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His wife's image filled the screen. She was not her usual self; her hands were tied behind her back with red string, preventing her from moving, and the string was digging into her skin all over. Her engorged breasts peeked out painfully from between the tightly bound string, and her swollen skin was exposed through the mesh of strings that had been tied all over her body. The red string clung to her, as if slowly eating away at her beautiful skin, and amidst all of it, only one patch of pubic hair stood out as black. There was no trace of his wife, the mother of his two children, there—just a woman who was this man's slave.
Then the intercom rang. It wasn't the intercom at home. It was coming from inside the TV screen. His wife on the screen shifted her gaze, looking a little frightened. There was the sound of a door opening, and the voices of several men could be heard. A man appeared on the right edge of the screen. He seemed to be in his early twenties, still young and innocent-looking, as he gazed intently at his wife's naked body.
"How does it feel to be seen naked by a man close to your son's age?" the man began. His wife was completely paralyzed, her head bowed, and silent. His heart pounded as he watched. He didn't know what was going on. His wife was in a complete mess. It was clearly not normal behavior; it was a reflection of his wife in a world so far removed from his own, seemingly from another world. Yet she was out drinking like normal. He didn't know what was going on. Even as he thought this, fluid leaked from between his legs, and the feeling of his pants getting wet was indescribable. If you live long enough, you can predict most actions based on past experience. But the situation he found himself in now felt like he was in an action movie, with no clear vision of what was ahead.
"Ma'am, I'm going to let you have some fun today. You're lucky," the man said.
"Hey, Katagiri, let's go, let's get ready," another voice urged.
Going? Where? Katagiri, that must be his name among the men—the man who filmed his wife and tied her body up with rope. A young man, who appeared to be Katagiri, immediately hurled insults at his wife upon entering the car. Then a man urged Katagiri to get ready. There were at least three of them. As he was lost in these thoughts, the image on the screen changed.
Perhaps they were inside a car. It wasn't the static footage from before; instead, they were holding the camera and filming by hand. It seemed they had stopped filming and were recording again using the same tape. He wondered how much time had passed since the previous footage. Was it a different day? It was after they'd said they were moving, so it might only have been a few hours. Judging by the bright daylight streaming into the car, it didn't seem like much time had passed. He could see the screen shaking a little.
The image showed a view of the driver's seat and passenger seat from behind. It was clear the car was heading somewhere. The man in the driver's seat was the same young man from before. Judging from the spaciousness of the front seat, it was a stationary vehicle. The sound of the car moving alone gave the impression of an impersonal interior. But he quickly realized that it was only for a moment.
The image showing the view from the driver's seat gradually rotated to the right, revealing his wife sitting in the back seat. She was wearing a coat. It was only July. Was she wearing a coat? Was the footage from almost six months ago? No, the young man from before was wearing short sleeves. The image then showed his wife, who was being forced to wear the coat. She was leaning back in the seat, her head down.
"How's it, Mrs.? Does it feel good?" the man filming said, and began to remove his wife's coat from around her chest. He was stunned by what appeared on the screen. Just as in the previous footage, underneath her coat, her whole body was bound with red string. It was tied in a mesh pattern, perhaps a tortoiseshell binding. She wasn't wearing a coat, but rather her hands were tied behind her back, and the coat was being draped over her.
The man pulled the coat so that the camera could see not only her chest but her entire body. Then he saw something that looked like a green string around his wife's waist. However, the camera was focused on her chest, so he couldn't be sure. The image continued to move downwards, and the green string he had seen earlier came into view.
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