Chapter 75 End of Chapter 75
The blindfold on He Songfeng's face was taken off.
He clearly saw how Dou Mingxu in front of him reached into his pocket, from left to right, and then into his handbag.
Finally, Dou Mingxu found what he wanted.
A document bag containing a visa and passport, as well as some important documents such as bank cards, ID cards, and a ring box.
He Songfeng's hands were not trapped, and his legs were not bound.
But he was not free. He could only fall backwards like a bird with its wings cut off, watching himself getting further and further away from freedom and the sky.
Dou Mingxu put away the file bag and glanced at He Songfeng, who was lying on his back in the back seat of the car, with a harmless smile:
"You taught me that."
He Songfeng's throat tightened and he couldn't speak.
Dou Mingxu picked up He Songfeng, held him firmly in his arms like a child, and led him towards "home".
He Songfeng's eyes moved dully and slowly, and he could barely get a general idea of the scene nearby.
Dou Mingxu took him to a villa nestled in the woods. It wasn't even big enough to be called a manor, but it was more than enough to hold him captive.
Looking forward to the end of the sight, there is nothing, and looking to the side, there is only lush greenery.
He Songfeng was indeed escorted by Dou Mingxu to a small cabin in the forest, a deserted place.
In the blink of an eye, He Songfeng was put into a small room in the attic.
The space seemed crowded even for He Songfeng, and when Dou Mingxu squeezed in, even the oxygen began to become thin.
Perhaps because the room was too cramped, Dou Mingxu left after not staying for long, and even locked the door.
There was nothing in the attic except a mattress.
He Songfeng lay on the mattress and spent his first night in prison.
There were no windows in the attic, and not even a ray of light could get in through the gaps between the walls and the ceiling.
He Songfeng couldn't tell the difference between day and night. He lay motionless on the mattress, feeling the darkness and loneliness.
After an unknown amount of time, an extremely terrifying idea emerged in He Songfeng's mind.
That is - anyone is fine, just stay with me.
He Songfeng was so shocked that he sat up from the mattress, clenched his palms into fists, pressed down with his fingertips, and pinched the palms of his hands into uneven wounds.
I don’t know how long it took, but He Songfeng moved his hands and feet, dragging the chain with a clanging sound.
Gradually, he felt the effect of the medicine wear off, so he stood up shakily, holding on to the wall, and began to measure and explore this strange, dark world with his hands and feet.
It was at this time that the attic door opened.
He Songfeng was blinded by the sudden brightness and couldn't open his eyes. He subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes while backing away until he was in a corner where he had nowhere to go.
At the same time, the ground made a clanging sound as if the iron chain was pulled too much, and the weight fell from He Songfeng's ankles.
After the chains finally quieted down, other even more terrifying noises were heard.
The footsteps hit the ground heavily, making a torture sound like hammers hitting bones.
A hand fell on He Songfeng's neck, went around and pinched the back of his neck, as if pinching a kitten or a puppy.
He Songfeng's reaction was the same as that of a kitten or puppy. His body quickly tensed up, and his eyes stared blankly at a certain place with fear.
A strong feeling of weightlessness quickly came over him, and He Songfeng was picked up by Dou Mingxu again.
The iron chain on the ankle slammed to the ground, coiled into a snake-like shape, and stared at the handsome man in mid-air.
He Songfeng had been alone in the darkness for too long. Even though his palms were creased with crescents from his own pinching as a warning, he still subconsciously put his arms around the shoulders of the man in front of him, greedily absorbing heat from his hot body.
Coming down from the attic is the living room on the second floor.
The bathtub was already filled with hot water, and He Songfeng was placed steadily in it. The hot water covered his entire body like heavy slime, leaving only his head floating on the water, with a pair of confused eyes, looking at Dou Mingxu vigilantly.
Dou Mingxu did not make things difficult for him, but instead took care of him in every detail.
Washing, combing and blow-drying hair, He Songfeng's long hair down to the waist lay obediently in Dou Mingxu's hands, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
He Songfeng said, "I'm hungry."
Dou Mingxu turned off the hair dryer. "What did you say?"
"I said I was hungry." He Songfeng said again.
"good."
Dou Mingxu put down the hair dryer. He didn't make things difficult for He Songfeng. Instead, he said considerately, "I'll go downstairs and heat up the food for you."
He Songfeng held his hair in his hands and murmured, "...Thank you."
The bathroom door opened and closed, and He Songfeng did not hear the sound of it being locked.
Every second of hesitation would be a violation of He Songfeng's freedom. He Songfeng walked quietly to the bathroom door, his hand on the door handle.
After hesitating for half a second, he withdrew his attention as if he had been electrocuted. He knelt silently on the ground, then crawled down, pressed his body forward and downward, and peeked out through the narrow crack in the bathroom door.
