Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

With neither weapon nor strength, nothing could be done to him.We lay head to shoulder and shoulder to shoulder, and he slept soundly next to me without hesitation, and sometimes stretched out an arm to press on me, wrapping me around me like a fence.This is where things get weird.The psychological distance between us can hardly support such an intimate contact. At the beginning, I couldn't sleep deeply and dreamed a lot.Occasionally dream of golden winter tree, after gradually getting used to it, I haven't dreamed much.

I feel his breath around me, and I can't help smelling danger in it.This sense of danger has been looming in my brain since we first met, and until now I can't understand where my heart will lead me.A part of me whispers: This is what you want.I ignored it and pretended not to hear it, even though the voice came from inside me.

56. Pierrot 15

I asked Ello, "What do you want from me?"

"you."

"You've got me in your hands."

"No, not enough," he simply said. "But we will get in." Elo smiled vaguely, revealing two rows of white and sharp teeth.

I give up arguing and have to focus on my body's needs for the time being. "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

"Please."

He sees this as a step in the domestication game.

Then I beg him.

Cut off from the outside world, limited communication, strictly grasping and controlling my needs, he must enjoy this kind of thrill of completely mastering another person, but unfortunately I can't fully give him what he wants.

In fact, I don't even have a sense of shame. He thought that asking me to say a few soft words and making low-level requests would make me feel ashamed. No, I'm just not used to it. If it has to be like this, I can do it .As a result, he became dissatisfied first, and angrily accused me of having less self-esteem than he imagined.

It’s ridiculous to say that it’s like this in every life. Others project their imaginary shadows on me without authorization, thinking that I will behave as they predicted. If my actions don’t meet their expectations, they will feel offended before I do. I got up and decided it was my fault.In fact, they shouldn't have expected anything from me in the first place, and I was not born to satisfy their spiritual needs.

At the beginning Elo tried to force me to do all kinds of things that he thought I would not want to do. He made a mistake. My bottom line is much lower than he imagined. Do.My obedience made him dissatisfied. Elo turned around and acted even more excessively. He insisted on showing me obvious repulsion and resistance. He gradually contracted his control over me to test the bottom line of my patience.For example, at the beginning, the food was just less, which was normal.Gradually the portion is reduced until it is difficult to reach the level needed to fill me up, and it has evolved into raw food, beef with blood, vegetable leaves, live shrimp roe, fish roe, he has given me all these, what can I do, I can only eat it obediently. Fortunately, those things can be eaten raw, otherwise I would have to worry about getting parasites besides him.

During the day, he acts willfully and recklessly, at night he will hold me very tightly, as if he doesn’t know that I will also be in pain. After he falls asleep, he has a handsome profile, sleeping soundly like a child, and his black curly hair is fluffy, which made me realize He is also very young, so he is not as cynical as he is in his behavior and conversation because of his experience in the world, but as soon as he wakes up, the soft face disappears completely, as long as he is awake, he will never allow me to sleep, he speaks loudly Heavy metal music, or turn the volume up to watch a murder movie, so loud that I wake up moaning/groaning, and can't sleep again.

Elo was deeply dissatisfied with my compromising and laissez-faire attitude day after day. I was too lazy to accompany him in the crying hostage scene, and he invented more moves to torture my nerves in boredom.For example, forcing me to wake up and talk to him for two consecutive days, pouring ice water on my head as soon as I dozed off; or find five or six blood-hunting movies to play continuously, and force me to snuggle up with him to watch; or I found a silver knife and drew some patterns on my body. I don’t have scars, and he didn’t use force. After a while, these patterns will fade and heal, and he will draw some new ones.

It's really hard for me to speak like a teenage girl's hobby.I used to have a regular life, meaning that when I was not working, I went to bed at 10:30 in the evening and woke up at [-] in the morning. The biological clock was stable, I never suffered from insomnia, and I never experienced the feeling of lack of sleep, but now I know, and once Sexual experience is enough.Losing sleep for a long time is definitely a form of torture.

There are things I didn't expect: [-]. Elo is really a ruthless character who can kill people; I'm not unrelated, I'm probably a fugitive murderer, or at least a suspect.

"How long are you going to lock me up?"

"One day..."

That day never comes.

