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Ivano's fingers were still trembling.He forced himself to calm down and brace himself to deal with the person in front of him - that person had just been riding on his crotch and was looking down at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Shane laughed, his back twitching nervously.

"I'm giving you a chance to get my forgiveness. You're going to make me happy. You're going to fight for it."

For a moment Ivano could think of nothing but killing him.The rage gave him the idea that he would not hesitate to die together.Now it finally calmed down a little bit, and my sanity returned.

He can't die, he can't die at the hands of this pervert.Damn it is the other side.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Shan En opened his eyes wide and said word by word: "I want your...this." He pressed his hand on his crotch.There has been slowly softening with his calmness.

Ivano stared at him with a livid face.He knew what normal people wanted when they said it, but wasn't sure what a psychopath's "want" meant.

His silence was taken as tacit approval.Shane didn't care about the cold expression on the other side.His brain is defective, not only unable to control his emotions, but also unable to understand the emotions of others.He laughed again, this time like a contented child.He unbuttoned Ivano's pants and took hold of his cock.His eyes were burning and excited, as if he was holding a toy he liked.

Well, a psychopath has needs too.But knowing this doesn't make things any better.Ivano is aware of his physical condition.There's no way he's having sex with Sean.Or in other words, under normal circumstances, he couldn't have sex with anyone.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Shan En's happy expression to fade away.The thing was getting softer and softer in his hand, and he didn't get excited as he expected at all.

Ivano lay there expressionless.After Shan En failed in his attempt last time, he was beaten severely, and he might not be able to escape this time.Or there are other torture methods.

Fucking total pervert.

Of course he wasn't much better off himself.He has self-knowledge.

Shane tried again for a while, but there was no response.Anger accumulated between his brows, he punched the hospital bed without warning, and cursed: "Fuck!"

Ivano was unmoved by his anger.Shan En's eyes became confused, and he wandered around, with various thoughts running around in his mind, burning his brain like an electric current.

This matter must be resolved... must be... no matter what method is used...

A thought seized Shane.His gaze was fixed, his eyes widened slowly, and he turned to Ivano. Against the backdrop of thick dark circles, his expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Charles Tazito." The mention of the name made Ivano's eyelashes twitch, but it masked any emotion well.Ivano remembered the memory he had carved on the wall, and his heart sank to the bottom of the glacier.He regretted doing it, goodness...why did he reveal Charles' name!Damn it!

The corners of Sean's mouth curled up uncontrollably, twisting into a nasty smile: "I will find him out. Lock him up, do the same surgery as you, and train him to be my man. Because you don't cooperate with me, I will I don't like it, so I have to do it."

Ivano stared fixedly at the zenith.His face was sullen and he didn't show any expression, but his fingers slowly tightened, grabbing the bed sheet, almost tearing it apart.

Tazito is most likely dead.Even if he didn't die, the people around him who could protect him were all dead.

No...he will protect himself, he has the ability.

But this man has a battle robot in his hand, what if he really finds him based on the information in his memory...

Damn... I shouldn't have mentioned his name at all!

An uncontrollable anger burned his chest.He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.

After a long time, his hand loosened.

"It's not that I don't want to." His attitude softened, and he turned his eyes to Shan En, "I can't."

Shan En's face turned cold: "No?"

Ivano: "Sexual impotence."

Shane stared at him unforgivingly, as if "no" was an insult to him.

He heard himself asking, "Did I tell you not to?"

Ivano looked at him without answering.

Damn...Damn it!

Shane hugged his head violently.The fire sprang up again, pounding wildly in his head, mocking him with a shrill smile for making a man "not good".His head was so hot it was about to split open, it was about to explode.

He yelled and roared, "Shut up! Go away! Get out! Get out!"

The last moment he seemed to be able to communicate, but this moment his expression has become fragmented, fragile to the point of breaking, and ferocious with fangs.In the confusion, he decided something, almost rolled up the hospital bed, supported his head with one hand, and supported anything that could support him with the other, and stumbled back to the operating table of "Nightmare", repeating a few words to himself. Words: "I hate you...unforgivable...unforgivable..."

