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... How many days is this?

He couldn't tell how many times he woke up from the nightmare. He lost his way in the desolate forest and was placed in a cramped cave.Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps from a distance, stepping on the muddy road step by step, tom, tom, tom——

The sound of footsteps was already close at hand.He closed his eyes tightly in a panic, but all the sounds disappeared at the same time in the next moment.

At that moment, the unknown fear pulled people's soul away, Gao Tong clenched his hands, his nails almost dug five bloody crescents out of his palm, he couldn't make a sound, as if there was a bellows hidden in his throat, helpless And gasping dryly—

"...!"

He opened his eyes suddenly.

It was still pitch black in front of him, and cold sweat seeped out from every pore, and was carried away by the cold air. Gao Tong shrank his body and began to try to calm down his breathing.The surrounding environment is not much different from the dream, is this a serial dream?or reality?

The pain gradually came from the palm of his hand, so he let go of his tightly clenched hands, stroked it with his fingertips, and could feel the deep dent in the palm of his hand.

Smelling a faint smell of urine, Gao Tong pursed his lips numbly, which finally reminded him that this should not be a dream.

Yes, yes, it's time to write a diary.

The diary is very thick, thick enough to support his cervical spine when sleeping. He usually sleeps on it like this, so that it is convenient to find the diary when he gets up.Bai Xiuwen never turned on the lights when he came here, he didn't want to grope for something, lest he accidentally put the diary on the puddle of urine, it would be dirty.

That should be what he urinated on the first day he was locked up here.He drank a lot of water before, but in the end he couldn't take it anymore, and he called to the owner, but no one answered, so he moved to the wall with difficulty and planned to sleep for a while, thinking that this would relieve the urgency of urination.In the end, he also had a dream. He was walking through a clear stream in the thick fog, with the singing of warblers and swallows nearby, and the splashing of waterfalls in the distance, and the constant pattering in his ears, which was very cheerful.

When he woke up, he found that he had urinated sporadically on the floor, the urine between his legs was dry and mottled, and the smell made him almost retch, but he just changed his position and sat there silently.

Later, the other party came, but he didn't deal with it. He just took him by the arm and led him to the back corner. There is a toilet here, which can be solved here.

Bai Xiuwen said that he would not read what he wrote in the diary, and told him to take good care of the diary.

Gao Tong opened the diary, turned to a new page based on his impression, twisted out the pen, and wrote a line:

[the fifth day]

It should be the fifth day, Gao Tong continued to write, [Weather: Sunny].

In fact, he didn't know the weather outside, but it had been snowing for so many days before, and it should be sunny these few days, so it should be a sunny day.

Gao Tong has his own way of counting days.He knows that the master is an organized person, and the number and time of coming here should be fixed every day.During this period of time, he blew/sexed for the other party three times. According to the previous calculation, three days should have passed, but after the third time, the other party did not come again. Maybe he noticed that he was using this method to calculate the time.

After that, Gao Tong fell asleep four or five times in a daze. The darkness would blur people's concept of time, so he deliberately counted the time as less, but it should be five days anyway.

Kacha, Kadou? Dingó sauce ⑽⑷0⑸⑼⑹⑹⑶⑺cha.

There should be a clock in the basement for keeping time.He had heard the rustling of the second hand passing the time, and at first he would count it when he was bored, but then he felt his back getting hairy for some reason, so he never heard it again.

What should I write about today?

Gao Tong bit the pen, staring at the ground in front of him in a daze.Maybe it’s not the ground either, he can’t tell what it is, anyway, everything is black, the retina is black, the ground is black, the air is black, no matter what color it is, maybe he is blind.He joked in his heart,

It's about writing my feelings.So, what was going on in my mind?

【The weather today is good. ] No, it has already been written that the weather is sunny, so it would be superfluous to write it this way.

【The weather today is good. 】He crossed it out casually, and he didn't know if the position of the stroke was correct, and he couldn't see it, and he didn't know if he would have a chance to see it in the future.I want to see if the writing is out of the frame, whether it is one big or one small, it seems that he hasn't written for a long time.

