My Husband Says I’m Pretentious

[Instruction confirmed. Additional punishment: Forget seatbelt unbuckle logic.]

Michelle was enjoying Charles’ massage when she suddenly seemed to go mad. She grabbed the handle of the passenger door with both hands and tried desperately to push it open. “Hot! It’s so hot! I want to get out! I want to get some fresh air!”

Charles was scared out of his wits.

“Michelle, you’re crazy! We’re on the highway!”

He tried to hold her back, but Michelle’s strength was immense. She frantically tore at her seatbelt while kicking those splayed legs.

“Let me go! What’s this thing that’s tying me down? I’m going to suffocate!”

“Yvonne! What are you still sitting there for?! Come and help!” Charles bellowed at me as he was unable to restrain her.

I slowly took out my phone and turned on the video recorder.

“Charles, it’s better not to move her around. What if we hurt her? I’ll call 911 right now.”

In the footage, Michelle’s hair was disheveled, and her clothes were a mess. With her legs wide open, she bit down hard on Charles’ arm.

“Ah!”

Charles shrieked in pain. He jerked his hand away and slapped Michelle across the face.

“Michelle, are you a dog?”

That slap seemed to daze her.

She stopped struggling and stared blankly at Charles.

“Charles, did you just hit me?”

She covered her face, and tears welled up instantly.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. It just hurt too much.”

When he looked at the bite marks on his hand and then at Michelle’s red and swollen face, Charles felt a pang of guilt. He immediately leaned back in to comfort her.

“Michelle, I’m sorry. I panicked. Does it still hurt?”

Michelle took the opportunity to collapse into his arms and sobbed.

“It hurts. Everything hurts. Yvonne is still recording a video. Does she want to post it online to shame me?”

Charles whipped his head around and glared at me fiercely. “Yvonne, put that phone away and delete the video!”

I calmly pressed the save button and put the phone back in my bag. “Why do I need to delete it? The doctors will need to see the symptoms when they arrive. I’m doing this for Michelle’s best interests.”

“You’re such a hypocrite! You’re just jealous that Michelle and I are close!” Charles snapped.

The traffic finally began to move, and the cars ahead started to accelerate.

Charles had to return to the driver’s seat and restart the car.

Michelle remained in that shameful position with her legs apart. Her seatbelt was a tangled mess, digging into her chest and pulling her already low neckline even lower.

“Charles, I still cannot put my legs down,” Michelle said pitifully.

“Hang in there. There’s a rest area up ahead. We’ll go there to take a break,” Charles comforted her.

The car pulled into the rest area.

After parking, Charles unbuckled his seatbelt to help Michelle.

“I’ll carry you down.”

Michelle nodded shyly and wrapped her arms around Charles’ neck.

However, the moment her feet touched the ground, the system’s punishment arrived once more.

[Second stage of punishment initiated: Forget upright walking and sense of balance.]

“Ouch!”

As soon as she stood up, Michelle’s entire body went limp as if her bones had been removed.

She slumped toward the ground. Charles was quick and caught her by the waist. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t stand.” Michelle looked at her legs in terror. “Charles, I think I’ve forgotten how to walk!”

She tried to take a step, but her left foot tripped over her right, and she fell directly onto her knees.

It was not a normal kneel either. Her hands and knees were on the ground while her rear was thrust high in the air like a standard crawling posture.