? !
He Songfeng's pupils suddenly shook and his heart began to beat wildly.
Fortunately, he did not push the door open and walk out directly, because Dou Mingxu did not leave after he went out, but stood there for a long time like a statue.
Dou Mingxu is waiting.
As time passed, the owner of the shoes outside the door seemed to realize something.
He took a step back, creating some space for himself, then he knelt on his knees while lowering his upper body forward, lowering his neck and head until his eyes were pressed against the crack in the door.
Dou Mingxu looked into the bathroom.
The handsome man in the bathtub sat in front of the sink, holding his hair and combing it mechanically.
His posture was exactly the same as before Dou Mingxu left, as if he had lost his soul, with a dull expression.
Click.
The bathroom door was locked.
He Songfeng finally let go of the heart that had been in his throat.
He didn't dare to think about what would have happened if he had rushed out just now. He didn't dare to think about what would have happened if Dou Mingxu had not been standing outside, but was lying in the crack of the door, waiting for him to look out through the crack.
He Songfeng clenched his hair into balls in his hands. His back was covered with cold sweat. The chill spread from his bones, making them tremble and his skin covered with goose bumps.
Not long after, Dou Mingxu took He Songfeng downstairs to eat.
From the third floor to the second floor, and finally to the first floor, He Songfeng quickly figured out the structure of the entire house.
The villa is not big. The first floor is the daily activity area, the second floor is the rest area, and the third floor is the miscellaneous area, as well as the prison where He Songfeng is imprisoned.
But how to escape from here is a problem.
"eat."
Dou Mingxu took the spoon and put it to He Songfeng's mouth.
"What do I have to do to make you let me go?" He Songfeng turned his head.
Dou Mingxu grabbed He Songfeng's chin and forced it straight, "I won't let you go."
He Songfeng's ears buzzed violently, and without thinking, he snatched the yogurt bowl in front of him and poured all the milk and cereal in it on Dou Mingxu's head like slop. Finally, he threw the bowl, pinched the last porcelain piece, and pointed it at Dou Mingxu's neck.
He threatened: "You can't do this to me!"
This is the simplest and most direct way He Songfeng can think of to achieve freedom.
Dou Mingxu grabbed He Songfeng's hand, wrapped the sharp porcelain shard in his palm, and brought it to his face, pressing it against his face: "This will be your home from now on. Where else can you go?"
He Songfeng snarled word by word, "This is not my home!"
Dou Mingxu snatched the porcelain piece from He Songfeng's hand, and both of their hands were cut by the porcelain piece, with blood all over their bodies.
The palms were stacked together, the blood mixed together, the thick blood filled the palm lines and dripped down along the fingertips.
He Songfeng was forced to hold hands with Dou Mingxu.
The blood finally escaped to the fingertips, but was forcibly pulled back and the same path was walked again.
Dou Mingxu's emotions became unusually stable, which was probably the confidence brought by absolute control.
He no longer needed to beg He Songfeng for his fraternity in a humble manner, nor did he need to kneel down hysterically and beg them to go back to the way they were before. All that was not necessary.
Dou Mingxu has found his happiest ending.
It doesn’t matter whether they love or not, and it doesn’t matter whether it is their home or not. What matters is that He Songfeng will be imprisoned by their side forever.
That's enough.
"I won't let you go." Between "let go" and "let go", Dou Mingxu chose to use the word "let go".
Although he appeared to be indifferent on the surface, there was still a thorn in his heart.
"You provoked me first."
Dou Mingxu accused, the white milk dripping down his scalp like white blood rolling down his head.
"You lied to me."
Dou Mingxu told the story that had been bothering him: "You rejected my proposal, but accepted someone else's ring box."
His voice was like the sound of typing on a keyboard, crisp and clear, typing out a crisp word:
"You said it was my turn tomorrow, but you didn't plan to have a tomorrow with me. Or rather, everything you showed me when we were together was fake without exception. Everything you said to me, except for the one time you said you disgusted me, was a lie. You're not my type. I hate clever, cunning girls like you. I hate you. I've never liked you, you liar."
Having said that, Dou Mingxu's emotions remained calm, and there was no fluctuation in his voice. He just talked about the things that were bothering him, but he would no longer let these things affect his emotions.
Dou Mingxu's hand was pressed tightly against He Songfeng's palm, and the two people's clasped hands were almost embedded in each other's bodies.
"Then let me go." He Songfeng's voice trembled, and he was not as calm as he appeared.
Dou Mingxu talked to himself, completely immersed in his own world, immersed in his one-sided love and hatred for He Songfeng.
"But it doesn't matter, because you already belong to me completely. You can't go anywhere else except by my side."
