Cruel memories

An experience in Congo Kim in 2008-2009 is still fresh in my memory, and I remember it every time I think about it.

I just graduated from the Chinese University of Hong Kong in 2008. Due to the pressure of employment in Hong Kong, my life is very fast. I don't have a sense of direction and belonging in Hong Kong. I'm going to a smaller city to earn some work experience and then return strongly. At a job fair, I met a financial enterprise in Yantai (the specific company name will not be disclosed) and signed the contract on the spot without informing my parents. Two days later, I started driving in Yantai. Why Yantai? Because Yantai is close to Korea, my mother is Korean and my father is from Jinhua, Zhejiang.

During my work in Yantai, apart from my step-by-step work, I answered my sister's phone every day, sometimes for a long time. Because I am a girl, my sister wants me to be with them. Growing up, I have always been the favorite baby in my family. When the girl's family is alone, the family must be concerned. However, I do have my own ideas. Without the care and instruction of my older sister, it may be more free and bold to do something here.

Although Yantai is a quasi-third-tier city, it is a coastal city and a national key Belt and Road city. Yantai is more developed than ordinary third-tier cities, and I am engaged in financial investment banking. I can learn English, Japanese, Korean and Japanese because of my baby's excellent performance in the company and her image and temperament. Korean, actually, I studied it myself. Living in Korea for a long time, my comprehensive ability is excellent. The company asked me to independently complete core business such as enterprise merger and acquisition, equity financing, bond financing and IPO listing, and equipped with several auxiliary employees. From now on, I can be regarded as a small official in the company!

After working for two years, my income grew rapidly, and soon my deposit changed from nothing to 7 digits starting with 2. Because of economic independence, my ambition has expanded rapidly. My dream is never an endless job. My biggest dream is to be a small boss, as imposing as my sister. My second sister has been engaged in mining business and foreign trade business in Congo Gold for many years. According to my father, the second sister has cobalt mine, copper mine and gold mine, but all the gold mines are held by shares. ..... Elder sister is in Qingdao, engaged in OEM and catering industry.

Soon, based on great idealism, I resolutely resigned, and the company leaders repeatedly retained me, but I was unmoved. Finally, the leader said helplessly: If you want to come back, you are always welcome to come back. ...

I regretted resigning for two and a half days. I was a child at that time, and I didn't have much social experience at all. I couldn't start a business, so I thought of my sister across the ocean ... and decided to steal some experience from her. In fact, my elder sister in Qingdao is very close to me, but she is engaged in enterprise processing business. I don't think this industry is suitable for me, but my second sister's foreign trade business is suitable for me.

Two days later, I set sail in Congo, set off from Beijing, passed through Ethiopia and arrived in Kinshasa, the largest port city in Congo. My sister has an independent three-story villa in Kinshasa, located at 630 Avenue in Kinshasa. There are many China enterprises here, including China Railway Second Bureau, China Construction and Luoyang Molybdenum Industry ... All the prestige established by China people in Congo comes from these big enterprises.

As soon as I arrived in Kinshasa, my second sister rushed over, suddenly picked me up and kept kissing my forehead. My elder sister and second sister love me the most. When I was young, they always held me above my head and said that "An Zhi" would be better than any member of our family in the future.

My second sister doesn't live in Kinshasa at all, but only comes back once in a while. My second sister's mine is in Zambia. I heard her sister say, "Her mine is a hand-operated mine. There are many mines in China, including Huayou, Han Rui, Zijin and Pengxin. ...

My sister only stayed for a few days, so she left me alone in Kinshasa and went to Zambia. I know why my sister didn't take me. The king of Congo is not only in chaos, but also in diseases, malaria and Ebola ... all kinds of viruses are rampant in the king of Congo. Before I left, my elder sister left me an old domestic used car and a local driver who can speak Chinese, so that if I need it, I can ask the driver to drive me. Because I'm here to study! I didn't expect my sister to treat me as a treasure in her hand and wouldn't let me go to Zambia with poor conditions at all! In my spare time, I learned the most basic simple French in my room. ...

I have nothing to do during this time. Kinshasa is not Dubai, so I can wander around. Bored, I called the driver and asked him to take me out for a trip. The driver said I could visit Brazzaville, the capital of Congo.

