paddock

Kara.

The door was opened from the outside.

Ryan's hands were bound and his feet were restrained so that he could not move. His eyes were covered with a black cloth, so that no trace of light could penetrate.

For the arrival of such a day, Lean was not surprised at all.It's just that I don't know which side it is from?He is arrogant and presumptuous, he doesn't treat his own people very well, and he doesn't treat people well outside. There are not a few people who offend him. It seems that he doesn't intend to kill him all at once, but to keep him tormented slowly. , I don't know which of his enemies.

Ryan didn't care to think about it, and just raised his lips and smiled faintly. He was not afraid of death, and he was even less afraid of life. No matter what kind of torture, it made no difference to him.Whether it's body or heart, he can't feel those pains that are neither painful nor itchy.

A hand grasped his jaw.

The slight change in light and shadow made him judge that this person might be taller than him.

The person standing in front of him is wearing gloves.

The texture is sheepskin.

Comfortable and durable, good wear resistance.

The most important thing is that it has little effect on the touch.

Ryan calmly judged everything he could feel.Are you an acquaintance?Which acquaintance?

"Jason?" Ryan began to guess.

Like to wear gloves, and like to play this kind of tricks, he first thought of Jason.That cold-blooded pervert loves to torture people to the brink of death, and then satisfy his excessively high desires. Few people can survive after such a toss.

It's a pity that the strength of that hand has not changed.

He couldn't even feel the change of the other party's breathing.

Not Jason.

Who is that?

Ryan continued to guess interestingly: "Leo? Louis? Hubert? Julien? Eric?" Every time he guessed, he paused skillfully to judge the other party's emotional changes.Unfortunately, to his disappointment, no matter which name he uttered, the other party did not make any waves, as if in the other party's eyes, he was already a mortal person, not worthy of his affection.Ryan simply stopped guessing, "Apart from them, I really can't think of anyone else who wants to tie me up like this. Generally speaking, people tied up like this are either for rape or for killing, or rape first and then kill. I don't know which one you will be."

The opponent's fingers gripping his jaw tightened slightly.

Powerful.

Fingers are long.

There was an almost sweet gasp in Ryan's throat, as if he was aroused with great interest: "I don't like too gentle, if you are rough enough, I will be very happy."

The other didn't say a word, just let go, and grabbed the button of his shirt down.That action was really rough, it didn't untie it directly, but pulled it off directly.

The room was too quiet, and the sound of buttons rolling on the ground could be heard very clearly by Ryan.Sullen?excited?Still calm?He still couldn't judge the other party's emotions.

This feeling of helplessness made him realize that everything was about to get out of control.

Who is it?If it wasn't a subordinate or enemy he was familiar with, then it was the person behind the scenes who had been hiding in the dark and cutting off his arms all these years?Thinking of this, Ryan became slightly excited.

This man is powerful.His panting became more real.If it's the person behind the scenes hidden in the dark, then everything can really end this time, right?All the things he inherited from his "father" were lost one by one in his hands. Even if Jason and the others were still dying, it would not be long before they jumped.

Ryan felt the hand rest on his chest.

His heart beat violently in coordination with it.

Ryan had a smile on his lips, and his blindfolded eyes were also crooked. In front of his subordinates, his voice, which was always so cold that it was almost mechanized, turned out to be a bit hoarse and sweet: "I really want to see you," thought Know who it was that did it all for him.Ryan said, "You are powerful, and I like strong people. Whether you want to fuck me to death or just kill me like this, I will give everything for you willingly."

The hand was back on his jaw.

The strength of the fingers was many times stronger than before, almost crushing his jaw.

The look on Ryan's face was more cheerful: "Yes, that's it, you don't have to be rough with me. The more pain you make me, the more I like it," he licked his dry lips, trying to make it change It should be soft and moist, with a smile on the corner of the lips, "If your dick is big enough, I will admire you even more."

In the next second, Ryan felt a slight change in the light and shadow on the black cloth.

The man actually bent down and slowly approached his lips.

An extremely strange yet extremely familiar breath caught Ryan's breath.

No, it's impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

Ryan tried to calm himself down.

It can't be that person.

Someone must have seen his weakness and imitated that person, trying to force him to collapse completely.

He also loved to play this kind of method before, he loved to find a person's weakness, and completely crush the other person mentally - in that case, the other person would be more obedient than a dog.

It must be like this.

That person hated him so much, he wouldn't have the leisure to tie him here.

Even if he stripped naked in front of that person, that person wouldn't take another look at him.

Even if she died in front of that person, that person would not give him half a look.

Even though he tried his best to keep himself calm, Ryan couldn't help but move forward, trying to get closer to the aura that fascinated him.In fact, he has been separated from that person for many years, and the number of times he has met during that period is very small. He should have completely forgotten everything about that person, but he has a good memory, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose are very sensitive. Almost never forget.

Even if the person in front of him is a fake, even if the person in front of him is deliberately pretending, he doesn't care.