He Songfeng's patience had reached its limit. Without thinking, he rushed forward, grabbed Dou Mingxu's hair, and pushed him against the wall.
Immediately afterwards, He Songfeng's fists hit Dou Mingxu's face like raindrops.
He Songfeng didn't know what to say. He could only rely on swinging his fists and cursing the other party as a lunatic to vent his anger that had nowhere to go.
He was almost there, almost back home, and he would have a new life.
But all of this was ruined by Dou Mingxu, all of it!!!
At this time, he could have been a more open and bright self!
But now he is just a cat or dog kept in a cage by an arrogant madman!
"I don't want to... I don't want to be trapped here with you!"
He Songfeng burst into tears, and his tears and fists hit Dou Mingxu's eyes.
But unfortunately, Dou Mingxu only felt excitement.
"You're crying for me."
This is Dou Mingxu’s opinion on He Songfeng’s tears.
He Songfeng's tears also stopped at this moment.
"madman!"
He Songfeng pointed at Dou Mingxu's nose and scolded him.
Dou Mingxu kissed the finger that He Songfeng pointed at him and cursed him affectionately: "Cousin."
All of He Songfeng's emotions were like a punch thrown into a non-Newtonian fluid. When he punched in, he couldn't find a place to land. But when he wanted to retract his fist, the liquid suddenly turned into disgusting turbid mud, trapping his hand firmly in the filth.
He Songfeng's pants fell down and settled around his ankles.
He Songfeng's body was placed on the table, like a dish, fresh and shiny out of the pot, with a fragrant aroma, waiting for diners to enjoy it steaming hot.
"Well……!"
He Songfeng frowned, his lower abdomen tensed up as well, his hands and feet subconsciously pushed back, he wanted to escape, his shoulder blades stretched out like a butterfly flapping its fragile wings.
It was useless. The wings broke into pieces as soon as they were torn, leaving only a wriggling body.
Dou Mingxu could pinch his two ankles together with one hand, and then push them upwards towards He Songfeng.
The tendons in his thighs were pulled straight, and the cramping pain caused his muscles to spasm. He Songfeng's body was shaking like a sieve. He looked at the ceiling above his head, and the patterns on the ceiling were like the scenery outside the car window, flashing repeatedly, flying from above to below, and then flying again in the next shaking.
So He Songfeng turned his head and finally found a quiet place, which was the white floor tiles on the left.
Looking at it was like looking at a blank notebook with no words written on it. The notebook began to become densely packed with words, filled with He Songfeng's reluctance.
He had been escaping for less than two minutes when Dou Mingxu forcibly straightened his head.
The two men were facing each other, and Dou Mingxu's sweat dripped down from above, hitting He Songfeng's cheeks and rolling into his ears.
He Songfeng's eardrums were swollen and his nose felt sore.
He raised his hand to push Dou Mingxu away, but what awaited him was Dou Mingxu leaning over and kissing him.
The man in front of him was like a huge mountain, so heavy that he almost crushed him to death. He couldn't breathe, his chest was congested, his pale face turned purple, and his hands were supporting Dou Mingxu's chest, pushing up helplessly.
However, what was left for He Songfeng was the curses he had been holding back on his lips, which were taken by the other party as part of sexual interest and stirred into a bunch of meaningless gasps.
"Don't do that."
"Please don't do this to me."
"Let me go, I didn't do this willingly."
All these words turned into gasps that were both reluctant and willing, and every breath was He Songfeng's strongest resistance.
It's too ridiculous and playful, and too desperate.
No one responded to He Songfeng's rejection.
The bright light above his head once again became the eighteen-year-old star, hanging high in the sky, staring at his helplessness with indifference.
Finally, He Songfeng got a chance to breathe. He no longer refused, but expressed his hatred.
"I hate you!"
He Songfeng began to cover his face helplessly, but tears would never flow out. His eyes were blinded, leaving only a vague confusion, like an old TV making a dangerous sound, and a messy snow screen began to fill He Songfeng's world.
The people and things in front of me became blurry.
His consciousness also began to fade.
But he did not faint or lose consciousness.
He clearly felt all the humiliation that happened to him, but he was powerless, or perhaps out of self-protection, he chose to escape.
This is what he does best, shutting himself off.
"I hate you."
Dou Mingxu's sweat dripped again, and his joy constituted He Songfeng's despair.
He laughed and cheered: "Hate me! There's no chance for us anyway!"
Perhaps just saying one sentence wasn't enough, so he kissed He Songfeng, and then he let out a satisfying growl: "Hate me! I've done everything I could, and you'll never leave me in this life."
“…………”
A slap landed on Dou Mingxu's face.
The hot palm print added fuel to the fire, and Dou Mingxu's chest heaved violently like a blazing firework.
He Songfeng looked at him expressionlessly, without any reaction.
