Tanmei Fairy Tales

【Shelette's Perspective】

What exactly happened that night is a blur in my memory.I only remember that at the very beginning I had a high fever, burning like the flames of hell. My consciousness was struggling and howling in the flames, sinking and floating, and my body was limp like a dying fish, lying on some unknown place. panting on the shallows.

I longed for Mr. DeVry's presence, for the closeness of his naked honey-gold skin, for his strong embrace, his tobacco-smelling lips.

Later, in a blur, he seemed to really appear. I thought I was dreaming.It would be fine if it was a dream, if it was in a dream, can I break through the taboos of ethics willfully and express my heart to him well.I understand what he did for me, I understand the sacrifices he made to protect me.

The so-called kinship is, of course, a lie.In my life before I was 15 years old, although Kathy mentioned to me several times that her employer, Mr. DeVry, was a good person, but from her natural tone and praise of Mr. DeVry's various good deeds, I didn't read any possibility that contained a secret - as I said, my "tentacles" are sensitive.Although I don't understand some things, I can always perceive people's most straightforward emotions.

For example, at that time, I sacrificed my pious kiss to my "god", kissed his big body, flattered him, and begged his joy and love-yes, in my heart, Mr. Duvery It is the god who guards me, the existence that makes me feel at ease and nostalgic.For a few seconds, I could really feel his response, like a harmony of body and mind, I heard the blessing of the muse to us.But after only a few seconds, all the beautiful movements came to an abrupt end.

The roaring and noisy exclamations, sighs, and the sound of the door being knocked open with a "thump" rang in my ears, and it never stopped.I felt hands stretched out to separate me rudely from my god, and saw a icy gleam on Mr. DeVry's wrist.My protector was taken away by them just like that.

What happened next was like an endless nightmare to me.First, something slammed hard on half of my cheek, before I could see clearly, the blood accompanied by severe pain blurred my vision on one side.

I subconsciously wanted to stretch out my hand to protect my head, but was forcefully grabbed by the other hand. A mouthful of thick spittle mixed with phlegm, followed by blurring my vision on the other side.

"Bah! The illegitimate child of the Nazis, a male whore who flirts at will, let you taste the taste of my saliva! Hahaha, does it smell good! Does it smell good!"

Another strange voice, these people, why do they hate me so much?They always call me "Nazi's illegitimate child", why?

In the past, I only knew that I was an orphan who was abandoned by my mother since I was born. Kathy said that my biological father was an irresponsible heartbreaker, and my mother was pregnant out of wedlock. I thought it was just that simple.But now I am more and more convinced that my life experience has something to do with the Nazi's evil deeds, but what exactly is it?God, who will tell me the answer, who will save me!

Immediately afterwards, a burlap bag covered my head.I am like a blind man who is at a loss, enduring endless tyranny and abuse.

Something hard and cold was stuffed in from the lower body, and the dense gullies on the top were like thousands of sharp knives cutting through my tightly twisted passage at the same time. The heart-piercing pain, the lower body that was stabbed to the point of bleeding began to numb, and felt that the burning torture seemed to be exerted on another body...

Yes, this is not my body.My body must be somewhere else right now, perhaps in the warm arms of Mr. DeVry, it's all just a nightmare, it's not real...

Finally, when the sack was finally removed, I took a deep breath, thinking that the nightmare was about to wake up, and that my tortured soul would have a chance to see the light of day again.When I opened my eyes with difficulty, countless streams of smelly and pungent hot liquid poured over my face and naked body, dyeing this hopeless world a deathly yellow.

I know I can't clean it anymore.No matter how gentle Mr. Duffery's fingertips are when he holds the towel and wipes me, no matter how warm the water in the pure white bath is like the amniotic fluid that conceives life in a mother's womb, I know from the moment I am pushed out of the womb , there is no room for me in this cold world.

Yes, I believe that I am the evil seed of the Nazis, otherwise how can I explain the hatred of everyone screaming and beating?My birth was a shameful mistake, and I carry original sin that can never be washed away.

Perhaps the subconscious has long understood this kind of sadness, even a cry that an ordinary baby can make, has been choked in my throat since birth, I am a defective product with sin.

"Sheletts, Shelleys, Shelleys... woo, Shellets..." Mr. Duffery's eyes were full of sadness, he didn't know what to do except calling my name over and over again Explain to me the injustice of this world, explain everything that happened to me tonight.

No need to explain, DeVry.I knew it would be like this. I have watched the ending of "The Ugly Duckling" secretly, and it is not what you said at all.The ugly duckling failed to settle down in the small farmyard, because the owner of the small courtyard also disliked him.But you didn't dislike me, you made me the most beautiful fairy tale in the world, but fairy tales are all for lying to children, aren't they?I am no longer a child.

I despise myself!It's me who hurt you.Not only did my dirty ugly duckling not live a "happy life" in the manor, even the manor that sheltered him lost its tranquility, and all the happiness and joy in the master's life have been lost. .It's the ugly duckling's fault, the ugly duckling doesn't deserve such a good master.

Maybe, I should learn from the ugly duckling in the fairy tale and fly away from the manor?