Henry's Dungeon (Other Adult Fiction)

Angel lowered her head and carefully read the Hong Kong news section of today's newspaper. She stared at the man in the photo, thinking of the past that she couldn't bear to recall, and couldn't help but cover her face and shed tears.

Two months ago, Angel attended a charity party in place of her father who was on a business trip to France. It was at that party that she met this man: "Call me Henry. I like people to call me Henry."

When she was eleven years old, her family sent her to study in Massachusetts, so she seldom heard news about Hong Kong, let alone the political world. Angel only heard from her father that the man in front of her was a senior official who had participated in the study and introduction of measures to reduce red wine taxes in 2007, so he was a benefactor to her father who ran a red wine import and export business.

At the party, Angel found that Henry did not take the initiative to chat and laugh with the businessmen and officials on the same stage, but kept opening up different topics with her: "Hearing what you said, Angel, it seems that you have not been back to Hong Kong for a long time. So you may not know what the media calls me. In fact, they call me a pig, a dragon, and a Tang dog at one time. I think it would be better for them to just call me a bastard, haha." This sudden self-deprecation made Angel feel that as a senior official, Henry actually did not have any airs. This made Angel let down her guard and relaxed. During the whole dinner, she chatted with him about everything.

Just as the guests were about to leave, Henry asked Angel a bold question: "Angel, do you have a date tonight? Would you like to visit my dungeon?" Angel had been invited by men to ride in sports cars countless times, and she had also been to the private yachts of rich second-generations at night. However, the word "dungeon" suddenly made the 29-year-old girl curious like a little girl. Although she knew that the question "Would you like to visit my dungeon?" was no different from the opening line of the kidnapper, "Little sister, wait for your uncle to take you to the goldfish", Angel was indeed a little excited and expectant. However, as the daughter of a famous wine merchant, Angel still seemed a little stubborn: "Sorry, Henry, I have an exam for my MBA degree the day after tomorrow, and I think I have to go back to review my studies." "Studying is important, but it's okay to participate in extracurricular activities occasionally. It's good for your body and mind." Henry answered with a proud look.

As a result, Angel's curiosity about the dungeon and the man overcame a woman's sense of self-protection. After thinking for a moment, she followed Henry and his private driver back to Henry's apartment. After all, it is not appropriate for a woman to go to a man's house at 11 or 12 o'clock. Angel actually understood this. On the way in the car, she asked: "Henry, your wife will not mind if you bring a woman home?" "Don't worry, she lives in Room 5 and I live alone in Room 7. I don't know if I can help Hong Kong people implement a high degree of autonomy, but at least I can do it at home." Henry said with a smile.

The driver drove the car into the parking lot of the mansion. Henry got out first, then he gracefully opened the door and helped Angel out, then told the driver to leave. In a dark corner of the parking lot, Henry approached a gray wall and lifted a hidden gray handle. Then he pulled it hard, and an entrance that was only wide enough for an adult to pass through opened. It seemed that the secret passage led to the basement of his home. "The entrance is a little narrow, but I like narrower entrances." Henry raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, then put his arm around Angel's waist and led her into the mysterious dungeon.

After passing through a dark spiral staircase, Angel finally arrived at Henry's underground palace. The first scene that caught her eyes was a long and deep corridor. The corridor was actually Henry's private wine cellar. It consisted of two rows of solid wood temperature-controlled wine cabinets that were almost 30 feet long and 7 feet high. They formed a tunnel-like space. Although Angel's home also had many wine cabinets, she felt that the one here was too breathtaking.

"Do you like this red wine tunnel? In fact, I named it the Red Tunnel." Angel couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. Although Henry is old, Angel really appreciates that he still has a youthful and energetic sense of humor.