There was no agreement with a smile, nor was there any angry resistance. He just watched and endured it.
Dou Mingxu's voice was revived by the slap. He once again said firmly and affirmatively: "You deserve this."
The two people's noses were touching, and hatred flowed back and forth in the narrow distance between their eyes, and neither of them let the other go.
"You were the one who provoked me. You taught me to do this. You made me like this."
He Songfeng could no longer make a sound. He silently watched and embraced the blazing fire in front of him.
Dou Mingxu was very satisfied with He Songfeng's docility in the second half. He was like a lamb that would not bite. Even when lying on the guillotine, he would just open his black eyes and look at him in confusion.
It was unknown how long it had been, so long that He Songfeng felt a panic that he couldn't wake up. He broke out in a cold sweat and jumped violently on the bed like a live fish. After his whole body twitched violently, a sound of broken strings came from his head. He also bounced up like the string, and then fell heavily.
At the same time, the iron chain at the head of the bed was pulled, making a sound, and the sound of ding-dong-dong sounded frequently as a warning.
A pair of hands came over from beside, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and comforted him in a voice that made his bones tremble: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
He Songfeng looked at everything in front of him in confusion.
This is not the attic, but Dou Mingxu's master bedroom.
He Songfeng's fake obedience bought him some freedom, and he can now move freely in the villa.
He Songfeng spent a day quickly searching the villa from top to bottom. Finally, he found a perfect escape route. There was a small terrace at the end of the second floor. It looked like it was used for sunbathing and had no windows.
Just wait for a perfect opportunity and flip down from the second floor. As long as you don't hit the ground headfirst, there won't be any big problems. Then go through the flowers, plants and shrubs in front of the yard and run along the stone road to the road.
He just had to wait for a vehicle to come, stop it, and then he could escape successfully.
He Songfeng's plan was flawless.
He returned to the villa, as if he had accepted his fate, sat down to eat, take a shower and then go to bed.
Dou Mingxu was the one talking non-stop between the two of them.
"Have you ever thought about getting married?"
"It doesn't matter if you haven't thought about it. I'm just telling you in advance that I plan to make this preparation. You just need to stand there when the time comes."
Dou Mingxu prepared a lot of women's dresses for He Songfeng to dress up beautifully. He would also come over and blow dry He Songfeng's hair after washing it, and not forget to braid He Songfeng's hair.
He Songfeng's hair was lifted high to Dou Mingxu's nose. He buried his head and kissed the cold and delicate hair like silk, deeply inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.
Eventually, the sniffing action will gradually drift towards He Songfeng's cheek, and then to his lips.
Pry it open, break it open, lick it, bite it, and make it restless.
…………
"How do you like the lunch?"
Dou Mingxu hugged He Songfeng from behind and admired the Barbie doll he had created in the mirror. "I specially asked the Chinese chef to make this, but you didn't eat much. Is it not to your liking?"
"You've lost a lot of weight. Look, when I put my hand around your wrist before, my thumb easily pressed over the first knuckle of my middle finger, but now there's one more knuckle."
As he spoke, Dou Mingxu put his hand around He Songfeng's wrist. He Songfeng had indeed become noticeably thinner, and his cheeks had become sunken.
"If you're unhappy, I can allow you to walk in the yard."
Dou Mingxu finally took a step back for He Songfeng.
He Songfeng shook his head gently, and finally, after being mute for three whole days, he uttered his first words: "No need."
"Still angry?"
He Songfeng's eyes drooped along with the corners of his mouth. There was nothing here worth making him happy.
"There's nothing wrong with you following me."
"What do you want? I can satisfy you."
He Songfeng raised his eyes and saw Dou Mingxu muttering to himself again in the mirror, and showed an expression of pity for him.
Dou Mingxu suddenly raised his hand and covered He Songfeng's face tightly, fearing that the words would come out of his throat.
"Shhh—I know what you want to say."
Dou Mingxu was suspicious. "You can't say it. If you do, everyone will be unhappy."
Dou Mingxu was relieved to see that He Songfeng had no intention of resisting, so he let go. "So, what do you want?"
He Songfeng turned around and faced Dou Mingxu, staring into his eyes. He raised his hands and cupped them on both sides of Dou Mingxu's cheeks. He said:
"I want you to love me."
After that, He Songfeng asked again: "Do you know what love is?"
"Don't hate me anymore?"
"hatred."
"Then do you know what you just said?"
He Songfeng took a step forward and said helplessly, "Just consider it as me accepting my fate." He curled up in Dou Mingxu's arms.
He Songfeng's freedom took another step forward.
He was allowed to go out into the yard.
At the same time, Dou Mingxu no longer locked him up with a chain when he slept at night.