Kinshasa and Rachaeville are both the capitals of Congo, but they are two countries, one is Congo Gold and the other is Congo Cloth, separated by a river by only a few kilometers.

We set sail for Shovell by car. Out of curiosity about the King of Congo, under my chaotic command, we deviated from the main line leading to La Shovell, and went to Martinba, which is far along the Congo River, via Kasangulu and Sonabata.

We stopped at an unknown village between Sonabata and Martinba, where the most primitive residents lived. Their houses are all made of stone and mud, and the roofs are covered with some unknown grass and cloth.

I used to take photos with my mobile phone. My behavior was ruined by an oncoming boy. He pointed at me and shouted at me. I couldn't understand what he said. The boy came at me quickly. Suddenly, I reacted quickly. I narrowly escaped the inexplicable attack, but my hand was scratched, slightly scratched!

Boys are thin and short, and their bodies give people a sense of sureness. My eyes are full of anger and cold light. I looked at the driver and waited for the driver to answer this behavior. The driver said that you can't take photos casually in Congo, which may be illegal. Fortunately, I didn't take pictures in some important places of the government! Otherwise it will be very dangerous. As for the performance of boys, it is normal. ...

Although some people don't understand this behavior, I soon accepted some special customs in a strange environment. That boy dares to hurt me, and my sister is still angry that she hasn't hit me since she was a child.

When I came to my senses and looked at that boy carefully, I suddenly had an impulse to take him back and satisfy my gray desire. The boy is thin and short. This kind of physique is my favorite type, because I have a special hobby, using my weight to make others suffer and enjoy myself. In fact, I just want to step on the weakest and softest position of others to satisfy my desire, feel that I am holding others down and watching others suffer under pressure. That's what I thought at that time!

I took out the remaining spicy strips and chocolates from my bag and handed them to the boy as a gesture of friendship. Usually I like to eat spicy strips and chocolates, and I often have the habit of carrying them with me. In order to establish a relationship with boys and understand the surrounding environment. I gave the most precious snacks! Snacks are sacred objects that have little resistance to children in this world, and our atmosphere suddenly becomes relaxed.

The boy took us across a short and steep slope to their home. His home can be described as a family with four walls. The kitchen stove at home is made of broken bricks that I don't know where to pick up. These walls are made of mud and stone. Although I don't know when it was built, it still smells a little muddy. The roof is a hard plastic board with English words written on it There is no home in the house. The most valuable things should be those pots and pans. I wonder what some black cassava in the pot is made of. I walked around the room and finally found a stone to sit down. Soon I communicated with the boy intermittently in nonstandard French. The boy's parents make a living by digging mines, and there is no arable farmland. There are 9 brothers and sisters. ...

I don't know how long it took, but the boy's parents came back and saw that we were not very friendly and vulgar, but they were still very polite to me. After a few minutes of communication, I established diplomatic relations with the boy's parents, looked at the boy's family and decided to give them a hand. At my suggestion, I pointed to the boy and said, "I want to hire a boy to help me and offer a sky-high salary of 10 dollars a day." The boy's parents readily agreed. However, his parents seemed rude and urged the boy to agree. It can be seen that the boy's parents are not too concerned about the boy's safety. Most parents will ask in detail when accepting the inexplicable invitation from strangers ... Finally, the boy followed me home.

I can't wait to urge the driver to go home. It was not until the afternoon that we bumped back to Kinshasa and arranged for the boy. Considering that the boy is still young, the job arranged for the boy is to let him clean the room, which is equivalent to a nanny!

I thought this plain life was all I had in Congo, but the theft of a boy brought me special memories! Once when I packed my travel bag and put my clothes in my sister's cupboard, I accidentally left my wallet on the bed. There is a little RMB in my wallet, and the rest are dollars, about more than 2000 dollars. I changed it at the bank before going abroad. ...

The legal tender for gold in Congo is called "franc", but Congo is very special and rich in minerals. Because of the wealth effect, many foreigners gather here. There is no rigid foreign currency exchange institution for gold in Congo. Rich local people can act as institutions to exchange US dollars into francs, and most people in mining areas know US dollars. So, my 2000 yuan was stolen by a boy!

