Some things are difficult to stop once they start, such as domestic violence or...abuse.
After "Xiao Fangcheng" threw that punch just now, he did not stop because he felt relieved. Instead, he hit the person in front of him with even more force.
Fang Cheng felt like there was not a single piece of healthy skin left on his body. His entire body was burning with pain. His face, which had once been smug and confident of victory, was now filled with endless pain.
"Xiao Fangcheng" habitually threw a punch, then stopped to observe the opponent's expression. After seeing his painful look, he continued to throw the next punch.
Fang Cheng curled up on the ground with his hands covering his head, his whole body in a defensive posture. He didn't know when the pain would come, and he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.
This kind of abuse is simply insane. The funny thing is that he doesn't even have the ability to resist. What's even more ridiculous is... this is what he did in the past, and this is the pain he inflicted on others.
This feeling of pain and fear made him feel as if he was back in his childhood, and he couldn't help but tremble.
He regretted it, he really knew he regretted it!
He kept shouting in his heart, but it was too late. No one could hear his voice of regret, and no one came to stop this absurd plot.
"Xiao Fangcheng"'s unilateral beating and abuse lasted for at least ten minutes before he stopped in boredom.
He looked at the dying person on the ground and couldn't help but let out a "tsk" sound, then sat back in his chair and silently lit a cigarette.
Fang Cheng lay motionless on the ground, because if he moved even a little, the excruciating pain would come to him.
Gradually, his consciousness became somewhat blurred. He no longer wanted to struggle. He gave up on himself and thought to himself, "Maybe I should just die like this! Death will be painful, and death will bring complete relief!" But things did not go as he wished!
"Xiao Fangcheng" closed its eyes and exhaled clouds, with a happy expression like a god on its face, full of "enjoyment and satisfaction".
But this silence only lasted for a moment. He suddenly opened his eyes as if he had thought of a brilliant idea, and squinted his eyes strangely at the person lying next to him.
He held a cigarette tightly between his fingers, then slowly sat up from the chair, walked to the side of "Qiao Tianrui", then slowly squatted down and gently pulled open his clothes.
There were scarlet bloodshot eyes in "Xiao Fangcheng", and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up into an excited and crazy smile. He changed the cigarette to hold it with his thumb and index finger, and then slowly moved it closer to "Qiao Tianrui's" fair skin.
Fang Cheng was still immersed in his own world while sleeping, completely unaware that danger had arrived.
When the cigarette was still a little distance away from his skin, "Xiao Fangcheng" completely suppressed the smile on his face, and his brows were suddenly filled with gloom.
He mercilessly pressed the scalding cigarette hard against "Qiao Tianrui's" back, instantly burning a blood-red hole in the fair skin.
The piercing pain quickly spread, and soon Fang Cheng opened his eyes gasping for breath. This time he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, and there was only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
When "Xiao Fangcheng" saw how painful he was, he felt no pity in his heart. Instead, his sadistic desire urged him to continue. He grinned and then increased the strength in his hands.
"Ah!" Fang Cheng finally shouted this time.
Although the wound was not large, it felt like tens of thousands of insects were gnawing at it, causing him to suffer excruciating pain. He was grimacing and even his facial features were dislocated.
He gasped for breath, as if he couldn't bear the pain, and collapsed and shouted: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Please let me go!"
In a trance, he suddenly remembered... Qiao Tianrui seemed to have begged him in the same way at the beginning. What did he do then?
"Xiao Fangcheng" inserted his hands into his black hair, then grabbed his hair and pulled it up, laughing crazily and saying, "Let you go? Why should I let you go?"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly let go of his hand and threw his head back to the ground. He then slowly stood up and said condescendingly, "I want to make you suffer! You must suffer more than me! This is the fate of those who resist me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he began to take off his clothes.
After hearing these familiar words, the only remaining string in Fang Cheng's brain suddenly broke, and he finally couldn't help sobbing and crying out loudly, as loud as he could.
As the saying goes, "Men don't shed tears easily", but he finally understood now that it was just not painful enough!
He coughed violently a few times while crying, and then shouted without hesitation: "I regret it! I really regret it! God, please let me go!"
But there is no medicine for regret in life, and what has been done cannot be changed. "Xiao Fangcheng" turned a deaf ear to his words, and just silently continued his actions with a ferocious smile on his face, trampling on all his dignity and insulting him severely.
At this moment, Wen Wan, who was watching the show in the normal world, suddenly waved her hand at the light curtain to close it.
Qiao Tianrui stared blankly ahead, then suddenly sneered and said through gritted teeth, "Regret? He even knows regret? As expected... some people don't feel pain unless it hurts themselves."
Wen Wan turned her head and looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and said unhappily, "There's no medicine for regret in the world. What's the point of regretting it now? No matter how much he regrets it now, or whether he will atone for it in the future, the damage to you has already been done, and nothing can be changed."
Qiao Tianrui's expression was a little subtle. He hesitated and asked, "Do you think... he is truly repentant?"
"Sincerely?" Wen Wan repeated with a sneer, but did not answer directly. Instead, she asked, "How sincere do you think he is?"
Qiao Tianrui did not answer, but just lowered his head silently.
Wen Wan sighed silently upon seeing this, and then replied, "'Mind your own business' is the true meaning of people like him at all times."
"When he hurt you, didn't he know how much pain you were in?" She asked seriously, then answered herself: "No! He has always known!"
"As for why he feels comfortable hurting you all even though he knows how painful it is, it's just like what you just said, because he doesn't feel the pain himself."
"The regret he has now is not because he regrets hurting you, but because he hurt you, which has caused him to be hurt now. He is in great pain, so he regrets it."
"If I wake him up now and tell him it was just a dream, his regrets will instantly disappear without a trace!"
Wen Wan couldn't help but sneer as she spoke. This Fang Cheng was indeed a coward. How could he not bear it after such a short time?
Then later...won't he go crazy?
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