Half a month later, on a night, He Songfeng looked at the sleeping face of the man beside him in the faint moonlight outside the window.
He pushed lightly, but the man didn't respond.
"Mr. Lambert?"
He Songfeng called his name.
The man frowned briefly, but quickly returned to normal.
He Songfeng got out of bed without thinking, and tiptoed out towards the bed, every breath filled with anxiety.
Finally, he successfully walked out of the door, while Dou Mingxu was still sleeping unaware in the gray moonlight, with nothing in his arms.
As soon as he went out, He Songfeng went straight to the freedom he had been thinking about day and night.
He rushed to the terrace on the second floor. The moonlight was not bright and the surroundings were gloomy. No one knew what the situation was like downstairs on the second floor.
All I know is that there is grass under the terrace, but I don’t know if there is anything hidden in this half-human-high grass.
However, there was no time for He Songfeng to think about these questions.
Every minute and every second, Dou Mingxu might wake up and catch up.
He Songfeng climbed over the fence and jumped down.
——? !!
There are stones!
At some point, the grass beside the fence was covered with dense, rough stones.
These stones scraped off a thick layer of skin on his legs. At the same time, because He Songfeng fell to the ground with his legs first, he immediately felt different degrees of tingling, as if his bones were broken.
But! The two legs were just painful, not cut off.
He Songfeng gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and ran towards the direction he had determined for half a month.
If he looked back at this moment——
In fact, he couldn't see it, because the moonlight tonight was very limited. Even if he turned around, he couldn't see the evil spirit who was leaning half of his body out from the second-floor terrace, smiling and admiring the stage play he was directing.
The grass and trees beside him entangled him like thorns, scratching his legs, which had already been scraped off, causing even more serious injuries. It was like being roasted on a fire, and the burning pain penetrated into his bones and also into his heart.
However, He Songfeng was about to run away.
A villa is not a manor. The front yard of a villa does not have a fence or a locked gate like a manor. As long as you keep running forward, you will definitely reach the side of the road.
He Songfeng gritted his teeth and finally reached the road.
The adrenaline that had supported him all the way began to decline rapidly. He Songfeng began to feel the pain of dying, and his legs could no longer support him standing. He was like a person jumping off a building, watching himself fall to the ground and feeling his life slipping away bit by bit.
His body was like a rabbit that had been hit by a car, hunched over on the side of the road, watching the vehicles on the side of the road flash their headlights and fly past him indifferently.
He yelled, "HELP! HELP ME!"
He stretched out his hand, making a feeble attempt to ask for help.
Finally—a dazzling white light stopped in front of him. Someone saw his cry for help and approached him.
“HELP!”
He Songfeng shouted at the people getting off the car.
When the man saw him, he looked him over and exclaimed, "Pitiful."
Because the owner of the car was facing away from the headlights, He Songfeng couldn't see the man's appearance clearly through the glaring high beams.
He just felt familiar, so tall, so wide.
It was like a mountain that was about to crush him to death.
But there is no other way right now.
He could only gamble on the slim chance of survival.
"Help me, please."
He Songfeng took the initiative to open his arms to the man.
The man picked him up and stroked his sweat-soaked hair, comforting him in a voice so low it made his chest suffocate: "Don't worry. I will take care of you."
He Songfeng was put into the back seat, stuffed in like a piece of cargo.
Then the car's engine started, the wheels hummed, and it set off again.
He Songfeng felt something was wrong.
The sound of the engine is so familiar, and the wrapping feeling of the back seat is so familiar too.
He struggled to support himself on the edge of the chair with his two thin hands as thin as sugarcane, and managed to sit up with his fragile body.
His eyes passed between the driver's seat and the front passenger seat, raised up, and saw the rearview mirror in the center of the center console.
He saw it, saw it clearly and carefully.
In the rearview mirror, he saw a creepy face, and the other person was looking at him through the mirror.
The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a chilling smile.
The man was none other than Dou Mingxu.
"Go home, Angel."
Dou Mingxu's voice was muffled.
He Songfeng could no longer see himself in the rearview mirror. He only saw a poor man who was so helpless that he was about to faint. He wanted to go forward and comfort him, but he was too far away from him, and he was too insignificant.
As their eyes met, He Songfeng didn't know how he got back to the villa. In a daze, he was already sitting on the sofa on the first floor of the villa, looking at his two legs in plaster, and heard the doctor say, "It's not a fracture, it's a bone crack and sprain. Just rest for a while and wait for it to heal naturally."
He Songfeng thought he would be locked up in the small dark room again, or chained and trapped in the corner, but no, Dou Mingxu even gave He Songfeng the same treatment as before he escaped.
It didn't take long for He Songfeng to understand why.
Because he had a lame leg, he would fall down after running a few steps and had to be carried back to the wheelchair.
