dark crossing

In Jianghu City, the Tangcheng Binjiang real estate invested and developed by Far South Group has been firmly established for many years with its astonishingly high unit price, an average single-family area of ​​[-] square meters, and a total price of over [-] million yuan. It is firmly at the top of the list of "Top Ten Mansions in Jianghu City".

The building facing the river in Tangcheng Binjiang not only has a top floor area three times that of other floors, but also has a unit price that is several times higher than the average price in the building.He is the well-deserved super building king in Jianghu City.

And in this building where every inch of land is expensive, there is a black window, and he has no interest in the night scene worth thousands of dollars outside the window.For many days in a row, a velvet curtain that was isolated from the world was tightly drawn.

Darkness, covering darkness in all directions.

It is strong and ubiquitous, but always relaxed.But those eyes who are willing to compromise with it and gradually adapt to it can vaguely discern the blurred outlines of objects in this not-so-extreme darkness.

Youdao and the dark figure, facing the curtains with neon noise, sat quietly by the bed, guarding a guest who came involuntarily.

In this quiet night, in this uneven density of darkness.

A suppressed sob with a sense of shame made it look particularly eye-catching.

The figure who had been staring at the curtains turned around and turned his back to the window.And the faint light that came from nowhere outlined his clear outline and tall figure like a statue of a god in ancient Greek legends.

He was facing the bed, his eyes were shining with a light that others could not see, but was sure to get.

Like a cautious wolf, he greedily gazes at the prey that already belongs to him, looking forward to earlier, and happily staining his teeth with the blood of the other party.

And that poor, doomed prey was not a rabbit.

It was a young man whose hands were fastened to the head of the bed by long shackles.

His wrists still had bruises and scars from the struggle.But at this moment, it seems that she has completely given up on herself, curled up quietly, buried her head between her knees, and bowed her head to the powerful fate that was about to dominate in this suffocating vague darkness.

He tried his best to maintain this sleepless posture, trying to use sleeplessness as a final resistance.

Extremely tired, but dare not fall asleep.

Long-term suffering makes people collapse.But what frightens the young people the most is the smell of blood that is always floating in the surrounding air, like blood soaked in ice, exuding a shivering chill.

It came from fantasy, with a strong aura of aggression, which made him creepy and exhausted.

He delusionally tried to motivate himself with the most terrifying imaginings, so as not to be deceived by the warm and pleasant room temperature, which is the most suitable for sound sleep.Just like, he has been blinded by this gentle devil sitting on his bed all this time.

This icy bloody smell is an illusion.But he clearly knew why this illusion came about.The perpetrator was sitting beside his bed, waiting quietly, waiting for him to break down and surrender.

I can't count how many nights that are difficult to distinguish between day and night.

The exhausted rabbit finally ran out of willpower to hold on, and it had no choice but to fall asleep for a while under the watchful eyes of the wolf.But immediately woke up crying again.

In the high tension, just one real nightmare is enough to make any strong will collapse in an instant.

A face covered in blood was infinitely magnified in the dream.

Those eyes, which were always known for being sentimental and melancholy, had their eyelashes burned off by the fire, and the original deep eye sockets festered until only a deep red scar remained.

The right eye socket is empty, and the once deep eyelids are wrinkled, shrinking into the eye socket without eyeballs.

The other eyeball, which was still in the socket, was also covered with an ominous gray shade that symbolized blindness.And the once smooth skin was also covered with disgusting and twisting strips of earthworm-like flesh.

The once clear and pleasant voice was like swallowing charcoal, hoarse, rough, resentful and desperate: "Why don't you just kill me if you want revenge? I am neither dead nor alive now, but it is more uncomfortable than death."

I don't!I don't!

The face in the dream was too realistic, and the mournful whispers seemed to stick to the ears, follow the nerves, and crawl over every inch of the painful conscience.He eventually woke up from the nightmare crying.

The fuzzy darkness and the comfortable and pleasant indoor temperature forced unreasonable anxiety to spew out from the abyss of silence.

The rabbit who was still holding on to luck was chased by the nightmare until he was completely cornered.Only then did he understand it belatedly.

No matter how he ran wildly, what was waiting quietly in front of him was not a way out, only a trap.

"I was wrong. Please forgive me." The defeated young man said softly in the abyss.

The originally clean voice was hoarse due to the torment of the night.

He should have said more.For example, more begging for mercy, and it is like setting the conditions for letting me be a fish from now on.

But he was genuinely ashamed of himself for compromising.He resented his own weakness, and he absolutely did not want to hear any hoarse voices appearing in his mouth.

Because, he didn't want to recall why the voice was hoarse.

He'd had enough of the humiliating groans, the shameless chants, the gnashing of teeth, these days.

But suppose, at this time, he is willing to say: I promise you anything, as long as you don't touch my family, and come to me alone for everything.

The man who watched over the bed and waited for him for days and nights must be pleased by his obedience.

