Chapter 82 Rust and Moonlight
In Myanmar at night, even the wind smells of blood.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but when Savika kicked open the door of the wooden house again, Su Lixia was huddled in the corner. There were still water droplets on the ends of her hair, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to the side of her neck, leaving a small water stain.
The white shirt that belonged to him was slightly soaked with water vapor, and the wide collar hung loosely, revealing half of his shoulder. His skin had a lustrous luster after washing, and was dazzlingly white in the moonlight.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of soapberries, mixed with the fishy smell coming from outside, entangled in the cramped wooden house.
"Come here." He stood at the door, his military boots still stained with blood.
Su Lixia didn't move, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her shirt. Savika narrowed her eyes, and her emerald ring tapped three times against the doorframe.
The next second, he strode forward, grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the wall. The splinters of the wooden wall pierced into her palm, and the tiny sting made her wince.
"I asked you to come here." His breath was on her ear, carrying the smell of gunpowder and rust. "Don't you understand?"
Su Lixia's struggle was like a joke in the face of absolute strength. The more she twisted, the tighter her wrist was gripped, and her bones were almost crushed.
Savika pulled off his tie with one hand and tied her wrists, and with the other hand, he pinched her chin, forcing her to look at the Dharma knife on the table. On the sharp tip of the knife, there was a small piece of dark red flesh, which was still trembling slightly.
"Do you know what this is?" He spoke softly, as if coaxing a child, his fingertips gently stroking her trembling lips. "It's the tongue of the prisoner who tried to escape just now."
Su Lixia's blood seemed to freeze instantly, then flowed back like crazy the next second. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she stared at him stubbornly, "...pervert."
Savika suddenly laughed, and the laughter echoed in the small space with a kind of creepy joy.
He leaned close to her neck and took a deep breath, like a beast confirming the scent of its prey: "Good scolding."
The cool emerald ring slid slowly down her collarbone, leaving a light red mark on her delicate skin, like a mark on a toy.
"Keep on cursing. I like to hear it."
Su Lixia bit her lip, the taste of blood filling her mouth. Savika pinched her waist, pinning her down, the belt of her uniform hurting her, and the shoulder straps scratched her collarbone, leaving red marks.
"Cry if it hurts." He bit her earlobe and whispered, his voice too hoarse to be that of an eighteen-year-old boy, "I allow you to cry."
Su Lixia turned away, the moonlight shining on her tear-stained face. Savika suddenly turned her face away in anger, and the emerald ring left a dent on her cheek.
"Look at me!" He panted heavily, with a strong possessiveness, "Remember who is fucking you!"
The camp bed made a sound of being unable to bear the weight as it shook violently.
As daylight dawned, Savika sat by the bed, polishing his dharmakaya. His bare upper body formed a clear outline in the gray morning light. His toned abdominal muscles rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and a series of scars and bullet holes of varying depths crisscrossed his skin, adding a touch of wildness to his texture.
Su Lixia curled up in the corner of the bed, covered with his military jacket. The exposed skin was covered with pinch marks and kiss marks. Every inch of her bones ached, and her legs were burning, as if they had been split open by someone.
"Come with me to the camp today." He said without turning his head, the blade reflecting her red and swollen eyes, "Dare to run——"
The tip of the knife suddenly pierced the bed board, just an inch away from her toes, and the splinter flew up and grazed her ankle.
"I will nail you to the Naga's altar and let everyone watch you die."
The adjutant had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When he saw Savika push the door open, he immediately handed over the encrypted communicator: "Sir, Mr. Mo is looking for you."
Savika took the communicator and took one last glance at the closed door.
"Keep an eye on her," he ordered the two soldiers guarding the door, his tone devoid of emotion. "If even one of her hairs is missing, you'll be feeding the crocodiles to those Naga bastards."
As he turned around, the emerald ring glared brightly in the morning light. In the room, Su Lixia buried her face in her military jacket, which still lingered with his scent, and cried silently.
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