Realizing what he was about to do, Ivano tensed up defensively again.

But that's at least tolerable.He said to himself, whether it was pain or fear, he could bear it.As long as the man forgets about Charles Tazito for a moment.

Sean pressed a few keys viciously, then raised his eyes, watching Ivano's hospital bed move, and he was sent into the "nightmare" again.

"Ha..." He laughed like weeping, "I wish you a happy pain."

Before long, he heard the man moaning in pain.At first it seemed to endure for a long time, but finally made a sound.It was an extreme pain magnified countless times, much more painful than being stabbed through the abdomen with a knife.

Shane stared at the air, listening intently to the intermittent moans.

he needs pain...

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like a plant bathed in sunlight and breathing.

Pain is good.The pain gave him a moment of peace in his chaotic mind.

It was late that night.

Sean was the only one left in the lab.He drives away the robots because he's convinced those cunning AIs will be able to read his mind.He believes in many things that don't exist, and this is one of them.

Sean paced back and forth in the laboratory, his steps full of anxiety.He has a severe sleep disorder and can only sleep intermittently for three or four hours a day.The rest of the time alternates between hyperarousal and extreme depression.It was already late at night, but he was not sleepy, he was in a state of excitement.

He is stuck with a question.A problem that could be solved simply by moving his fingers, but it made him extremely entangled.

He thinks that today, he made a mistake in the game.

He looked at Ivano's memory.

This was such a nasty mistake that he had to immediately forget what he saw, which obviously he couldn't.And there is no way to erase this small piece of memory for himself so accurately.

But mistakes had serious consequences.

Seeing a person's memory will inevitably treat the other person as a "person" rather than a "game object".When nothing is known about him, he is Fernand.But now he is not.He was a stranger named Ivano.

When you realize that the other party is a "person", you will notice all the differences between him and Fernan.Because he was fucking someone else.This is too dramatic.

The most direct impact is that he broke the rules in the game today.He should treat the other party as Fernan forever.Fernand didn't know the damned Charles Tazito.But what did he say to that man today? ?

It shouldn't be like this.unforgivable.

He should be punished.

From time to time, small drops of blood fell on Sean's feet, coming from a wound that ran through his forearm.The knife was still stuck in his arm, and the pain made him tremble a little, but he didn't intend to pull it out.This is the punishment he deserves.

Now, the problem he faces is that the "nightmare" is in front of him.You only need to move your fingers to see the answer—what made that man so frightened that he still got an erection in fear.

Seeing the answer, he was able to get that man to erect in the same way.

But the answer belonged to the man named Ivano, not Fernand.Why would he want to see it?He shouldn't be watching at all.

He can't ruin the game.Gaming is the only reason he lives.

He should have fed a gun to his mad head, but he's alive.

Because he is a paranoid, he must find Fernand.The Fernand who can pass his "last hurdle".

He had to prove that he lived, that his existence had meaning.He couldn't just die like this.

So someone has to pass that "last hurdle".

Someone had to... save him.

Sean wandered around the laboratory like a dog in a cage.Every time you pass that instrument, take a look at it.Finally, his footsteps stopped.

He slowly turned his head to Nightmare.

It should be three or four o'clock in the morning, and the door of Ivano's room was opened.

Ivano was sleeping very alertly, when he suddenly felt someone approaching in his sleep, he jumped up and retreated to the corner of the room.He gestured to turn on the light, and the room lit up.He saw the man standing by the bed.It's Sean.Still followed by battle robots.

Ivano's hair was messed up, and he stood in the corner in surprise, looking at them with vigor.He was tortured enough during the day, and his spirit has not yet recovered, his eyes are fragile and sensitive.

The other looked refreshed, as if he had eight hours of sleep and had just finished a cup of coffee and was heading to work.

"Good morning." Sean greeted happily, "Do you want to start right away, or go to the bathroom to get ready. I can do it, I'm always considerate."

Ivano had no idea what the psychopath was trying to do until he noticed something in his hand.

He saw what it was, and his face sank.

It is a belt.and some twine.