"It's a nice day outside. I'll carry you out to the sun. You look so pale and miserable."
Dou Mingxu pushed the wheelchair and placed him in the yard in the sun.
Looking at the soft grass in front of him, he suddenly thought of something and said, "I'll get the picnic mat." Then he walked into the house.
He Songfeng was alone under the sun, the sun was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes. He looked down at the grass blankly, trying to find something in this annoying lush greenery.
As luck would have it, an unexpected guest came to visit at this time.
He Songfeng watched the familiar man walk towards him step by step, and finally stopped in front of him, looking at him curiously, as if he was admiring a rare object rather than a person.
He Songfeng's eyes raised and lowered, his hands resting on his knees, his fingers trembling as he moved them inward, lifting and lowering his trouser legs several times.
Should I ask him for help?
But... this is the only person who has visited here in all these days.
And this man has feelings for him, maybe he's willing to save him?
He Songfeng's tangled brows were twisted together. Conflicting voices went from his left ear to his right ear and back again, twisting his head into a messy paste that emitted a whistling sound.
"Where's Uncle Lambert? Isn't he here?"
The curious man spoke and began to look around the room.
He Songfeng didn't say anything. He hadn't spoken for a long time and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
"If he's not here, I'll come visit him another day. Remember to ask him to call me when he comes back."
Samuel leaned over and gave He Songfeng a polite kiss on the cheek.
Just when Samuel was about to leave, He Songfeng's arms grabbed his back. He Songfeng almost sat up from the wheelchair and held Samuel with difficulty, not allowing him to leave. At the same time, he squeezed out a difficult cry for help from his throat: "HELP!"
He pronounced the letters one by one, and the sound was as if it came out of a hydraulic press. It had accumulated huge energy, but it was only a thin bit.
At this time, heavy footsteps sounded from behind He Songfeng.
He Songfeng's body was tense like a stiff corpse.
Samuel looked up from his shoulder and shouted with a grin, "Uncle Lambert!"
Immediately, Samuel shouted out the truth without hiding anything:
"Thanks to me for informing you in time that he was going to escape. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have such a good life."
He Songfeng's bones were trembling.
He was a dead man, but was brought back to life by these words. Even escaping seemed like a luxury.
Just shouting out the four letters HELP exhausted all of He Songfeng's energy.
He couldn't shout anything anymore. He couldn't curse or hit anyone. He just sank helplessly.
If Samuel hadn't been holding him and blocking his way, he would have almost slipped out of the wheelchair and fallen into the mud pit, completely turning into a corpse buried in the mud.
"I want to stay. I promise not to touch him. I'm just curious."
No one noticed He Songfeng's pale grayish-blue complexion. They continued to torture He Songfeng like they were cutting a piece of sashimi, scaling him while he was still alive, tearing open the skin, washing away the blood, and cutting off the flesh one by one, the pain penetrating into the bones.
How cruel.
"Please, this way you can go to the company as usual during the day, and I'll stay. It's always more reassuring to have someone watching over you."
Samuel winked at Dou Mingxu, acting coquettishly and begging him, determined to stay and share He Songfeng's misery with Dou Mingxu.
After all, He Songfeng's current miserable situation was caused by Samuel. He had a part in this matter, so he must want to get a share of the results.
Dou Mingxu was persuaded by Samuel and nodded as a sign of consent.
But he placed his hand behind the wheelchair and moved it in front of him, preventing Samuel from touching He Songfeng any further.
He Songfeng's flabby body lost its support and he collapsed in the wheelchair, looking up at the endless sky.
The clouds are very thick today, and a vast expanse of white is pressing against the top of our heads, like a quilt that we can't escape from, covering our heads tightly and making it hard to breathe.
Samuel's arrival did not make He Songfeng feel much concern. Instead, because Dou Mingxu was worried that the two of them would have an affair while he was away, He Songfeng was locked in the attic to keep company with the darkness.
Samuel had the key to the attic and would bring him food or open the door every once in a while to check on him.
However, Samuel did not have the key to the chain on He Songfeng's feet, and He Songfeng was only allowed to come out of the attic in the evening when Dou Mingxu returned.
But Samuel was not a good boy. When Dou Mingxu left during the day, he opened the door of the small dark room and lay on He Songfeng's soft belly, complaining about Dou Mingxu's tyranny from time to time.
"Angel, this is so unfair. If I had known this, I would have imprisoned you myself."
Samuel raised his hand and stroked He Songfeng's cheek.
He Songfeng sat there like a soulless doll being manipulated.
His lower abdomen was filled with cotton, allowing the man to caress and knead it affectionately.
"Angel, what do you think? Do you think Lambert is annoying?" Here, Samuel called Dou Mingxu by his name without adding the honorific "uncle".