How long have I been here?Ten days?a month?I couldn't handle it at all, the hands of the watch worked very slowly, but I still had it on, and Elo didn't insist on taking it off.

It wasn't just me who was persecuted by the endless loneliness, but also Elo, who seemed to be well adjusted on the surface, but he was not an easy person to get along with, and the situation became more and more irritable.Especially if he didn't get what he wanted.

Elo asked me a stupid question, asking if I was happy.

"Of course not under the circumstances." I looked around, hoping he would realize for himself how ridiculous the question was.

"I mean once, have you ever been happy?" He asked casually, honestly I don't know why he cares.

"It wasn't too bad until I met you."

Elo was thoughtful and stopped talking, concentrating on mixing a glass of juice to match a plate of whole chicken with fresh vegetables.He used some tomato juice, a lemon, lots of passion fruit pulp and crushed ice, as weird as his fashion.He sipped a glass of strangely colored juice with floating clumps of frog-egg-like flesh, and said absently, "We can start a family. You and me." Elo neatly tore off the drumstick, using her snow-white teeth. Tearing the chicken on top, the aroma burst into my nose.

I haven't been fed for two days, but I can bear it, and it's best to eat something.His usual tricks—starvation, humiliation, and limited violence—he really wanted to tame me.

I was hungry, and there was no way I could avoid it. He handcuffed me to a chair again, waiting for the leftovers like a dog. He still wore the earphones, humming some brisk melodies with his throat intermittently, From time to time, he raised his head and looked at me with his eyes, showing a malicious and pleasant smile.

"Want to eat?" He broke off the other leg.

I nod.He opened his mouth to take a bite, leaving a clear tooth mark on the drumstick, "Do you want this?" I still nodded.

Elo frowned, threw the chicken legs on the floor casually, ate the rest of the chicken, and ate the cups and plates in a mess, then walked up to me and pinched my cheeks with his hands, and said in a low voice: "It's a bit Dignity." Then he locked the door, left me and left.

Now it's my turn to start laughing.I knew it would piss him off, and if I could actually bend down and pick up that dusty chicken leg on the floor, I'm not sure about it, Elo would be pissed off.Sometimes I almost sympathize with him, what he is doing is so difficult, how can he ask a person to bend his knees to him, and to be honest with him.

Ello was out for half an hour, and I couldn't move except to twist my wrists a little in the handcuffs.When he came back, he was still holding a snake's seven inches in his hand. The brown snake twisted and squirmed in his hand, wrapped its tail around his wrist and struggled to get free, but its strength was too weak, and it couldn't turn over no matter what. .

"I thought, you always have a limit." Elo pursed his lips and teased the snake, as if to give it a kiss, but he didn't touch it, instead the kiss fell on my cheek, which was as wet as a dew.

He put the snake on my body, let it snake along my arms, crawl across my back, shoulders and neck, and stop at my ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cold vertical pupils of the cold-blooded animal staring at me motionlessly.I knew in my heart that it was still not poisonous, but the rustling sound and heavy weight of its scales when it scratched the skin still made me subconsciously get goosebumps.

Elo narrowed his eyes and admired my uncomfortable appearance. When the time was almost up, he grabbed the snake back into his hand and stroked it roughly a few times. Then he suddenly pulled the snake into two pieces with his bare hands and dug out the blue and green flesh. The snake gall was forced into my mouth.My eyes ran to one side, unwilling to see Elo's face, and refused to open my mouth. Elo could only open my mouth with his fingers before stuffing it in. In the confusion, I bit him hard, the suffocating stench While the bitterness was spreading, I almost bit off a small part of Ello's finger. The freak laughed out loud while holding his bloody palm. I coughed and spit out half of the snake's gut. I just looked at one side, that poor snake. The part of his head was still twitching on the floor.

"Honey, have you solved the first puzzle yet?"

He asked again and I still had no idea.

"Tick tock, tick tock, time is ticking," he said with a grin. "Find it out before it's too late."

"However..." he changed his mind and said again, "Actually, it's already too late. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later, as long as it's before the big show begins."

I don't understand it at all.He's just crazy, and it doesn't matter if I can figure it out or not.Compared with him, I might be the normal one.

57. Pierrot 16

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