【I had a dream again. Last time it was on the edge of a cliff. This time I was in a cave. It seemed that someone was chasing me with a machete. It was a bit like the game I played before. At that time, No.1 said the picture was very exciting, but Now that I think about it, it's pretty scary. 】Writing here, he suddenly remembered that his political teacher in the first year of high school said that matter determines consciousness, and that people's fantasies are generated by combining things they have seen before.I see.

Do you want to write these things out?Gao Tong tilted his head and thought for a while, then he thought forget it, too many words, so tired.

He felt a little hungry, so he put down his pen, and crawled stiffly to the side to get some bread to eat.It was hard to tear off the packaging, and I felt a tearing pain as soon as I opened my mouth.I licked it lightly with my tongue, and I could feel the corners of the mouth and the inner wall of the mouth were swollen.

He blows/jobs too much.

Gao Tong's mouth can't be said to be very small, but the size of Bai Xiuwen's genitals when fully erected is huge, as long as he puts it in, his mouth will be stretched into the shape of that thing, and he can't use his strength at all. , Mouth and throat are all messed up, every time I feel like I'm going to die.There is no place to put your hands, and you can't help but want to touch the other person's abdominal muscles. It is warm and comfortable there, and it also moves with the movement of sex/organs. It can always bring some comfort in a cold and chaotic environment.But every time his hand went up and got into the shirt, he would be beaten, and he didn't dare to touch it again.

The other party always takes a long time to ejaculate, and he feels in a trance that he is poked by a rolling pin, and finally swallows it after ejaculating. Although the other party did not say so, he did not dare to stand by the side all the time. If you spit it out, you have to swallow it.

The mouth really hurts, and it seems that there are countless small openings in it.He opened his mouth to bite off a small piece of bread, and dared to eat it slowly until it softened. After these few bites, he lost his appetite again, so he returned to his original position and continued to write in his diary.

Still don't know what to write.

【Why does the master not let me touch his body during blowjob? 】I was a little embarrassed when I wrote this sentence. Gao Tong puffed up his mouth and wanted to bite the pen again, but the crystal inlaid behind the pen would hit his mouth again. He held back and continued to write.

[I want to go out, I want to see the sun.It's so cold here, my knee hurts, maybe I have rheumatism.When will the master come? 】

That's it for today.Gao Tong thought about it, and wrote the last sentence: 【Bai Xiuwen is my master. 】

From the second day on, he would write this sentence at the end of every diary entry.Bo Xiuwen is my master.Yes, Bo Xiuwen is the master, what's unacceptable?He thought about those words carefully, and the other party's words were reasonable, and he subconsciously agreed with them.That's right, it was he who had been unwilling to reconcile with himself and the world. It was he who dragged himself into the quagmire step by step with his own hands, and he was binding himself.

He is in pain.He doesn't want to suffer like this anymore, why can't he have a master?He wants to be possessed and protected, it doesn't matter who that person is, as long as he is separated from this world.

That's right.What is the difference between living as a human being and being a slave, a dog, or a bug?Compared with a greater force, he is always so insignificant.Others couldn't understand it, and with a little effort, his spine could be broken.It was like this when he was a teenager, and it was the same when he was working. He was unable to appeal, so he had to swallow his anger for the first half of his life.He used to think that people's fate is counted by chance, and there will always be a day when it happens by chance, and the future will eventually be bright.However, in the blink of an eye, his father was seriously ill, and he couldn't even afford the money, so he finally relied on this person whom he resented when he was young to treat him.

A recurring nightmare from which I cannot wake up.

He crawled on the cold and hard concrete floor, he could not feel the existence of air, time and space never flowed, and he was afraid that the bell on his neck would shake even when he moved.In the utter silence, he lowered his head deeply until it was level with the dust.

The crisp and ethereal bells jingled.

perhaps……

Gao Tong thought calmly.You don't have to be human, stop being human.

You are anything that can be attributed, it doesn't matter, someone will protect you.

—or you can die too.

Death can also be liberated.