He was probably about to be killed anyway, and his eyes were blindfolded so he couldn't see.Ryan tried his best to get closer, wanting to kiss the man who was close at hand.He had never been kissed by that man. That man hated him, hated him, and wished he could go back to the day they met and wipe him out of the world completely.

It's a pity that the other party didn't give him a chance to kiss him.

The other party raised his hand and slapped him.

with a snap.

The sound of the palm slapping the face was very clear in the room.

There were five red marks on Ryan's face, and his cheeks were burning hot.

Ryan gasped softly, even sweeter than before.

The corners of Ryan's lips were raised, and his tone was a bit concerned: "...does your hand hurt?" Ryan turned his head back, showing the other side of his cheek, "If it doesn't hurt, do you still want to hit him?"

Snapped!

Another slap on the side of Ryan's turned cheek.

His fair skin instantly turned red and swelled up slightly, which showed that his subordinates showed no mercy.

Ryan smiled even more happily: "You have a strong hand, and I like you even more." If it is really that person, he will be happy as much as he is willing to give him back.The little pain he endured was not as good as one ten-thousandth of what that person had endured.

If possible, he would like to experience everything that person has experienced.

The opponent seemed to have pulled out a whip.

That whip sounds really good.

In fact, he is very afraid of pain, and his skin is prone to redness, and it can turn blue and purple with a little effort.

But he longed for the person in front of him to vent on him.

He would do anything if it would make the person in front of him feel less pain and hate.

The whip still fell.

Heart-piercing pain spread to all limbs.

But he still had a smile on his face, resisting the urge to call out that title, playing the role he should perform like the best performer: a pervert who will be excited no matter who tortures him, and likes to enjoy the pain The presence.

Probably when he realized that there was no intact piece of skin on his chest, the person holding the whip finally stopped.

The whip was thrown to the ground.

Ryan greedily perceives everything he can perceive.

What will he look like now?

Would he be a little happier now?

Thousands of guesses ran through Ryan's mind, but he couldn't confirm it.His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but was blocked by the silence of the room.

This person in front of him will not be that person.

That person wouldn't be happy about doing this to him.

That person just hoped that he would disappear from his life forever and never disturb his peaceful life again.

That person is so gentle, he treats people like him very well, and protects him carefully no matter what happens, lest he get hurt in the slightest.

But he didn't know that he would stab him severely in the heart and become the person who hurt him the most.

No matter what he does, that person will not be happy because of him.

The smile on Ryan's face suddenly couldn't be faked anymore.

He had already said goodbye to him.

So don't even think about it.

But he will still miss it.

Miss the best person in his life.

He remembered the day he saw him, the weather was very hot, it seemed to have exceeded 35 degrees Celsius, the ultraviolet index was high, and even the air was terribly stuffy.He was sweating more than usual and his heart rate was higher than usual, making him upset.But after he saw that person from a distance, the boredom caused by Yan Xia suddenly disappeared.That person was not much older than him, just standing there so quietly, like a ray of cool wind blowing into his heart slightly.

How can there be such a good-looking person in the world.

He thought so at the time.

Then, without even thinking about it, I went over to talk to that person.

It would have been nice if he hadn't walked over at that time.

Or that person is already far away when he walks by.

In that case, there will be nothing later.

He will never know what is good and evil, what is good and bad, what is right and wrong, he can commit crimes ignorantly and recklessly, play with human nature wantonly, and never take human life seriously.

Until evil comes around and dies in a corner.

And that person will happen to meet someone he likes at the right time, and grow old hand in hand with him.

That person will have a very good life.

Ryan didn't speak any more quietly, like a tamed beast, the corner of his lips never raised the smile just now, he just waited docilely for the other party to deal with him.

The other party suddenly untied the ropes that bound his limbs.

The prolonged bondage made his hands and feet numb, making him unable to move, let alone struggle.

The other party reached out to untie his belt, took off his pants, and explored his body majestically with gloved fingers that were rougher than skin.

Ryan's whole body tensed up, and after all he couldn't bear such a touch, and raised his hand to push away the person pressing on him.

The opponent didn't give him a chance to struggle, and directly pressed him against the wall and invaded his body mercilessly.

Ryan was surrounded by that familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere, even the cold wall couldn't suppress the scorching heat on his body.

He felt that the hot thing moving in his body seemed to belong to that person, but it didn't seem to belong to that person at all.

This vague feeling made him feel like he was stepping on the ground, and he didn't know whether it was more painful in his body or in his heart.

is it him?

Is it really him?

...if it wasn't for him...

Physiological tears spilled from the corners of Ryan's eyes.

There was an uncontrollable moan in his throat.

"Brother Chen," Ryan finally couldn't help but yelled brokenly, "Brother Shen...Brother Shen...uh..."

Ryan's face was turned away by the abuser, and his slightly parted lips were wantonly occupied and plundered, so that he could no longer make any sound.

Until Ryan couldn't bear the pain and passed out, the black cloth covering his eyes was never removed, and he had no chance to see who the other party was.

