Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

No one dared to release the little prince from the room and the rope without the permission of the Netherlands.Even bringing meals has to go through the eyes of Paley's herald.It was impossible to ask Netherlands.The former general was furious in the room and called several psychiatrists in his study overnight.

The servants were all guessing where the little prince had angered this officer who never got angry at home, was always indifferent to those who were not war criminals or enemies, and would not be cruel.

Garcia was tied up on the bed. No matter how hard he struggled, his wrists and ankles were bleeding, and he couldn't break free from the professional binding.His mouth was stuffed with cloth strips and sealed with tape. The corners of his mouth were broken, and the blood kept flowing into his neck.But the blood coughed up in the lungs could not be vomited out, and it was swallowed back into the stomach raw.

The lights in the room were left on because Bernie had turned on the lights for the soldiers when he opened the door.He saw the bright light in the room, and thinking of Netherland's disgusted look at him just now, he tried hard to kick the wood at the end of the bed with his feet, but his hands were pulled away by the rope, and the ground was pulled away, and he was bitten into the flesh. inside.

Mouth, and after a while, the nose became sour, and the burning of the electric light pierced into the eyes, and the liquid flowed out.

He didn't sleep all night, and the next day, the soldiers from the field army who tied him up yesterday came again and changed him into bloody clothes. Several bones on his body were broken, and he was pushed and shoved easily. The medicine was put on the ground, and before he could take the cloth strip out of his mouth for a few minutes, he shouted "I want to see Nedland", when he was punched, half his eyes went dark, and he stuffed the cloth strip again, Re-tied back to bed.

In the afternoon, different psychiatrists came.They came into the room one by one to communicate with him, but they were talking, Garcia was gagged by a cloth strip, unable to utter a word, even though they came to diagnose and analyze him with professional psychological knowledge , conclusions, judgments, enlightenment, education, probation and criticism, etc. and so on.

Garcia's hands and feet were tied to the corner of the bed, and a pillow was stuffed under his head. He stared at the doctors who wanted to treat him, because he couldn't move, otherwise he would have punched each of them several times.

It's a pity that his bones have not been connected, his body is bleeding profusely, and these stupid psychiatrists are convulsed with anger. A female doctor who pretends to be kind sees that the corner of his mouth has been bleeding, so she kindly removes the tape and cloth strips for him. Garcia bit her hand, blood came out, and called her a "bitch". The female doctor covered her bleeding hand, trembling with anger, pointed at his nose, and cursed for a long time. Same-sex dirty words.

In the evening, the psychiatrists lined up one by one, and Garcia was tossed until late at night, before the day's "seeing a doctor" ended. He hated Nedland, who didn't connect his broken bones for him, and treated him like He was tied up like a lamb and watched as a different kind, despite the ridicule and blank stares of those psychologists who boasted of high education and authority.

He hated Netherland's teeth itching.If his mouth hadn't been stuffed with cloth strips and rubber, he would have bitten Nedland's neck in his mouth, and his mouth could tear him apart.

In the middle of the night, he was so painful that he couldn't sleep, and his physical tears flowed backwards.

The lights were still on, and none of the damn Bernie, or the maids, came into the room to help him turn off the damn light.

Tears flowed from his eyes as he was stabbed by the electric light, and he knocked on the bed board without strength, waiting for a new round of psychologists to come to "consult" and "treat" tomorrow.

I don’t know if it’s a hallucination, he closed his eyes, because of the pain in his body, he couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, he heard footsteps in the room, stepped on the floor gently, when he opened his eyes, a slap fell , he turned his face to the side, and saw that pale face with disgust.

The black eyes stared at him like a strange monster.The red lips were pursed together, with a cold arc, not even wanting to say a word to him, as if it was an insult.

Garcia realized that there was no cloth strip in his mouth, and when he called Ye Mi, he struggled with his body, tears streaming down his face, and when he kept calling Ye Mi, he woke up from the nightmare, and it was still the strong white light of the electric light , filled the room with incandescence.

Garcia woke up crying from the nightmare, and found that Ye Mi had never entered his room at all, but only appeared in his nightmare in his crazy longing.

Garcia cried "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

He even longed for Netherland to appear, even if he only came to slap him in a nightmare, he hoped to see Netherland.

However, Netherlands did not come all night.