By the time I found out, it was too late and the boy had gone home along the path. I am probably the kind of person who hates hatred and has a clear distinction between love and hate! Seeing that the boy's home was surrounded by a fence, my heart softened, and I created a dispensable job opportunity for the boy's home out of thin air, in order not to let the boy suffer in the mining area, but this kindness was rewarded. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I called the driver and told him again. I was a little surprised! The driver didn't know where to find twenty or thirty people and got a van to take us to the boy's house.

The boy's father, under the threat of everyone, obediently handed over the dirty money and hit the boy in front of me! I stopped this behavior in time. As the loss has been recovered, I am ready to go home. The boy's father repeatedly begged him to go back to work, and finally I took the boy away.

The car broke down suddenly on the way, and there was no garage near Kinshasa, so the driver had to repair it himself. The driver's skill in repairing cars is very poor, and it took a lot of effort to get the car started!

When we returned to Kinshasa, it was already midnight 10, and I gave the driver some money to stay. Those helpers and drivers took them to dinner! Thinking that boys haven't eaten since morning, I let boys take a bath in the bathroom when I cook! So as not to dirty other places! I simply cooked some food. It's already 12 after dinner with boys. ...

Suddenly, I saw that boy naked and with a bulging belly, which inexplicably aroused my desire. And the desire is particularly strong! Think about the boy who stole my money, and decide to punish that boy, so that I feel avenged. In fact, I am not a vengeful person, but I have been looking for psychological reasons to abuse that boy. Maybe I was driven by desire at that time, and I would do bad things with or without reasons! Morality and desire struggled psychologically for a long time, and finally failed to overcome desire.

I suddenly got serious and pushed the boy to say in nonstandard French, "You stole my money today, and I will punish you!" " As long as you listen, I won't embarrass you, but you have to suffer. This is definitely not negotiable!

Because my French was incoherent, he understood. The boy knew that he had stolen my money, so he nodded in agreement. I don't care if he understands. Water under the bridge. Whether he agrees or not, he can't avoid suffering tonight.

To be on the safe side, I went to another room and cut a used sheet with scissors. I cut the sheets into strips to restrain the boy's actions like a rope. The boy was very resistant when he was tied up, because he didn't understand what I said and didn't know what I was going to do! I'm very scared. I knew he would resist being tough, so I suddenly became gentle with him, saying that his sister would not punish him by any violent means. Actually, I don't look like a bad person. The outside world has always commented on my beauty. When I go to school, I will walk around the campus, and more than 90% of boys will turn around. I have always been the beauty of the school. Of course, I am not self-appointed. Maybe I suddenly became gentle and didn't look like a bad person. Boys are much more emotionally stable! He may have been deceived by my gentleness and appearance. Sometimes I am cruel, natural cruelty or cruelty hidden in my bones!

I was fast and tied the boy's limbs tightly. Then, I went to bed slowly, with my legs across the boy's abdomen. I stared at the boy's lying posture, and his bulging abdomen could not hide his excitement. At this time, his posture deeply aroused his desire, his legs slowly bent and he sat on the boy's abdomen. I slowly straightened my legs and concentrated all my weight on the boy's abdomen. I actually sat on his abdomen, and his expression became more and more painful. His face twitched slightly and the veins stood out on his forehead, which is a normal phenomenon when people are oppressed. My height is 177㎝ and my weight is 65㎏, while that of boys is only 162 and my visual weight is 45㎏. And my abdomen has no cervical protection, except for the respiratory organs.

I slowly adjusted my body posture and put my feet directly on his chest. At this point, the unprecedented pressure caused by posture has pushed him into a more painful abyss. He twitched even more, but I sat firmly on it, enjoying the pleasure of oppressing others. I sat for a long time, but I can't remember exactly how long. I feel my body slowly sinking. His uneven breathing brought my body up and down in a small range. I can even clearly feel the muscles and tendons in his stomach shaking regularly under my hips. Every shake is so clear. This feeling is really great!

The boy's stomach swelled as soon as he had eaten his fill. Every minute is extremely painful under heavy pressure. Besides, I am still a 65㎞ adult, which is already overloaded for me. He struggled in pain, trying to find me who could reduce the weight of his abdomen with negligible strength ... but four of them were bound, and luck resisted, which didn't help much Because of his abdominal strength, it is impossible to adjust his posture.