White City Murder Expo

After a day and a half in the basement, Cillian was well behaved and distant.I don't like his sluggish silence, as if there is only an empty shell left in place, but I don't know how to please him, and many of his demands make me embarrassed.I can bring him new books, but I can't let him go out, he will run away.Cillian swore with all his beliefs that he just wanted to go out to breathe, but I still didn't agree. He was very disappointed, and then walked into the tower of contemplation.I could shut him down in the basement one more time if I wanted to, but he'd only be more silent until he and I ended up going totally crazy; I really don't know how to tame a human being.

Alcoholism came back into my life.I haven't been in charge of the pharmacy for a long time, and the letters in the mailbox are piling up, and even two of them are complaints from customers, and I simply don't read the latter ones.I know my business is over, but it doesn't matter.Alcohol and amphetamines are enough for life.

Because Sirian was always silent, I also found it boring to stay with him after a long time.Sometimes I would leave him and go out by myself, in the streets and alleys of Chicago, push open the door of a bar, sit in it all night, chat with people occasionally, take some drugs together, and go back to bed to sleep during the day.Once I saw a table of people in a bar drinking a boy, he was very resistant at first, until his face was flushed, he became happy and crazy, stepped on a stool and danced, and was surrounded by a table of friends like a monkey. Play around.I looked at this scene, and if I realized something, I raised my head and drank the wine in the glass.I went back to Cirrian's next morning, intending to make him drink some, at first just to persuade, but he would not agree anyway.I was not very sober at the time, and if I had been in a completely sane state, maybe I wouldn't have done that—I covered his mouth and nose tightly, until his neck was flushed, and then I suddenly released it. The powder got under his nose.He started coughing violently after inhaling it, and it took him a while to calm down.I wiped his face with a handkerchief. Unexpectedly, he bit my hand, and the bloody mark was swollen and hot.After a while, the way he panted subtly changed, and the humiliation and anger on his face gradually softened into a look of intoxication.

When I pulled him up from the ground and stroked his face again, he no longer resisted, and even leaned his cheek gently against my palm.I love how tender and blank his expression is, the out-of-focus eyes that border on love as he glances up at me from the bottom up.With my fingertips, I gently scraped off the remaining wet marks at the corners of his eyes, inserted my fingers into his hair, and leaned over to kiss him. Cillian's response was clumsy and enthusiastic, almost not like himself.I always felt that this moment was very unreal, we hadn't had any close contact in a long time.As if I was in a hurry to confirm, I straddled him. I failed several times because of the rust and dryness, and I was worried that the chair would fall over, so I put my feet on the ground very carefully.

"Sue," he said, breathing right next to my ear, "...I'm so sick."

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Sirian," I said.I'm really glad he still knows who I am.I almost forced him in and it hurt so much I didn't even need to look to know I was bleeding.He seemed a little impatient because of the difficulty, and all his tenderness and consideration were thrown away. Even if he let his mind wander, he couldn't hear me telling him to stop.I bit my finger to keep from screaming, there was almost no pleasure in the whole process, but I was willing to use Cillian, he was already completely in my body, for a moment, I really wanted to complete him like this into the stomach.

"...Asshole." I whispered next to his ear, and leaned over to ask for a kiss.Cillian was submissive, but I knew he basically didn't know anything by this point, like I'd seen Andy after he got high.

For the next half a day, he couldn't stop shaking and ate a little food, but within half an hour he vomited it all up. "What did you do to me?" he asked.I didn't expect Cillian's reaction to be so big.

But neurological drugs are much more useful than I imagined. At first, when he was awake, Cillian always resisted, but it didn't take long before he succumbed, until finally he completely relied on them.It is true that by this means a fairly happy life has been lived, but troubles come quickly after that.After getting addicted, Cillian completely changed. He was easily hysterical. If I didn’t meet his demands, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Whenever he saw me, he would curse me with ugly words. Sometimes he would be sober for a short time and tell Me, he hates me, it almost baffles me that I don't show tenderness even if I cut my wrists in front of him.Now I feel like I'm the one who can't get used to it.When Cirrian was really under my control, the erratic attraction of him disappeared, like a dream recounted after waking.

After all, was he really Cirrian?Or a stranger with Cillian's face on his face?He was so different from the Cirrian I remembered that it was almost an insult.After barely enduring it for a while, Cillian hit me with a wine bottle, and at that moment I was sure that I didn't want to see him again.I locked him in the basement again, trying to calm him down, but as soon as he woke up from the anesthesia, he wailed incessantly, turning the whole house into despair and terror.

I drank a little alcohol at first, then I took some medicine, and it still didn't work.Sirian's voice lingered in my ears.Even though he was almost screaming, I could still tell that it was his voice, so familiarity was such a feeling.Finally I had to get up off the couch, go down to the basement, and yell at him, "Stop it!" But it didn't help.In order to calm him down, I let him drink a little bit first. He is used to neurological drugs and has no resistance at all.When he really "entered the state" and became dull and quiet, I injected him with anesthesia again. He turned his head to look at me and slowly closed his eyes.He had grown thinner and gaunt, with faint shadows on his cheeks.My eyes are spinning, my mind is clear, I am very clear that I am not well, but I can't control myself.After Cillian fell asleep, I went upstairs, got a paring knife, and cut his face off.Wan's hand was trembling, but he was very focused, it was almost a complete piece of skin.I also took a short nap afterwards, until I was awakened by a painful moan.

Cillian almost went crazy when he woke up, and soon fell into a high fever and allergies. I unbuttoned his clothes, and the skin that I touched was burning hot, and the red marks of allergies stretched all the way to his chest.He had a bad reaction, especially after seeing his own face on the shelf.I had to tie his hands and feet to the chair tightly. He struggled and fell to the ground several times. All tired.

I put a gun in his hand, hold it for him, hold it tight.His skin was hot and he had a fever.When I leaned over, I could smell the blood and flesh on his face.

There's a bullet in the gun, I said.

Cillian froze for a moment, and pointed his gun at me without hesitation.The best he can do is aim at my chest instead of my head, I made the chain too strong and too short.It is precisely because of this that even if he kills me now, he will still die here, on this chair.He didn't pull the trigger for a long time, and he probably realized it.The muscles on his face twitched, and the tears mixed with sticky blood flowed down the skinless face, looking extremely ugly.It's hard to imagine that I would fall in love with such a person, but until this moment—until this moment, if there is even a signal that makes me feel that he is willing to love me...

He started to pull the iron chain on his wrist, but the other end of the chain was tightly welded to the ground, no matter how he shook it, there was only a loud rattling sound.His gun hand was shaking.Oh, officer.

His hands trembled, and he turned the gun to his chin.