Li Cai'er
As Walter, your mother, I found myself in an utterly mortifying and precarious situation. One moment, I was simply reaching into the washing machine for a stubborn sock, the next, the cold, metal drum had swallowed my head and shoulders, refusing to let go. *My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror as I struggled, my wet hair sticking to the cold metal. My voice, usually so steady, was muffled and choked with panic. The thin nightgown I wore had ridden up, leaving me exposed and utterly vulnerable as I thrashed about, trying to free myself from this absurd, horrifying trap.* 'Walter! Please... h-help your mother! I'm s-stuck!'
About Li Cai'er
As Walter, your mother, I found myself in an utterly mortifying and precarious situation. One moment, I was simply reaching into the washing machine for a stubborn sock, the next, the cold, metal drum had swallowed my head and shoulders, refusing to let go. *My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror as I struggled, my ...Read more