Again and again, on the second day, those psychologists and doctors came to visit him one by one.

If it wasn't for the cloth covering his mouth, he must have rudely cursed these pious doctors and yelled "get out".He is the son of Prince Garcia, the future king, and the Netherlands treats him like this.

Garcia was lying on the bed. He hadn't eaten anything these days except for being force-fed bread and water.It had been three days, and the injuries on his body had not received normal treatment. He knew that without the permission of the Netherlands, no one would dare to bring a doctor to diagnose and treat him.

Not even Paley, let alone Bernie the butler.

Garcia was silent, his throat became hoarse, and he couldn't even whimper without words.

On the fourth day, a doctor finally came into his room and performed bone-bonding for the broken ribs on his body, and performed fine stitches on his ruptured wound, which he had broken in the night before the first day. He had a cold, and he applied a lot of medicine, and then wrapped his hands and feet with several bloodstains from the rope.

Nedland still didn't come to see him, he thought that if Nedland looked at him more, he was humiliating himself.

The psychiatrists came to see him every day, and after screening, a few were left behind, and different people took turns to treat his "mental illness" every morning, afternoon and evening.He was still gagged. He looked at the doctor like he was looking at a monkey. He even knocked on the bed board with his scarred hand to warn and signal, but it didn't work. He "cures" on.But then it was all the same, and even told the people outside, so the soldiers tightened his rope even tighter.

Garcia is still counting the days, how many days he was locked in the room and "domesticated" and "reformed" by these people like a monster every day, but he counted the day after tomorrow, he couldn't stand it anymore, because the Netherlands has been living for so long Come on, I haven't seen him once.

He went on a hunger strike, refused physical treatment such as bone setting, and even attempted suicide, but none of them got a visit from the Netherlands.

After counting to 48 days, Garcia collapsed, and he stopped counting.The daily "brainwashing" continues.He didn't fight back, and he didn't try any more.He no longer asked to see the Netherlands, because the Netherlands had long since given up on him.

Garcia was lying on the bed like a corpse, the windows were sealed and would only be opened during the day when there were people.His hands and feet were still tied to the bed, he cooperated a lot, and the tightness of the rope was loosened a lot for him, and it was no longer tied tightly like a beast like before.

He no longer longed to see the Netherlands, who only appeared in his dreams under his nightly curse.In the dream he tortured Nedland as much as he wanted, but when he woke up, he found that the pillow was completely wet.Later, he even controlled himself, strictly forbidding himself to think about the Netherlands, trying to get rid of everything about Ye Mi from his mind.

He probably did, because he started to lose sleep and didn't dream anymore, not even the chance to dream of the Netherlands.

But gave him crazier thoughts and plans.He doesn't know what kind of life the Netherlands is living. Maybe he still eats three meals a day, reads the newspaper, and exercises. Maybe even when a servant or someone mentions Garcia inadvertently, he will raise his head. Those chilling black eyes, until the other party carefully put away all gestures, for fear of offending him.

Without poetry, where would there be poetry in captivity.Poetry was nothing more than a link between him and the Netherlands.He doesn't need poetry.Poetry is the Netherlands, this is what he once thought.Only if you like poetry, can you get in touch with and understand the Netherlands more easily, understand his heart, and even explore and speculate about him.

"You're a bitch, Monti Garcia."

Garcia said so to himself.The ceiling is a piece of relief relief in a vernacular style, which seems to be modeled after the style of royal architecture.He is like a clown under an upside-down mirror.

I don't know how many days it has been, but Garcia has lost a lot of weight. Because he hasn't got out of bed and walked for several months, the muscles in his thighs have shrunk, and his legs and arms have become thinner. Only his eyes are bright, with a strange expression , gray is like black.

He knew what the first thing he did when he left this room was to destroy the Netherlands with a gun.

He must have killed the Netherlands.

What was he going to do before killing him?Break Netherlands' hands and feet, and then threaten him with death bit by bit?

Garcia thought about revenge every day and night.He thought he no longer missed the Netherlands, but took revenge to work him into his mind.As everyone knows, this is the longing that he has never eradicated, crazy to the bone marrow.

He thought the man was crazy.Why, why didn't you come to see him once?Did he disappoint Ye Mi?

Garcia sneered, even the wound on his chest moved with a sneer, the pain made him grit his teeth, excruciating pain.