[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

The woman asked him to sit by the bed, opened the door and walked out by herself.

There was a large mirror standing at the foot of the bed. He glanced at it, and then his eyes widened as if he saw something strange.

He stood up slowly and walked over.

The boy in the mirror has fair skin like creamy skin, and the hair that grows below his shoulders makes him look indistinguishable from male and female. His upper body is a half-sleeved thin shirt, which is deliberately buttoned to the top, and the texture of the inside can be vaguely seen It looks very weird.And he was wearing a pair of very short shorts on his legs, but they were very loose, and he could see the white lace of the lace underwear inside when he walked around.

This is not right.

He started to feel hot.The part of his back that was poured with viscous liquid before felt itchy, as if bugs were constantly crawling inside, he felt a little uncomfortable, rubbed his legs, and his skin began to turn abnormally red.

He feels thirsty.

On the cabinet was a new cup that Dad bought for him not long ago, and there happened to be water in it.

He drank it without a trace of hesitation or doubt, but drinking the water not only did not relieve the heat and thirst, but made the situation worse.

He felt that he must have caught a cold and had a fever, and his legs were so weak that he fell directly to the ground.

He suddenly heard a conversation outside the door.

"Is the person clean?"

"Clean, absolutely clean, I've raised this kid since he was born, and no one has ever touched him."

"Your son?" The strange voice sneered, "Don't you feel sorry for your father?"

"Oh, don't mention that word. His mother ran away with someone after she gave birth to him, and the seed is not mine. I have done my best in raising him for several years. He has to repay something."

Then the woman's voice sounded. "It's all taken care of, don't worry."

The door was opened, and a gust of wind blew in, which cleared his drowsy mind for a moment, and then he was burnt out by the rising heat again.

He felt as if someone had picked him up, and every touch brought a chill.

The smell of smoke lingered in his mouth and nose, followed by the sound of cloth being torn, and more coolness.

Burning, tingling, pleasure, pain, and then even more intense pleasure.

The softness of the fabric on the back turned to that on the chest, and then the back felt cold and hard. For a few moments, he felt that only the back and outer thighs were in contact with human skin with the same heat.

He was hugged, and he vaguely felt that it was a man.

He couldn't help calling out the name that he never dared to say out loud. All voices and movements were silent for a second, and then he experienced the ultimate pleasure of being able to list.

When he finally woke up and opened his eyes, he only felt a stench in his mouth, his whole body was in pain, and a part of his back that shouldn't be felt when he woke up was extremely painful.

A red thread was wrapped around his wrist, and the other end was attached to the head of the bed, but not tightly tied.

His face was sticky, and his body was covered with sticky and disgusting stuff.

Some terrible memories emerged from the depths of his mind. He retched with a pale face, and when he looked up, he saw the mirror.

He no longer recognizes the person in the mirror.

His body was mottled and dirty, his hair was matted, his lips were red and swollen, his face was pale but his cheeks were strangely red.

Suddenly there was a sound from the door, the sound of the lock being opened, he endured the pain and quickly shrank into the stained quilt, looking over there in horror.

The man seemed to be in a good mood, carrying two bottles of wine that he would never dare to think about, and came in humming a little tune.

The man pouted his mouth in disgust when he saw him, and then immediately put on a smile.

"Wake up, go wash up, I'll tidy up, and someone will come tonight."

He froze in disbelief after hearing the man's words, and he didn't even react when the man came up to him.

"Go!!!"

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the man yelled, and he jumped down. His conditioned reflex over the years made him dare not think about it, so he rushed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

The water is cold.

He didn't care.

He squatted down slowly, hugging his knees and crying.

It seems that this kind of thing will not stop after the first time.

At first he resisted, but was beaten one of the worst ever by a man.

After the woman saw his appearance and refused to bring anyone, the previous money quickly ran out.

Men did not hit him anymore.But in front of him, he would strangle the dog he had fed when he was beaten and scolded every day, wring the neck of a chick that had just broken its shell, poison the stray cat with rat poison, and throw Xue Linlin's body on him.And then shut him in a room that couldn't see a ray of light when he was most afraid.

He screamed in horror and finally got on his knees and begged the man not to continue, he would obey.

He didn't want to see the remains of animals when he woke up, and he didn't want to be forced to eat and swallow the meat after being soaked in their drained blood.

He became more and more numb and no longer resisted.From being drugged every day at the beginning, to drinking and rubbing it on myself under the watchful eyes of the man.

More and more money is stuffed into men's pockets, but this place has never changed. It looks like a secluded and remote corner house from the outside, but the decoration inside is exquisite and comfortable, and all the utensils are perfect.

The only money spent on him was to buy all kinds of expensive skin care products and cosmetics, as well as various items with more patterns and better quality.

Men still get drunk and smoke until their teeth turn yellow, but what they drink turns into expensive booze and what they smoke turns into cigars.In addition, the man also found the fun again, soaking in the crowd of women every day, not afraid that one day he would rot in it.

When the man came back one day, he went over to change the man's shoes and get the wine.

The man felt that he was very obedient, and after learning that the person who came tonight was a rich man, he was so happy that he drank one cup after another.

The man was quite drunk, and the woman with heavy make-up had to help him out.

It was an acquaintance who came that day.

He has learned to put on a mask a few times ago, laughing, suppressing and restraining, or screaming coquettishly, sometimes shyly asking for kisses, sometimes being petty and coquettish, always showing that the person likes it To look fascinated.

But in some things, he has been shy and passive.

And that night, he only wore a red tulle skirt.In that person's eyes that were almost shining, he said: "I figured it out, I really like Uncle, so now that we are married, we can do whatever we want tonight."

He fed the man alcohol until he was unconscious.

His voice was slutty, and the man was even more fascinated, almost dying in it.

Then, a knife was stabbed into the heart, pulled out, and then stabbed forcefully into the abdomen.

He pushed the man away, but the handle of the knife caught in the buckle on the side of the bed, and the man fell and was disembowelled.

The intestines flowed all over the floor, and the stench was sour that he vomited up his dinner.

He took a shower, changed into a clean dress, and stood by the door.