, “Winter, next time don’t try to use Mrs. Wilson.” My heart skipped a beat. Did he know? But I kept my face calm, knowing that this was the moment I couldn’t lose my composure. Jasper looked me up and down and continued, “I received the text message.” He held up a phone with a blue case – it was Lily’s phone. I recognized it immediately because the blue case had Lily’s photo on it. Lily was my best friend. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. In an instant, I lunged at him, using all my strength to scratch and bite him. “Jasper, you psycho, what have you done to her?” I had indeed used Mrs. Wilson. I had stolen her phone when she wasn’t paying attention and sent a message to Lily. Jasper didn’t say anything. He threw me to the side, and the force made me lose my balance and fall to the ground. He slowly crouched down to my level, then forcefully grabbed the collar of my shirt, his eyes full of threat, “Winter, so you need to behave. If you don’t, I can’t guarantee Lily’s safety.” I felt my body go cold, my limbs numb, with an indescribable pain. Jasper left, locking the door behind him. Before he disappeared around the corner, he warned me, “Don’t think about escaping again. No one can save you.” Watching Jasper disappear, I curled my lips. I never thought about being saved by others. I’ve always known that the only one who could save me was myself.
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