When Ryan woke up again, he found the smell of drugs all around him.He opened his eyes, looked at the snow-white quilt, and then at the same snow-white ceiling, thinking about how he would appear in the hospital.When the pain gradually came back, he felt the pain in his chest.

His face turned pale, and he sat up, recalling everything about Yimengyizhen before he fell into a coma.

Who is that person?

Ryan felt weak for a while, and lay back on the bed softly, looking at the medicine hanging beside the bed.For a moment, he felt that the other party really wanted to kill him directly.

Brother Shen would never have such a desire for him.

...so who is it?

Ryan's mind was blank, and he raised his arm, wanting to pull out the sharp needle from the back of his hand.

At this moment the door was pushed open.

It was a strange female doctor who came in, and she didn't know which language she spoke.The other party came forward to examine him, explained a few words to the nurse beside him, and walked out again.

Ryan followed their backs as they came and went, and saw the green treetops in the distance.

The door was shut tightly again.

No one came here all day except for the nurse who changed his dressing.

It was eerily quiet inside and outside the ward.

Ryan gradually regained his energy. He finished his dinner by himself, sent the doctors and nurses who came over to check him up, sat alone on the hospital bed for a long time, and finally raised his hand to pull out the bottle that hadn't been finished all day.

There was blood oozing from the wound.

This little pain was nothing to Ryan.

He went to the window and opened it, climbed up to the window sill with the remaining strength, sat on it and watched the endless night.The floors are so high that it is impossible to climb down, let alone jump down. You will definitely die, and the death will be ugly. The skull will be smashed, the limbs will be broken, and the internal organs will be ruptured, especially the lungs and spleen, which are most likely to be broken.

Ryan sat on the high window sill and thought about it.His feet are half suspended in the air, and if someone pulls them from the ground, he will fall violently from the tall building.

This place is terrible, there is not even a fence.

Ryan raised his hand and bent his five fingers in the air, pretending to hold the bright moon in the sky.

Most people in the world are like this, they are very good at deceiving themselves with fantasies.I imagined that I got a lot of things, and I imagined that I could firmly grasp the person I wanted, but in the end I didn't get anything.

But when you believe it, at least you are happy.

A smile slowly formed on the corner of Ryan's lips.

He retracted his hand and touched his bitten lip.

Whether it was a dream or his fantasy, he got a kiss, even if he fell off the window sill, broke his skull, broke his limbs, smashed all his internal organs, he felt as if he was satisfied.

Ryan's head was still empty, and he couldn't quite sort out what he was thinking, nor could he sort out what he was doing.He has been seriously injured several times in the past few years, and he has tried too many addictive drugs in the past few years, which seems to have made his brain a lot dull and made his body weak and weak, even an ordinary person People can also make him powerless.

A gust of cold wind blew over, making Ryan finally sober.

Recalling all the thoughts that passed through his mind just now, Ryan broke out in a cold sweat.

...if he jumps...

...What if that is really Brother Shen...

...Brother Shen looks unreasonable, but in fact he is the softest...

He cannot die.

He can't die like this.

Ryan crawled back on hands and feet, turned down the window sill, and was about to return to the bed to insert the needle tube he had pulled out into his hand when he noticed someone twisting the handle of the ward door.

Ryan froze.

The door of the ward opened.

Someone walked in.

Ryan suddenly wished that his eyes were blindfolded like last night.

If you have no expectations in your heart, you will naturally not be disappointed.

...Is it Brother Shen?

Could it be Brother Shen who made him hurt, made him cry, and made him feel alive again?

Would Brother Shen be willing to take a look at him?

The people who entered the ward stopped not far away.

Ryan didn't dare to look back.

"Compared to waiting to be rescued by someone," the familiar, cold and alienated voice sounded behind Ryan, "I still prefer to uproot the nightmare with my own hands."

Ryan let him go, but he didn't intend to let Ryan go.

Ryan felt as if his whole heart had been thrown into boiling water.

In an instant, he was burned alive.

He turned his head to look at the person standing not far away.

It was Shen Jiyun.

Shen Jiyun approached a few steps, raised his hand to strangle his wrist: "Do you want to die?"

Ryan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, unable to speak a word.

He doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

If he wanted him to live—even if he wanted him to live to be revenged, then he would live well no matter what.

Ryan wanted to answer "I don't want to die", but his body shook involuntarily, his eyes darkened, and he fell straight forward.

Shen Jiyun stood there without moving.

Ryan fell to the ground in embarrassment, his head was empty for a moment, and then he supported his body on his elbows and wanted to get up.

I didn't expect that I couldn't exert my strength.

He knelt down on the ground, hot tears fell down.

How can I do this? What if Brother Shen softens his heart.

What if Brother Shen doesn't want to hate him anymore.

Laian raised his hand and tightly grasped Shen Jiyun's trousers.

Shen Jiyun bent down.

Ryan shuddered.

Shen Jiyun said coldly: "Your life is mine."

Ryan relaxed.

There is a smile in the eyes.

It was like hearing the sweetest love story in the world.

"My life is yours." Ryan repeated earnestly.