The days of eating soft rice in London

The gray clouds were finally overwhelmed, and when the night fell completely, large flakes of snow fell.

When the servants arrived at the baron's mansion, the snow on the ground had already piled up into a thick layer.

Mixed with the dirty snow water from last night, cheap hard rubber-soled leather shoes will make a creaking sound when stepped on.

The sound of hurried footsteps was very clear in this silent snowy night, and the noisy sound also came out, as if there were nasty mice gnawing on the legs of the table with their teeth.

The leading servant knocked on the door of the baron's mansion, and it was a young lady with a simple and honest appearance who opened the door.

"Excuse me, Miss Flora, we will deliver the things as ordered by Mr. Louis Morris." After finishing speaking, the servants put the coffin containing Camille's body on the ground.

The London beauty was now lying in a small coffin.Her luxurious skirt was stained with a large amount of blood, connecting into a dark red flower.

The blood on her face has been cleaned up, showing the pale color that a dead person would have, and the two empty black eye holes are more and more obvious.

Together with that big mouth, it seems to be telling his unwillingness.Her neck, too, was sunken to a horrific degree by the wheel.

Frightened, Flora screamed, "Mother!" at the top of her voice.

While packing up the jewelry that was going to be sold, Mrs. Morris stopped what she was doing and walked out of the bedroom.Seeing so many people standing at the door again, she panicked immediately.

His voice trembled, "What's going on!? Flora?"

"The coffin... Camille, Camille..." Flora pointed at the coffin behind her, speechless in fright.

Mrs. Morris came up to her.When she saw the person lying inside, her eyes instantly opened to the extreme, and a strange whimper suddenly came out of her throat.

She covered her mouth in disbelief, shaking her head frantically.

"God!" She was so sad that she almost fainted, but fortunately Flora caught her.

"What the hell is going on here!" She screamed hysterically, and the successive disasters made her nerves almost collapse.

"Ma'am, when Miss Camille was chasing a train at the station, she stumbled and fell off the track." The servant explained.

"Oh, God! My poor Camille, how could I take her away like this!" Mrs. Morris climbed to the side of the coffin, gently stroking her daughter's face which was getting cold and stiff.

Flora stared blankly at her mother, who seemed to be an aged teenage mother, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down her face unconsciously.

"What should I do, what should I do! Flora... I really have no way to live..." She lay beside the coffin, wailing loudly.

Their daily profligacy has caused them to lose most of their fiefs, but this afternoon, officials from the audit office suddenly came to summon their husbands and issued a notice ordering them to immediately pay back the money that was deducted from all the farmers, making them lose their last property .

What drove them to a dead end was that the court also issued a verdict in the evening, asking Baron Morris to take out the villa he was currently living in as a credit mortgage.

The family faces the dilemma of being on the streets tonight.

The Morris family could only take the dirty stagecoach, dragged Camille's coffin and the sick eldest son, and drove to the residential area.

Four people squeezed into the narrow compartment, with their knees tightly pressed against those opposite them.Joseph slumped to the side of the window, making a lot of farting noises as a result of being injected into the intestines with gas (a common treatment at the time) by the group of quacks.

Mrs. Morris cried harder, and she felt that life had become hopeless.

The family came to a residential area in the south, and the baron contacted the management committee of the district road. After a lot of effort, he found a place to stay in the middle of the night.

Aunt Burton in the attic breathed a sigh of relief on the glass, wiped it again with her shiny sleeve, turned her head and asked:

"Burton, have you heard that the stinky widow actually moved out secretly? There are new neighbors in the building opposite?" She looked at the group of strange visitors downstairs strangely.

Because they look rich.

How could such a person move here?

"Hey, that's okay, that damned woman on the opposite floor won't bother me after all." She muttered softly.

Flora glanced at the attic window, and the aunt drew the curtains quickly.

*

Oscar tidied up for a while, but in fact he only took a coat.

He already had nothing.

Louis was waiting for him in the living room.The only thing that caught his attention was a large, well-packed box at his feet.

Oscar heard from him that it contained work documents and daily necessities.

The young man walked up to the gentleman, "I'm going back to my aunt's now, Louis."

The gentleman pursed his lower lip.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality. I have never lived in such a nice house. Uh... When are you going back to Sheffield? Please tell me, be specific."

Louis glanced at the other party lightly, but did not answer.

He had never shown such an indifferent expression towards Oscar. Oscar was a little unhappy when he was a tall gentleman, and tried his best to coax him:

"Smile, why do you get angry like this, I will contact you again, don't worry."

"If you want to go back someday, you must tell me in advance." The young man smiled and walked over to give him a hug.