He Songfeng keenly sensed the rift between the uncle and nephew. He suddenly came alive, lowering his head and looking affectionately at Samuel who was lying in his arms.
Samuel got excited, caught He Songfeng's gaze, and asked excitedly: "Angel, tell me, who do you like more, me or Lambert?"
"you."
Samuel's face was filled with smiles, and he rubbed his head against He Songfeng's body like a furry dog, humming coquettishly: "Tell the truth, don't tease me."
He Songfeng answered again: "You."
The next day, the chain on He Songfeng's ankle was removed.
Samuel's fingers turned the key, raised his eyebrows and waited for He Songfeng to please him.
He Songfeng behaved as he wished, showing an expression of incredible surprise, stumbling into Samuel's arms and snuggling tightly.
"You are the only one who is willing to be nice to me." He Songfeng choked.
Dou Mingxu was not at home during the day, so the two of them snuggled in various corners of the room during the day.
It was another sunny day, and He Songfeng was pushed outside to bask in the sun. Foreigners always have a deep obsession with basking in the sun.
Samuel spread layers of thick picnic mats on the grass, and then he held He Songfeng on them.
He Songfeng quickly realized why foreigners were so enthusiastic about sunbathing. The sunlight at this moment was just right, not burning the eyes, nor making you sweat, but just warm enough.
The automatic watering device watering the ground nearby made a silver bell-like sound of water flowing, and created a natural sound of splashing in the soil.
The wind blew, and the soil was filled with the fragrance of grass, and a fresh and slightly astringent smell hit my nose.
He Songfeng didn't have a mobile phone to read, so Samuel gave him a book. He lay on the picnic mat and lowered his head to read the book on the picnic mat.
Samuel brought a chair and sat beside him to watch over him.
The water flow mixed with the wind, condensing a thin layer of water vapor on He Songfeng's body.
The water column hitting the soil splashed, making He Songfeng's collar wet. The water flowed down the collar, wetting the pure white collar on his chest, revealing the tender pink flesh underneath.
He Songfeng unbuttoned his wet collar. When he lay down, he looked through it, able to see his entire upper body. The round pink shoulders hidden in his sleeves were looming as his upper body moved as he turned the pages.
He Songfeng seemed to have made himself naked in an unconscious process, innocently seducing the onlookers on the side.
Does He Songfeng really not know?
No, he was well aware of his situation.
He raised his hand, motioning for Samuel to come over and pick him up.
The wet upper body naturally stuck to the other's chest, and the soft flesh that rose and fell with breathing was firmly stuck to Samuel under the effect of the wet water droplets.
Samuel couldn't help it, so he put his hand in through the collar and rubbed it hard.
He lowered his eyes and looked at He Songfeng, who looked as frightened as a lamb, with obsession. After pinching, he forgot to take his hand out, or he didn't intend to take his hand out at all. He pinched it again, and then rubbed it.
"You're seducing me."
Samuel blamed him aggrievedly.
Although he was talking, he didn't stop moving, squeezing the flesh on He Songfeng's upper body until it turned red and swollen as if it had been run over by something.
"I want you." He Songfeng raised his head and asked Samuel for a kiss.
Samuel kissed him with a desire that he had suppressed for several days. He sucked He Songfeng like a clam. In just a few minutes, He Songfeng's tongue was numb, and his mouth felt like chewing peppercorns, painful and numb.
He Songfeng endured it and let out smooth moans from his nose.
The nasal voice had a strong spring flavor, and was naturally painted with bright colors, which attracted Samuel so much that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
He Songfeng fell back onto the picnic mat and lay in the wet mist. He raised his eyes, which were also wet and filled with thick water vapor. He twisted his body in dissatisfaction, intending to let Samuel take their affair a step further.
At the moment when He Songfeng took the initiative to unbutton his shirt, Samuel suddenly woke up as if he had been hit.
He hurriedly buttoned up He Songfeng's clothes, and at the same time took a handful of water and wiped it on He Songfeng's face, wiping away the desire on his face, leaving only a look of confusion and doubt.
"No! Uncle Lambert will find out!" Samuel shouted in horror, as if he had seen a ghost, his hands shaking with nervousness.
He repeatedly touched his face with his wet hands, and a sense of fear came over him when he thought of what he had just done.
He Songfeng once again held Samuel's cheek and kissed him, "What if they found out?"
Samuel said without hesitation: "I can't! He will beat me to death!" At the same time, He Songfeng was pushed back onto the picnic mat and fell so hard that his throat was unable to make any sound.
He Songfeng paused for a moment before squeezing out a simple insult from his throat:
"waste."
Samuel said nothing, as if he accepted it.
Not long after, Dou Mingxu drove back.
