After interrupting my husband and his mistress making love for the 108th time, he flew into a rage and sent me to a "Wife Obedience Academy." The headmistress of the academy openly boasted: "Once they enter our academy, even if a husband keeps a whole flock of mistresses later, the wife will greet them with a smile!" My husband was thrilled and sent me there without a second thought. What he didn't know was the reality of this so-called "Obedience Academy." It involved finding countless men to sexually subjugate the women, using spiked leather whips to shatter their resistance. Many men came specifically because of my reputation, all wanting a taste of what the wife of Oliver Sterling, the crown prince of New York high society, was like. They vented their lust on me with wild abandon, refusing to stop until they forced me to say, "You're better than Oliver Sterling." It wasn't until a year later that Oliver finally walked into the academy for the first time, saying he wanted to inspect the results of my "education." ...... At that moment, three men were climbing off me, their faces full of satiated lust. The headmistress frantically dressed me in a snow-white dress and pushed me in front of Oliver. He narrowed his eyes, examining me. Seeing my conservative attire, he smiled with satisfaction. "You taught her well. Chloe used to be so flamboyant, always wearing those eye-catching mini skirts. Who knows how many men were lusting after her." "Now, looking so demure and proper—this is what a woman belonging to Oliver Sterling should look like." I kept my eyes downcast and didn't speak. You cannot look directly into a client's eyes. You cannot interrupt a client when they are speaking. These rules had been beaten into me by the bruises and scars hidden beneath this white dress. "Mr. Sterling, as long as you're satisfied. I put a lot of effort into this," the headmistress chimed in, her face full of fawning flattery. Oliver casually pulled out a check and tossed it to her. "You'll get your reward." The headmistress took it with a wide, obsequious grin, nodding and bowing as she stepped aside. "Chloe, come here." Oliver sat on the sofa and curled a finger at me. The moment I heard those three words, I dropped to my knees out of sheer conditioned reflex and crawled toward him like a dog. Oliver's pupils shrank violently, his eyes filled with absolute, disbelief-fueled shock. His long fingers grabbed my chin, forcing my head up to meet his gaze. "Chloe, what are you doing? Is this what you learned over the past year?" The terror carved into my bones made me avert my eyes. Keeping my gaze lowered, my voice trembled: "Master, please don't be angry. I will serve you and make you happy right away..." Seeing the situation turning sour, the headmistress chuckled awkwardly, stepping forward to pull me up. "Mr. Sterling, we teach women that their husband is their heaven, demanding unconditional obedience. Your wife's subservience and obedience levels are extremely high; she views you as her master." Hearing this, Oliver's expression softened slightly, then he let out a sudden, cold laugh. "And here I thought you were so high and mighty. Turns out you're just a cheap slut too." I heard insulting words like these every single day. I had long since grown numb to them, merely keeping my head bowed and standing submissively to the side. He was very satisfied with my attitude and scoffed: "So obedient? If I'm affectionate with Mia in the future, are you still going to throw a massive tantrum?" My fingers trembled slightly. Remembering the days of being electrocuted, dragged across the floor, and brutalized over the past year, I quickly shook my head. "No, I won't. Never again." "And if I move Mia into the house, you can tolerate that too?" "I will. You are the master, you can do whatever you want." Oliver's brow furrowed slightly, an indescribable emotion suddenly welling up in his chest. This was clearly the answer he wanted to hear most, so why did he still feel so uncomfortable? "As long as you know your place." Mia seemed to sense Oliver's unease. She clenched her fists and suggested: "Oliver, Chloe has definitely learned her lesson. It seems this school is really effective. How about we sign her up for another year?" Chapter 2 Hearing those words, my heart plummeted straight down, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. The men who came here seeking me out all had some sort of grudge against Oliver. Whenever they suffered a setback because of him, they would viciously take it out on me, making me wish I were dead. Those scenes flashed vividly before my eyes. Terrified, I began kowtowing to Oliver over and over again. Thud, thud, thud. The sound of my forehead striking the floor was dull and grating. "Master, I'll be good. I'll never get in your way again. Please, don't leave me here." Oliver's eyes filled with dark amusement. "Mia makes a good point. Another year of study, and you should be even more obedient." My body shook violently; it felt like something was crushing my heart. Trembling, I rubbed my face against Oliver's pant leg. "Master, I missed you so much this past year. Please take me with you..." A flash of sadistic pleasure crossed Oliver's eyes, as if he were reveling in the thrill of controlling my fate. Seeing my face covered in tears, he finally laughed: "Alright, seeing how much you missed me, I'll take you back this time." "But if you act up again, I'll send you right back." Terrified that Oliver would change his mind, I nodded frantically. Before leaving, the headmistress pulled me aside, offering a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she warned: "Chloe, there are hidden cameras in the client rooms. If you say anything you shouldn't, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Nightmarish