07/10/2025
Whenever I got pregnant, my husband would refuse to sleep with me. Instead, he would pleasure himself with soap and his hands.
đ EPISODE 2
I woke up in the hospital, my first instinct was to touch my belly. I was certain the baby was gone, but my stomach still felt fullâround and heavy.
I looked around the empty room. No one was there. My heart raced as I called out for the doctor, hoping for answers, for some reassurance.
When he arrived, his expression was calmâtoo calm.
âNothing happened to you,â he said. âYou just passed out. All you need is rest.â
I frowned. His words didnât make sense. I clearly remembered feeling warm fluid streaming down my legsâdefinitely blood.
âMa,â he continued before walking away, âwhen you were brought in, we saw no sign of blood on your clothes or anywhere else. Rest. Youâll be fine.â
The door shut behind him, and I quickly looked down at myself. My clothes had been changed. This wasnât what I had on when I fainted. I flagged down a nurse immediately.
âWas this the dress I wore? Or did someone change my clothes?â
âThis was the exact dress you wore when you were brought in this morning, ma,â the nurse replied without looking up.
But that couldnât be true. I remembered fainting yesterday. My husband must have brought me in the next day, dressed in something new. But why didn't he bring me in immediately, something wasnât adding up.
By evening, I was discharged. My husband paid the bills with a strange ease and took me home.
At first, I wanted to ask why he had delayed bringing me to the hospital, but the words stuck in my throat. His faceâso calm, so oddly cheerfulâstopped me. He was smiling more than ever, acting almost like a man who had just won the lottery.
Later that night, as I unpacked my things, I saw it again. The red thing I had seen just before blacking out.
It was stuffed inside a black bag, half-zipped. I looked around to make sure my husband wasnât nearby before moving closer.
My hands trembled as I pulled the zipper back. Inside was a bundle wrapped in a red cloth. Beside it sat a jar of white substanceâthe very same powder my husband used to sprinkle on my belly before making love to me.
And the red bundle⌠it wasnât just cloth. It was soap, but not like any soap Iâd ever seen. Its smell was so foulâlike something rotting. I realized with a sickening jolt it was the exact soap he used to pleasure himself when he refused to touch me.
I stared at it, my heart pounding. What did the soap and the white substance have to do with his pleasure? Why were they here, hidden away like this?
As I bent lower to search the bag for more clues, I heard itâa footstep behind me.
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