Confessions of S

So far, all he could see was the bathroom and the living room outside the bathroom, which smelled like rich men.What kind of place is this? After leaving the living room, there are still several doors outside. Can I run out?

I don't know, I don't know all of them.

I just feel that it is a very independent apartment. I have never heard the sound of neighbors opening and closing doors, and the possibility of hearing young people talking with other people in the corridor is even zero.

However, the young man probably felt that it was a bit troublesome to clean his excrement or something, so he simply tied him in the toilet.Every night when I came back, I would take him to shower with the nozzle... Sometimes, on the spur of the moment, I would just push his head into the bathtub to simulate drowning.

It has been at least 20 days.

Every day he had breakfast, drank water, was blindfolded, and was gagged.The sound of the door opening, the sound of the door closing.

The door opens.Take off the blindfold, take out the thing in the mouth, and start today's punishment.

If today he was only asked to stand up and his upper abdomen was hit twice by his knees, he would lie arched on the tiled floor, surrounded by cold sweat and trembling for a while;

If the young man just wants to move the props today, plug in, or cut somewhere... The soldering iron is too "flashy", so the young man bought an electrician's electric soldering iron; yes, he also used strange liquids that were smoking Once... night eggs (liquid nitrogen)?It seems to be screaming like that... Whenever this happens, the man is in so much pain that he can't sleep for several days.

Then water, dinner, cleaning, rest.

Fuck, what are you kidding?He is alive and well, why did this person come here to interfere?Why such a thing?Why is it him?Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm fucking ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He also frantically frayed the rope on his wrist, tried desperately to withdraw his hand from the knot... but it was useless except to add a strangle mark.

And even with that level of effort, he was discovered by that person.

That person, that guy with a dog-like boyish face and Mr. Perfect, whose clothes look expensive.Alone in the room, the hairstyle is not messy, and the behavior is elegant and polite without anyone paying attention.Reading, writing, reading and writing at the same time - it's a good time on the weekend, but he uses it to do these things; doesn't care about anything, doesn't care about anything - despite his appearance, the guy is always in his heart calculate.

None of his words are serious; none of his smiles are sincere.What he thought was different from what he said, and what he said was different from what he did with his hands-it made the hairs on the back of the man's neck stand on end.

Yet he couldn't escape from him.

Standing in front of him, the youth pressed his head down to check the rope behind him.

"What is this?" There was a deep throat laughter above his head, and the pressure on the back of his neck disappeared—"Doesn't it hurt you to do this kind of thing?"

"Let me see the scars on your hands from trying to escape again, and nail your hands to the table." Kneeling down in front of him, she seemed to be bored and said while resting her cheek.

As a result, it was nailed the next day.

Even at the moment when the hammer fell and the nail pierced through his body...he thought he didn't shed tears.

You can't lose to that kind of person even if you die.

But one day, the youth came back late.

He didn't take off his blindfold as soon as he entered the door as usual. "I went to see a boring movie today, but it gave me an inspiration." The young man approached his ear from behind and said as if he was blowing.

what?

"I went to the specialty store to buy it for you. It's a thousand times better than my original one."

"what?"

The youth ignored him.I don't know why he didn't open the blindfold, so he was always surrounded by the darkness around him.The sound of tearing the packaging box, stepping on the trash can and throwing the packaging in, the sound of turning on the computer, the sound of connecting something to the interface—as if deliberately prolonging the process slowly, poof.Something was worn on both sides of his ears.

Before he could struggle, click—the young man tore off the wide tape, and wrapped the earphones around his head round and round.

"Fuck, what do you want? Hey, no—"

Before the word "yes" could be uttered, the man's vision went dark.

It was as if being pushed into a tank full of chemical acid by a palm.

coming.

As if the body was being eaten by thousands of myriads and bitten by thousands of ants - as if the brain was being stirred up and down by steel picks inserted through the ear holes - non-stop, non-stop, non-stop The loud noise of tearing his flesh from all directions incessantly.

There was no way to make out the sound, let alone the rhythmic melody—he was probably yelling, but he didn't know what he was yelling.

die.There was only one thought in his mind, he wanted to die so much, right now—you fucking let me die!

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"Fuck! My mother, my uncle..."

Pulling up a chair, Mu Cha sat in front of the man, clasped fingers and watched him fuck his ancestors for eighteen generations with his mouth.

To his surprise, it didn't take long...

"Ah, crying." He murmured.

Although it seems to be involuntary, the tears still wet the man's eyepatch on one side... I don't know if it's because he deliberately suppressed the nerves and confused himself for a while or what, one side is soaked through the eyepatch, and the other side is soaked. One side was clean and there was no trace of dampness at all.

After appreciating the other party's panicked posture for a while, the young man grabbed the stubble of the man's dyed golden hair, and turned his head, which was beginning to hit the wall, back to the front, "Self-torture is not allowed."

He unplugged the headphones and tore off the tape.

"That's it for today."

"..."

"Are you crying?" He reminded him.

"Hiss..." There was an inhalation sound deep in his throat, whether it was a moan or contempt. "I know!" On the contrary, the man was justified and fierce, staring at himself through the tear film in one eye, that way, ha, it was a bit majestic.

Mu Cha sighed.

After finally seeing the other party's tears, I had to make up for the way he begged for mercy.

At that time, Mu Cha gradually began to understand, "Please, please forgive me" "Don't hurt me anymore, I am willing to do anything for you" - words like this would never come from the mouth of this man in front of him. out of it.

But... Of course, even if he said that, he wouldn't change his position.

I'm as hopeless a scum as the man in front of me—it doesn't take anyone to remind him of that.

But he has gone too far, there is no turning back;

The two of them had to keep playing like this—until one of them died.