Chapter 7 The Punishment To Molly

The first thing Molly did after she left the hotel was to go to a pharmacy and buy contraceptives.

Although she had no choice but to sell her youth, she must take safety measures.

Taking a deep breath, Molly knew clearly what she would face when she pushed the door open?

It was already noon in such a scorching sun. When Molly touched her belly, she felt that she should be hungry. From last night till now, she hadn't eaten anything.

Finally, the door was pushed open slowly.

Seeing that Molly finally came back, Molly's aunt picked up the chicken fur blanket beside her and lashed Molly fiercely.

"You naughty girl! You haven't come back until now. You haven't washed our clothes or cooked anything. You haven't even tutored your cousins in their homework..."

The chicken fur blanket was taken over and fell heavily on Molly's body.

It hurt, indeed. But Molly didn't cry or hide.

Molly knew that her aunt would naturally stop when she was tired.

If she dodged, she would definitely be whipped more severely.

An idea suddenly flashed through her mind. 'Perhaps, marrying Vito was not such a bad thing. At least, she could leave this so-called home without any human feelings.'

Not long later, Molly felt naive for her own thoughts at this moment. She didn't know. Marrying Vito was the beginning of her real nightmare. That was the abyss that could never be undone.

"Mom, why are you hitting Molly again? Stop it! "

Seeing her cousin, Eill Jing, running to her in a hurry. Although her skin and flesh hurt, Molly was still a little relieved.

Her cousin Eill Jing was the only place she could find a trace of warmth in this family.

Eill held her mother's hand tightly and hinted Molly to leave as soon as possible.

With a pale smile on her face, Molly didn't really leave.

She remembered that she had been taught a lesson countless times. If she dared to leave now, her aunt might not be holding a chicken fur blanket, or a hard belt, or a bamboo whip full of thorns. That kind of pain was really unbearable.

"Eill, don't worry about me. It's my fault. I deserve aunt's punishment."

Feeling sorry for Molly Eill let go of her hand and ran upstairs again.

Eill also hated herself. Every time she couldn't help Molly, she hated her mother more. Her mother was so cruel and merciless that she didn't listen to her advice at all.

After Eill left, the blanket with chicken hair fell more heavily on Molly.

Molly bit her rosy lips tightly. No matter how painful and aggrieved she was, it would eventually pass.

She told herself in her heart, 'Molly Jing, you have to be strong and go through it.'

About ten minutes later, her aunt finally felt tired and stopped whining.

She said fiercely to Molly with a chicken fur blanket.

"Hurry up and wash the clothes, the floor, and the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen. Besides, you are not allowed to eat at noon and at night. If you dare to ask Ellie to help you or bring you something to eat, I will punish you ten times more severely than this if I find out. "

Said Molly calmly, lowering her head slightly.

"Okay."

After watching her aunt leave, Molly ran into the bathroom and washed their clothes.

There was a washing machine, but her aunt asked her to wash it by hand.

In the past two years, except for Eill, her uncle's family had never treated her as a family member. Molly was just a free nanny. They could beat or scold Molly if they wanted. They could do anything they wanted her to do.

In fact, Molly was not even as good as a nanny.

Because she had no right to leave.

Her uncle had been threatening her that if Molly dared to move out, he would tell her brother, who was studying abroad, that her parents had a car accident.

Molly just didn't want her brother, who was gifted in painting, to ruin his study.

Therefore, she endured everything. She could bear all the grievances and pains alone.

Her stomach began to growl. After the crazy sex last night, Molly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and her skin and flesh began to split.

Tears finally fell down from the corner of Molly's eyes.

And mixed with turbid washing water, it was no longer clear, no longer crystal clear, no longer pity.

'Do I feel wronged?'

Molly asked herself, and the answer was yes. She felt wronged.

'Why, when others in their twenties, they can enjoy a leisurely and colorful college life. They can walk on the mall of the campus hand in hand with their beloved boyfriend. They can go shopping with friends in twos and threes on a sunny weekend, chat and drink coffee.

Why? I was twenty years old. There was nothing but endless threats. From time to time, my skin was torn open and her flesh was broken. I often had one meal a day. There was also housework that seemed to be endless. There was even the devil Vito, who was torturing me physically and mentally.

What's worse, I didn't even have the right to die. Vito had said that if I dared to die, he would let many people die with me.'

Thinking of this, Molly held her legs tightly with her hands and cried out slightly.

She was afraid that she would not even have the strength to cry later.

Suddenly, Molly fell into a warm embrace.

Then, Eill heard her sobbing voice.

"Molly, cry as much as you want! You can lean on my shoulder. "

Molly stretched out her hands and hugged Eill. As expected, Molly leaned on her shoulder and burst into tears.

People had been repressing themselves for too long. If they didn't release themselves well, they would really collapse.

Molly felt lucky to have such a good cousin beside her.

After a long time, Molly gradually stopped crying.

With a faint smile, Molly took the tissue from Eill and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Even if the whole world doesn't love you, you have to love yourself.

This had always been Molly's principle.

Last night, it was an accident. If Molly could be more rational and constantly use this principle to warn herself, maybe she would not run to a nightclub and indulge herself.

Then she wouldn't have met a lecher, and Vito didn't have to save her. She wouldn't have been beaten just now, and her stomach wouldn't have been empty.

What was worse, the pocket money she had saved for two years suddenly turned to zero.

Remember, impulse is the devil.