A newly married couple lay quietly in bed, the soft hum of the night surrounding them. The man, curiosity stirring, turned to his wife and asked gently, \u201cHow many men have you slept with before me?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question hung in the air. She didn\u2019t move \u2014 eyes fixed on the ceiling, her face calm but unreadable. He waited, expecting a laugh or a playful reply, but silence stretched longer than anticipated.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney?\u201d he whispered, glancing toward her. \u201cWhy won\u2019t you answer me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her stillness felt deliberate, almost unnatural, echoing through the dimly lit room. Unease crept over him. Then he heard something faint \u2014 a whisper. Her lips were moving, but not forming words for him.<\/p>\n
He leaned closer, straining to listen. It wasn\u2019t a conversation \u2014 it was a rhythm. A quiet murmur. Her mouth moved with small, steady motions. And then realization hit him.<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t ignoring him. She was counting \u2014 softly, silently, one number after another. His heart sank. She hadn\u2019t answered because she hadn\u2019t finished.<\/p>\n
What began as an innocent question had turned into something far more unsettling. The quiet counting continued, a soft, endless murmur beneath her breath, filling the darkness with a chilling cadence. The man could only stare, paralyzed by the realization of the vastness he could never have imagined, wishing he\u2019d never asked at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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