scenarios constantly surged in my mind. Forcing down the bile rising in my stomach, I answered with a trembling voice, "I won't." On my first night home, the sounds of a woman's euphoric moans drifted from the master bedroom. But I didn't barge in and scream like I used to. I just lay quietly on my bed, as if I hadn't heard a thing. Only when the sounds stopped did I pull a wallet from my pocket. It contained the money I had secretly saved up over the past year at the academy. I counted it and found it was barely enough to buy a cheap, budget-airline ticket out of the country in five days. I pulled out my phone and, with trembling fingers, clicked purchase. The moment the ticket was issued, I closed my eyes and let the tears slowly fall—a mix of relief and pure despair. After washing up, I lay in bed, forcing myself to close my eyes. Perhaps because I had returned to a familiar place today, in my hazy state, I found myself reminiscing about my past with Oliver—a rare occurrence. Oliver and I were childhood sweethearts. Since we were kids, he always shouted that he would marry me when he grew up. So, on my eighteenth birthday, he filled the entire city sky with fireworks for me. He used thousands of drones to create a portrait of the two of us in the sky. Back then, I thought I was the happiest person in the world. But beautiful beginnings don't guarantee beautiful endings; karma runs deep. The sweet vows of the past had now become weapons meant to destroy me. I don't know how much time passed, but I fell into a groggy sleep. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a sharp, piercing pain. I snapped my eyes open. Chapter 3 I saw Mia standing in front of me with a triumphant look, holding a fruit knife. There was blood on the blade; clearly, she had just slashed me. In the past, whenever I caught her and Oliver in bed, I wanted to claw their faces off. But the torment I endured at the club over the past year had long accustomed me to utter submissiveness. Seeing my meek and submissive state, Mia seemed to find it even more amusing. She leaned in and lifted my chin with the blade. "Weren't you always forcing Oliver to dump me? Do you still dare to do that now?" She pressed harder, and I frowned in pain, but still didn't dare fight back. I just shook my head desperately. Mia giggled aloud. "The grand Mrs. Sterling, reduced to a whore ridden by thousands of men. How do you even have the face to stay by Oliver's side?" I closed my eyes, my voice trembling: "Don't worry. I will leave." "Don't worry?" Mia sneered. "I'm not worried at all. Because I'm going to make sure Oliver completely erases you from his heart." With those words, she took the knife and slashed her own wrist. Before I could even react, she suddenly climbed onto the window sill and threw herself off. The massive thud alerted everyone in the house. When Oliver saw Mia lying on the ground covered in blood, his face contorted in horror. "Mia!" Mia coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and weakly opened her eyes. Those eyes were misty and pitiful: "Oliver, I thought Chloe had accepted me. I never thought she would push me out the window when I wasn't looking... don't blame her, she just..." Before she could finish, she completely passed out. Oliver snapped his head up, his eyes filled with suppressed rage: "Stubborn to the core! Chloe, what did you promise me at the academy?! What will it take for you to accept Mia?!" I frantically shook my head. "It wasn't like that, I didn't push her..." "Is there a single truth left in your mouth?! You just wait!" But Oliver refused to listen anymore. He scooped Mia up and rushed out the door. I was escorted to the hospital by the bodyguards. I heard Mia was hemorrhaging, and my blood type just happened to be the same as hers. So, ignoring the fact that I was anemic, Oliver ordered me to donate blood to Mia. He said, "This is what you owe her. Or would you rather go back to the Obedience Academy?" The words "Obedience Academy" made me tremble from the bottom of my soul. They also made me obediently walk into the blood donation room. The massive needle piercing my vein made me shudder involuntarily. As the blood slowly drained away, my body grew colder and colder. The world before my eyes began to blur. I didn't know how many vials of blood they drew, but eventually, I couldn't hold on anymore and passed out. When I woke up, a ray of sunlight was hitting my face. My first thought wasn't, "The sunlight is beautiful today." It was, "Today is the fourth day of the countdown to escaping the abyss." Just as I was about to get out of bed, I suddenly noticed a box of my favorite mochi cakes on the bedside table. In the past, whenever I felt unwell, no matter where he was, Oliver would brave the wind and rain to buy these for me, just to make me smile. I picked up the mochi cake and mechanically stuffed it into my mouth, chewing and swallowing it bite by bite. It used to taste so sweet; now, it tasted incredibly bitter. Just then, Oliver stormed into the room holding my phone. "Chloe, why did you buy a plane ticket?" Chapter 4 I told the truth: "I want to go abroad to see my mom and dad." Oliver's expression instantly darkened. He pinned me down on the bed. "See your parents? You wouldn't be trying to run and tattle on me, would you?" My parents and the Sterling family were old friends. Years ago, my father moved most of his company's projects overseas and took my mother to settle there for her health. I was the only one who stayed in New York, solely so I could marry Oliver. If that wasn't the case, he never would have dared to send me to that so-called "Obedience Academy." Terrified that my parents wouldn't be able to handle the blow if they found out what happened to me, I