Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Three 10 minutes just to get rid of his chatter.

"An animal."

"Be more specific."

Elo tilted his head on his arm, and said in a gentle tone: "No, I will give you the answer if I continue."

"Otherwise I won't guess."

"Okay then." Elo compromised, "It's something that crawls on the ground."

"Is it an insect?"

"No."

"That's the earthworm." Cut one, two or zero.A single cut down the middle can regenerate, but if cut vertically, it will die, and there will be nothing. "Right."

"Correct."

Typical of one of Elo's boring riddles.I don't know why, and I don't know the meaning, most of his riddles are endless like this, neither particularly profound nor particularly simple, suspended in mid-air awkwardly, and disappointing after whetting their appetite, because they failed to get a good enough riddle. Answer.I don't know what he's doing with this riddle.Every day since I was locked up he gave me a puzzle that I almost never bothered to guess, just let him give me hints.

He seemed to be able to read my question, and gave me an explanation: "It's never the result that matters, it's the time we spend together. A riddle is just a path, I write it and you guess it, that's the pattern. You know Yes, people tend to value what they spend their time on."

"Are you also expecting me to value you?"

"Who knows."

"Maybe I should have made it clear to you earlier," I cast my gaze down to the floor reflecting the blue light of the projector, "I don't know why you picked me, but I'm not interested in any of your games."

"You know it's useless no matter what you say." Elo yawned loudly and wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers. "Since I found you, I will never let you go."

But why?

"If you want to completely terminate this relationship, unless you or I die."

To destroy everything around me to trap me in this place.

"No, even at that point I might not let you go. Maybe. Live and die together—sounds more interesting."

"I won't be the second you." I asserted directly, "I don't have blood on my hands."

Elo sighed, stood up lightly, walked in front of me and bent slightly, our eyes met, I couldn't help being a little curious about what he would read from my eyes, he reached out and gently stroked my cheek, stopped After staying for a while, my fingers slid down the curve of my jaw to my neck, and then I slowly unbuttoned my coat, and then put my palm on my left chest through the shirt. I shook my body uncomfortably and wanted to escape, but my hands were tied. Behind him, his body and feet were fixed to the chair, and he could barely move.

Elo seemed to want to confirm something, facing me and straddling me, forming an extremely ambiguous posture with me.I was about to speak, but he stretched out a finger to his lips to silence me, then bowed his head and kissed my bare neck, his kiss was like ants crawling across the skin, with a bit itchy shivering feeling, no matter what I still can't get used to being so close to him, he intensifies his strength, bites with his teeth, and wraps his lips around my Adam's apple, like a vicious dog grabbing a toy ball.I try to stay as still as possible, and sometimes I see him as a brown bear and walk away when he doesn't get the reaction he wants.

After a few minutes of intimacy, Elo put his ear to my chest and listened carefully. "There's no reaction at all," he complained. "That's boring."

"Only for me, I hope you can show your true colors."

"What do you want me to be?"

"It's not becoming, it's your most authentic appearance without pretense."

"You've seen it."

Elo shook his head, somehow confident he knew himself better than I did.

He slapped me so hard that my face was knocked to the side without any defense, my teeth hit my lips, and there was a strange rusty smell in my mouth, which must be bleeding.He slapped me hard, half of my face was immediately numb, I licked the injured part of my lips, turned my head and looked at him.

He was still sitting on my lap very close to the inside, almost close to my body, my leg was already numb, I told him to go down but he refused to listen, instead he stuck even tighter, almost to the point where two people's bodies were embedded The point where they are together is to maintain such an awkward posture. He folded his palms and tightly covered my mouth and nose. I tried my best to shake my head from side to side to break free from his restraint, but I couldn't break free. I tried hard. I moved my hands to get rid of the bandages so that I could get out of the current fatal predicament. He had tied me tightly in advance, which may be an illusion. The more I struggled, the tighter I was bound.

His behavior was beyond my expectation. For a while, I didn’t inhale enough air. Coupled with the constant struggle, the little oxygen I inhaled would soon be exhausted. I was doing it vigorously under the threat of suffocation. There was a movement of breathing, but other than a cracking sound from my throat, I couldn't get a breath of air under his soft palm.