"Of course, if you are free tomorrow, you can also come to me. I will accompany you at any time."

It's time to stop this ambiguous relationship.

Otherwise, you will definitely fall into it.

The arms that were rarely so proactive in embracing him quickly let go.

The blond young man turned around and unbuttoned his nightgown, ready to change into clothes for going out. He lowered his head, revealing his snow-white nape.

"Come with me to Sheffield," said Louis, his eyes as dark as the night outside the window.

This is his last chance for Oscar.

"But as I said, I want to go back to Ireland." Oscar answered without turning his head as he unbuttoned his button.

"You can't leave me."

"Why do you ask me that?" He asked back.

Gentleman was thoroughly irritated by the idea of ​​his insisting on leaving.

The uncontrollable personal will devours all sanity like a shark.

He would not allow Oscar to resist him like this.

I won't let him take a step away from me!

Louis tightened his lips, and there were faint veins on his forehead, and he could see the great anger in his heart.Surrounded by a cold temperament, he looks like a completely different person.

"impossible."

The young man turned around.

He found that there was a cold muzzle pointed at him.

All the thoughts froze into ice in an instant, and I couldn't say a word.

Louis didn't hesitate to threaten him in such a way?

What awaited him ahead was something even more unexpected and terrifying.

His unbuttoned hand froze, revealing the white and firm chest inside.

Oscar looked at Louis stiffly, and found that there were no documents in the box——

It's handcuffs and shocking chains that I got from nowhere!

On the day he first moved in, Louis had prepared these things! ?

Louis has long wanted to do this?

Fear crawled up his heart like insects and ants, and Oscar felt as if he had completely fallen into a pitch-black abyss.

He was still standing barefoot on the floor, completely cold.

Louis approached oppressively, and Oscar couldn't help but backed away.He stepped on the stairs behind him, and ran up the stairs frantically, trying to escape this terrifying man.

Because Louis has lost his mind.

The back of the nightgown was blown back, leaving only the afterimage of the snow-white calf.The wildly fluttering backswing was like violently undulating waves in the strait.

But it couldn't resist the turbulent waves in his heart.

When reaching the last step, Oscar's knee fell heavily on the ground, and his body also fell to the side.

Most of the scabs on his back were torn apart in an instant, and a large amount of warm and moist liquid flowed out.

He staggered and stood up, ran into the study, and locked the door from the inside.

The young man leaned against the door, held his hand tremblingly, and quickly thought about how to leave.

The second floor here is not too high, the young man gritted his teeth and slowly climbed down from the bare tree trunk behind the window.His heart was pounding like a drum beating violently in an African tribal war.

After falling to the ground, Oscar stood barefoot in the snow.

But in an instant, the whole body was soaked in cold sweat——

Mr. Lewis was just ahead, watching him.

Those eyes were full of terror that was completely different from before, and the hand with bulging veins raised the silver handcuffs and hooked them on the index finger and middle finger.

It swayed slightly in front of him.

that look,

The sinisterness that cannot be ignored.

It was the feeling he had when Oscar saw him for the first time, which made Oscar almost instantly recall the ghostly sculpture in the National Gallery of Art in his mind.

The days are too long, and the memory is easily blurred.

But Oscar clearly remembered that night——

Louis is just as eccentric and bleak as he is now!

The black leather shoes stepped slowly on the snow step by step, and the gentleman looked at him coldly like a poisonous snake.

A tall man in black clothes stood there, with half of his face exposed to the dim light, reflecting the sporadic snow scattered on his black windbreaker and shoulders against the background of the white sky and earth.

Black and white match, especially weird.

He moved over almost instantly, and precisely hit Oscar on the back of the neck.

As a result, the black pupils in the blue eyes instantly enlarged, and the vision gradually blurred under the shadow of the mottled street lights.

The confrontation of the body, the entanglement of the mind, and the trembling of the soul gradually evolved into a game of domination and submission.

The gentleman picked him up skillfully and went back to the bedroom on the second floor, leaving a row of snow-stained footprints on the stairs.

He forcibly snapped Oscar's chin over, filling the other's blue eyes with his shadow, but his cold fingers kept touching Oscar's face.

His eyebrows were raised high, and he frowned, kissing the split flesh on Oscar's back.

So much so that the handsome thin lips and chin were covered with blood, showing a sense of coquettishness at this moment.

Those big hands pushed open the sleeves of the loose nightgown and rolled them up the other's arm.

Click it.

The silver handcuffs were firmly locked on the wrist.

The author has something to say: Thank you for feeding the little angel's nutrient solution

Thanks to the demon mines in the capital (>^ω^<)

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