He will definitely show a tolerant and kind smile as usual, and promise him a word of "good".

It's just that this young man who was frightened by the nightmare didn't know it.All the other party's ambitions and desires, enthusiasm and impulse are only aimed at him alone.

He was unaware of this, so he missed this opportunity to negotiate terms that should have been good without knowing it.

He didn't know that he himself was the most expensive bargaining chip in this confrontation.

As long as he is willing to nod slightly.

On the other side, this arrogant and powerful enemy, who seems to be invincible, will immediately lose everything.

In the countless nights before this, in every dream he fell asleep unconsciously.Beside his pillow, there was a secret and solemn promise:

As long as you want, as long as I have, I can give you everything, except freedom.

The man who used to be like a thief, uninvited and secretly hugged him to sleep, was sitting on the head of the bed without showing any signs of expression, his calm face seemed to be forever wearing an airtight mask.

Perhaps, even he himself didn't know whether he was satisfied with the only answer the other party had given for many days.

But the young man in front of him who was finally willing to raise his head and look over at him made him, who had already forgotten what impulse was, a shivering heat flow through his body.

There is a voice in my heart, and an unprecedented desire boils in my empty heart.

Go and get close to him!Possess him!Dominate him!

The silent cry from the bottom of my heart gradually became deafening from being weak at the beginning.Later, it was enough to let any other desires step aside.

And he is a pragmatic activist.The body always follows the heart that is ready to move.So, without hesitation, he reached out to touch the lips of the person opposite.

But the other party's rejection came from the subconscious, far faster than his thoughts.

Facing his outstretched hand, she quickly turned her head away almost instinctively, as if everything was fine, but she just didn't want him to get what she wanted.

The tentative fingers only lightly touched the opponent's cheek.

The dodging young man regretted it almost as soon as he turned his head away.There was a hint of fear in the eyes looking at him, as if he was annoyed by the disobedience he made immediately after admitting his mistake.

But in the face of the other party who has everything written on his face and is as frank as a child.

His tolerance level has always been surprisingly high.A small setback did not cause the slightest blow.

A delicious cream cake that I bought in the morning but didn't have time to eat.

Smart bad boy, just sneak a little on the back with your finger and put it in your mouth.Taste a little sweetness, and then wait a long time with enough tolerance.

He patiently leaned over his face, and ambiguously stroked the tight, smooth skin under his fingers with his fingertips, his tone was gentle, even a little doting and encouraging: "What's wrong?"

The young man whose face was held was stunned for a moment. All his energy was spent on persuading himself to compromise quickly, and he was obviously not prepared for such a thorough questioning.

"Let me guess." Those two fingers, which were gentle just now, suddenly broke his head with force.

Forced to look at each other.

The man with the backlight, who only stretched out two fingers, has absolute control over the game.More and more like a god with a perfect appearance but whose body was taken away by an evil spirit.

The young man's eyes dodged for a moment.He couldn't help recalling these days in his mind, the frantic and insatiable demands from the other party.

Those images are enough to make anyone feel suffocated.Popped out one by one from the half-open Pandora's Box.Like a demon, he devoured his sanity and even his shame.

He didn't want to tarnish the gods because of this.

But no matter how hard he tried, those pictures refused to restrain himself in the slightest.All of this is not dependent on his will at all.

So he flinched.

And the god who ruled the fate of the little white rabbit asked kindly again:

"Are you thinking that the only mistake is knowing me?"

The young man's Adam's apple twitched, and he was terrified by the horrible picture in his mind.I don't have the energy to worry about whether to lie or not.

So, the answer quickly popped out from the red and swollen lips: "I don't."

The figure standing by the bed was sure that the other party had lied.

But he couldn't deny that this decisive "no" easily pleased him.

He is a bad boy with a big appetite who can do anything for his desires.I also know that I have a lot of ways to make good children who are not good at confrontation obedient.

He is so sure.

He has patience.

He explored slowly, and after firmly grasping the opponent's weakness, he did not act rashly.

The domination he wants is from the inside out.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry at this moment.Even if he concluded that the other party had lied, he still lowered his head peacefully, kissed the top of the person in his arms compassionately, and praised gently: "Good boy."

Only those who are sensible, restrained, and obey with all their strength can become good children.

However, the good boy can only get one good word, but the bad boy gets everything.

The world is dangerous, as it should be.

The soft bed sank slightly, and then trembled violently.

The body curled up into a ball due to the pain, and was pulled apart irresistibly.Like mussels whose shells have only been pried open, exposing the delicious shell meat to the mouths of natural enemies.

"It looks like you had a very bad nightmare."

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Don't worry, I'm waking you up from your nightmare right now, with a new nightmare.

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There are non-aggressions in this chapter! ! !Non-aggressive! !Chapter 6 of the official case begins, and there will be another update at [-] o'clock tonight~