"Angel, do you mind if I know the year you were born?" "Yes, I was born in 1983." "Although you and I are just casual acquaintances, I also wanted to buy you a good wine as a meeting gift. Okay! Let's buy a 1983 Chateau Lafleur and drink it together. I hope you will like it." Due to her family background, Angel is surrounded by wine lovers, but it is the first time she has encountered such an interesting thing as opening a bottle of red wine with the same year as her birth. Henry dragged Angel's hand and walked to the wine tasting room next to the Red Tunnel. At this moment, she knew that the other party was more than twice her age, but she did not resist at all. She knew that her slight Oedipus complex might have been cultivated because she was separated from her father for a long time since childhood.

There was a large round table in the middle of the 400-square-foot wine tasting room. They sat on antique rosewood chairs beside it to taste the wine. Soon, Angel was drunk and overwhelmed. Henry saw Angel's condition and couldn't help but touch her face and started to make love with her. Then he slowly took off her evening dress and started to prepare to make love with Angel on the rosewood chair.

"It seems there is no bed here. It's not that convenient." Angel, who was pressed down by Henry, smiled with a blushing face. "Actually, I don't want to have no bed here. It was my wife's idea. She doesn't want me to do anything else. She even monitors me in this dungeon through a glass window at the bottom of the swimming pool. But don't be surprised, she doesn't swim at all." Henry said, pointing to the glass ceiling on top of the tasting room.

Henry was very careful, and was eager to dispel Angel's doubts about the lack of a bed. He suddenly lifted Angel's long legs, who were sitting on the chair, and placed them on his shoulders on both sides. Then he lifted her up in the air and hugged her tightly. Henry was standing during the whole process. Angel has tried this pose many times in her life. The last person who did it with her was the black male classmate who played American football in the segregated class in high school. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was nearly 60 years old and could still be so energetic. She showed a surprised look and grabbed his shoulders tightly: "I never thought you could hug me." "It's very simple. To be a man, you need shoulders. To work in public office, you need a backbone." Henry said to Angel with deep affection.

Angel enjoyed every thrust of Henry, but was still a little hesitant: "Can you use a condom?" "I don't like wearing a condom and hanging fing around. At most, if you have one, I will take full responsibility." Angel was drunk and had no consciousness to refuse. She just wanted to seize this moment of fun. She panted and joked to Henry: "You are so rich, aren't you afraid that I will give birth to an illegitimate child to compete with your children for the family property?" After hearing this, Henry suddenly stopped thrusting and his expression became serious: "In fact, I have made a will. No matter whether it is a biological son, adopted son or illegitimate son, if they want to inherit the estate, they must participate in a competition. They have to guess the origin and year of 13 red wines selected by me before I die. One of them is the world's top red wine, which I call "Water Drop of God". "Angel, who had never read Japanese comics, now felt that Henry's will was very creative, interesting and extremely romantic.

After changing several standing positions, Henry and Angel finally finished. Afterwards, they immersed themselves in the love in the Japanese bath in the dungeon. "Will you come again?" Henry asked. "I don't know." Angel did not give a direct answer. She slowly changed her clothes and left the dungeon. Henry arranged for a driver to take her home.

The next day at noon, Angel was still hungover, but she received an email on her Blackberry phone. It was a love letter from Henry, a letter full of true feelings and revealing a deep and unforgettable love. In Angel's mind, it's not surprising for a boy to write love letters to pursue a girl, but a boy who writes love letters to a girl after having sex is unique in the world.

It was this love letter that made Angel decide to maintain that kind of relationship with Henry. Every week, she would go to the dungeon to participate in extracurricular activities. Until last week, the illegal construction plan of the dungeon was exposed by the media, and until today, his love letter was leaked:

“I know things are happening very fast I gazed at the sofa in my office the very first moment I walked into it this morning, and I stare at it every moment I have… "

Angel pinched the Hong Kong news page with grief. What bothered her most was not that Henry's love letter was made public, but that the love letter she received was copy and paste. The love letter made public by the media said "gazed at the sofa in my office", while the love letter she received said "gazed at the chair in my basement". Except for those two English words, the rest of the love letter and even the title were exactly the same. She had heard from her father before that all high-ranking officials in Hong Kong were human recorders. She didn't expect that Henry loved to copy and paste even his love letters. She even suspected that the English love letter was written by his think tank or public relations company.