I've been working at this factory that mainly produces furniture for four years. I monotonously perform tasks such as packing, wrapping, inspecting, and organizing products. The work isn't enjoyable, but I have no complaints. Neither my interpersonal relationships nor my attractiveness as a woman are interesting. The only man I dated in college was strange. My boyfriend was the same, and so was someone from my childhood… unforgettable memories, trauma… I'm plain and ordinary, yet I possess an ability to attract perverts. Why is that? Is it because I have weaknesses? An ordinary day-to-day life... suddenly changes. A woman's 7 days of captivity by a man whose identity is unknown. Aphrodisiacs, forced sex, rape while unconscious, imprisonment rape… Crimes lurking in everyday life, pleasures that can't be experienced ordinarily.