As the last oxygen ran out, each second was more painful than the last, my face and body burned, the urge to breathe temporarily overwhelmed everything, I struggled with my eyes wide open, and Elo's weight weighed heavily on me. Pressed on me, my wrist hurts, and my whole body is in an extremely aggrieved state. At first I thought I still had strength, but gradually, the strength escaped with the air in my lungs, and my brain felt a pain.Typical symptoms of choking.

I vaguely thought of this scene as if I had seen it before. The Duke strangled my neck and Elo covered my mouth and nose. Either way, the purpose was to suffocate me, regardless of whether it was the last time or this one. This time I was equally powerless, completely helpless, without making any progress.In fact, if it wasn't for me, if I were replaced by a positive and optimistic person, I should be able to do countless things that I can't do. No matter how you look at it, the gods gave the wrong person a gift. Why do I want endless lives? Useless, I don't even know where to waste my life.

I was suffocating, still floating, struggling, and my consciousness was gradually drifting away. In a daze, I seemed to overturned the chair, fell back on the ground and hit my head, but it didn't hurt too much, and my wrist didn't hurt anymore. Lightly, Elo was still straddling me, and I heard him say slowly: "You have to die once before you can live."

I laughed in my heart that he didn't know that I had died several times.

And then even this little awareness doesn't exist anymore.

I wake up.I was still sitting on the chair, tied firmly and motionless, as if I had never fallen down, and Elo did not speak to me. My throat was a little dry, and I coughed a few times uncomfortably. Elo brought me another Give me a glass of water, and I'll have to drink it even though I know he's up to no good.

"I'm still alive," I said.

"Of course you're alive, fool." Elo carefully wiped away the water stains I accidentally dripped on my chin with his thumb: "How do you feel?"

"Dizziness, uncomfortable breathing, uncomfortable hands and feet..."

Elo interrupted me impatiently, "Not this way." He put the water glass on the ground hastily, and held my head in his hands, forcing me to look at him. He asked inductively: "Do you want What? When you thought you were dying, what was the first thing that came to your mind. Your deepest longing, your deepest desire, your deepest love. Tell me, what was on your mind."

I pulled one corner of my mouth, "Thinking of death." I said.

Elo shook his head in denial, "You're stronger than that."

"I want to die." I repeated again, I didn't know why I wanted to laugh, so I laughed to myself despite being completely controlled by him, "Don't you understand? Elo, no matter how hard you force me, I will I can't show you what you want. In fact, I don't lack anything, and I don't want anything in particular. I ask for nothing. Seriously, you might as well just let me die, so as not to suffer under your hands .”

"No, that's not what you think!" Elo said angrily, letting go of his hand. "You just want me to be helpless."

"You'd better find something that scares me more," I suggested quietly.

Elo was biting his nails and staring at me. After about two or three minutes, he calmed down and told me to wait and see, "After all, there is still a big show that hasn't started, my dear. We have enough time."

He squatted in front of me, looked at me from bottom to top through his eyelashes, and asked me maliciously if I wanted to go to the bathroom with an innocent look.

"I can help you, as long as..."

"No, thank you." I refused immediately before he finished speaking, but my answer was useless, and he completed the sentence himself: "As long as you are willing to kneel down and beg."

"Ah, please, let me release/release." Elo folded his hands on his chest, made a gesture of prayer, and smiled with interest and malice, "Just say that, and help you take off the bandage." Untie it all."

"Even if I say so, I'm afraid you won't let go of my hands."

"Not necessarily." Elo replied ambiguously.

"Undo my bandages."

Elo reaches into his pocket and finds something.

I reckoned that once the hands and feet were let go, there would be no power to counterattack at all.

But all plans were shattered when he saw the object in his hand - a small and dark pistol/gun was held in his hand. "Letting go of you doesn't mean letting you go. Because I'm afraid my dear will forget, I have to remind you with a small prop."

"In order to avoid unnecessary embarrassment." He explained, and took scissors to cut off the straps one by one. After many days, I was finally free again.

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