had decided not to tell them. "How could I? I just miss them too much." Oliver roared, "Chloe, do you think I'm an idiot?!" "Put away those little schemes of yours! You are mine in life, and you'll be my ghost in death!" With that, his massive hands ripped my clothes open, and he violently vented his lust on me. I didn't resist. The countless men at the "Obedience Academy" had taught me that resistance was entirely futile. After he was done, Oliver locked me in the maid's quarters for two days. He only let me out on the day of the Sterling Group's annual gala. "Chloe, you are my lawfully wedded wife. It's only right that you accompany me." I numbly put on the evening gown he brought and let the makeup artist style my hair and face. But as soon as we arrived at the venue, a staff member informed Oliver there was an issue with the banquet. Oliver rushed off to deal with it, telling me and Mia to wait for him in the VIP lounge. Mia smiled and nodded, pulling me into the lounge. The second the door closed, her face changed instantly, her tone vicious: "Didn't you say you were leaving?! Then why were you seducing Oliver into sleeping with you two days ago?!" I fought down the disgust welling up inside me and said coldly, "Oliver forced me..." Mia let out a cold laugh. "Do you think I'd believe that? Since you love sleeping with men so much, I'll grant your wish." With that, she clapped her hands. The door opened, and a large group of homeless men rushed in. Mia suddenly tore a massive rip in her own dress, messed up her hair, yanked open the door, and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Help! Oliver, help me!" Oliver had just finished handling the banquet issue and was coming to find us. Hearing the screams, he charged into the room. Mia threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, looking absolutely terrified. "Oliver! Chloe got a bunch of homeless men to rape me! She hates me, she wants to destroy me!" Oliver looked at me in sheer disbelief, flying into a blinding rage. "Chloe, you are beyond saving!" I wanted to explain, but Oliver simply wouldn't listen. He said coldly, "Since you love the feeling of being humiliated so much, then you can spend the night right here!" With that, he picked Mia up and turned to leave, not sparing me a single glance. My pupils dilated, the blood in my veins seeming to freeze instantly. Agonizing memories from the "Obedience Academy" flashed through my mind. The dark solitary confinement room, the freezing leather whips, the grotesque smiles of those men. My body began to shake uncontrollably. "Oliver! I'm begging you, please don't leave me here!" I dropped to my knees and began kowtowing frantically, my forehead hitting the floor with heavy thuds. "I was wrong! Please, don't leave me here! Oliver, save me..." "I can't be alone with these men, I'll go crazy!" I screamed in agonizing despair, tears mixing with the blood dripping from my forehead, staining the floor red. But he only left me with one sentence: "They're the men you hired yourself, what could possibly happen to you?" Chapter 5 After Oliver left, the pack of homeless men swarmed over me, tearing at my clothes. My body was like a broken ragdoll, played with at their whim. My fingers gripped the bedsheets so tightly my knuckles turned white, but I didn't make a single sound. I stared blankly at the ceiling, letting the countless filthy men do as they pleased. That night, I was brutalized for the entire night. My body felt like it was being ripped apart, my blood soaking the sheets. The next morning, the men finally pulled up their pants and climbed off me, leaving the room thoroughly satisfied. I lay splayed on the bed, looking as if I were dead. I don't know how much time passed before I numbly stood up and stumbled out of the room. As soon as I stepped out, I heard gasps of shock and horror from the people around me. "What happened to her? Why isn't she wearing any clothes?" "Oh my god! What happened?! She... are those her intestines..." But I just kept walking numbly, as if everything around me had nothing to do with me. Until my phone suddenly buzzed with a flight boarding reminder. Today was the day I had planned to escape the abyss. Just a little bit more. I was so close. I wanted to live so badly. Even during that year at the Obedience Academy, I never gave up hope. But now, my body and soul were utterly, irrevocably destroyed. Looking at that message, the tears finally fell. I couldn't leave anymore. I would never be able to leave. The man I loved most, Oliver, had personally shoved me into hell, over and over again. Just then, Oliver called. As soon as the call connected, he started berating me: "Have you lost your damn mind?! You don't come home all night, are you addicted to playing the victim?! You hired those guys, what could they possibly do to you?" I looked down at the wounds all over my body, my heart a barren wasteland. Oliver continued: "When you're done throwing your tantrum, get back here. Today is my and Mia's two-year anniversary. I want to see you accept us with my own eyes." I finally spoke, my voice hoarse but calm: "Alright, Oliver. I'll make sure you see me with your own eyes." With that, I hung up and walked up to the hotel roof. After hanging up, Oliver suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable unease. Just as he was about to call Chloe back, his car pulled up to the entrance of the hotel. BANG! A massive explosion of sound— A figure plummeted from high above, smashing directly onto the hood of his car. Terrified screams erupted all around him. He slowly raised his eyes, his pupils shrinking violently— Through the shattered windshield, he saw Chloe's face, bleeding from all seven orifices.
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