dust and ash

Slum

A few days later, when I returned to Duan Xiaojue's residence, the man was still there, but this time he was free, lying on the sofa reading a book.

I pretended to be calm and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

He turned his head and saw me coming, and he paused for a few seconds before saying, "Have you seen The Catcher in the Rye?"

I glanced at the book in his hand, which read "The Catcher in the Rye", and exclaimed: "Your English is so good? I think I have read it, but I can't understand many of them. I need a Chinese translation."

"Cut," he glared at me, "a dog's eyes look down on people."

I rushed over immediately after hearing this, grabbed his neck and said, "Who do you call a dog? If you have the guts, you can say it again."

"Ah, crazy, you let go, I'm ticklish," he was angry and laughed wildly.

At that moment, I felt that he was going to be smart. If Duan Xiaojue didn't come over and pull me away, maybe I could kill him.

Before returning home, I followed them to the Argentine capital, Buenos Aires.

I went to a slum, not a beautiful place.

It was a spiral building, which I heard was called the revolving door.

Duan Xiaojue said that he would hand over that person, and this is where the deal will take place.

I stood not far away and silently listened to their occasional conversations.

"You let me follow you, I can't stay here for a moment."

"I don't have that hobby. You still have a long life in the future. Maybe you can meet again in China."

"Why don't you have that hobby anymore? When have you ever been excited and told me not to stop? Or do you think I'm not mature enough and haven't received enough sex?"

"I was tempted by you, and now I'm not so easy to deceive."

"Take it as saving someone's life. I won't be able to survive. I can double the money you received?"

"It's getting late, you can take care of yourself."

When I got on the plane, I asked Duan Xiaojue, "Does that man like you?"

"Like? How do you use that word?"

"Otherwise what other words can be used?"

"He said he would follow me in the future, guess why?"

"Why? Isn't it because he likes you, isn't it?"

He shook his head: "Because I am gentle."

I couldn't help but laugh: "Are you gentle?"

"Why am I not gentle? Am I not gentle?"

"You are gentle like this. I have never seen a rough one."

"Let me tell you this, he might be able to escape in my hands, but it's hard to say in their hands."

"who are they?"

"You will know when you return home."

Slavery

Before meeting Zhuo Minhao, I followed Duan Xiaojue to the Diamond club.

During the period, I went to the toilet and came out, and was dragged into a consumer room in a daze.

"Handsome guy, bring us a dozen beers and a plate of fruit," said one of them.

I quickly explained: "I'm not the waiter here."

"Isn't it a waiter? What's wrong with you? Everyone is looking for the wrong one?" The expression on the man's face changed.

He turned around and looked at me again: "Everyone has come in, how about having a drink with us?"

"You can't blame me," the person standing next to me was still grunting, "he looks like a waiter."

I squinted at him: "Who do you think looks like a waiter?"

The man looked at me pissed off: "That is to say, what's wrong with you? I was scolded by the boss."

I grabbed his collar and pushed it against the wall: "Show me some respect when you speak."

The next moment I was dragged out by two strong, powerful arms.

"I'm sorry, Boss Qin, this is my man. I haven't disciplined him well. I'll apologize to you here first, and I promise I won't offend you again in the future."

This was said by Duan Xiaojue, and it was very harsh for me to hear it.

"How did you find me? Can't you come later? I haven't beaten that man yet."

"Jiang Yizhi, don't cause trouble for me, Boss Qin, you can't afford it."

"Am I in trouble? Did they find the wrong person or is it my fault?"

"Don't shout here, I'll take you upstairs."

"I'll go by myself," I shook off his hand, "Lalacha, do I know you very well?"

I angrily followed him to the top floor, where it was like another world, everyone standing in suits and leather shoes, with extraordinary temperament.With a wine glass in your hand, you can come and go freely, as you like.Each kneeling crawler followed, some with bell collars around their necks.Some wore leather tights, some were naked.Some were gagged, and some were put on masks.Some were tied up and could only walk on their knees.Some hands were on the ground, and the handcuffs were not allowed to make too much noise.And some, who were whipped, dripped with wax, punctured, and various traces of brutality were still clearly visible.

This is probably a world of domination and submission, sadism and masochism.

I hid in the toilet and vomited for a long time.