When He Becomes My Massage Gun
After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager.
At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?"
I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful.
Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists.
"It's too small and slow. Try me instead."
I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!