As soon as Dou Mingxu walked across the picnic mat, He Songfeng opened his arms to him for a hug, then a kiss, and then -
Dou Mingxu continued to do what Samuel had not finished just now, and did what Samuel did not dare to do several times in a row.
He Songfeng's body gradually lost consciousness. The other party stepped on the accelerator like a car and ran over him with unprecedented ferocity.
He Songfeng beat Dou Mingxu with slaps and fists, and Dou Mingxu responded with even worse blows. The two men fought until their heads were bleeding, but their momentum became more and more fierce, and there was a stalemate that would not stop until one side died.
Samuel stood aside with his hands hanging down, witnessing the entire process of He Songfeng being humiliated.
He heard He Songfeng calling Dou Mingxu a lunatic, and he also heard Dou Mingxu calling He Songfeng a cousin.
The two of them stayed like this in a weird atmosphere, and kept going... until the sun completely disappeared from the horizon, and then, exhausted from all their physical strength, they chose to resort to cold violence against each other.
Samuel didn't get hard, he just felt hatred. He clenched his hanging hands into fists and stared at Dou Mingxu intently. There wasn't a single second when he didn't want to punch him.
But in the end, he still cowardly endured it.
What's even more pathetic is that Dou Mingxu put on his pants and left, leaving the disheveled He Songfeng on the picnic mat, stranded with the grass, mud and the cold, murky water.
He Songfeng's legs couldn't stand up. He was like a maggot, only able to wriggle around, helplessly trapped in the mud. This situation made him so humiliated that he couldn't raise his head or open his eyes.
And Samuel was left to deal with the tragedy.
Samuel knelt beside the picnic mat and stretched out his arms to support He Songfeng, but He Songfeng pushed his arms away, and then a sharp curse pierced his eardrums.
"Coward!"
Samuel looked down at He Songfeng with a cowardly look, "...I'm not a coward."
He Songfeng grabbed Samuel's collar. Despite his immense resentment, Dou Mingxu was watching from a distance. He could only whisper in a low, helpless, and even somewhat desperate voice:
"You just watched him humiliate me, and you just watched and did nothing."
He Songfeng's hands lost strength and fell back onto the picnic mat. The water droplets gathered in his eye sockets to form a pitiful pool of stagnant water.
"I'm not..."
Samuel picked the person up with a distressed look on his face, wiping the dirt off his face, looking as aggrieved as a child holding Abebe.
"If not, then do something."
"I want to, but I don't dare to go against my uncle."
"Coward."
"I'm not!"
As he spoke, Samuel kissed He Songfeng on the corner of his mouth, proving that he was not a complete coward who was afraid to go against Dou Mingxu.
Dou Mingxu watched from afar, glanced at the time, and thought he had given them enough tenderness, so he immediately ordered:
"Samuel, it's cold, take him in."
Dou Mingxu didn't even say "bring the baby in", but "collect", meaning collect clothes, collect toys, and put things in order.
One second he said he was not a coward, and the next second Samuel did as he was told.
"Yes, Uncle Lambert."
Samuel carried He Songfeng into the house and turned around to collect the picnic mat.
Because of the "captivity", there were no servants in the villa, so Samuel had to work as a servant.
When he finished putting away the picnic mat, the two people on the first floor had disappeared. He tiptoed to the second floor and heard a sound like a knife hitting animal flesh, a snapping sound, as if it was going to crack and shatter the bones.
What followed was He Songfeng's screaming and cursing, so hysterical that his throat was almost broken.
Soon, the cursing voice softened and turned into helpless crying for mercy, begging the other party to let him go.
The torturous sounds of slapping flesh did not stop, but intensified.
"You're playing pitiful again, imagining that Samuel will rebel against me for you."
"I didn't, I didn't..."
"I kept him, not for you to cheat on me."
"I didn't, I really didn't... Ah! Please don't do this to me, please."
"He won't. He's a coward. He's a fool. His family's wealth depends on me. He won't stand up to me for you. Forget it."
Samuel listened so intently that he didn't notice the passage of time and was completely stunned.
He wanted to do something for He Songfeng, but he didn't dare to do anything...
A naked figure flashed in front of him and crashed into his arms. The next second, Samuel's ears rang with He Songfeng's crying and his screams for mercy:
“Samuel…Samuel…help me! Aaaaaa——!”
Samuel just stood there and watched Dou Mingxu grab He Songfeng's hair and drag him back into the cage like a jumping fish.
After an unknown amount of time, Dou Mingxu came out of the room contentedly. Seeing Samuel still there, he patted his shoulder and praised him, "You are very sensible and understanding, but you can go back and rest first. I don't need you here. I will continue later."
Dou Mingxu's body was covered with handprints, bloody half-moons, and bite marks, but his face was radiant, and he was obviously very happy.
Samuel seemed a little confused. He didn't even dare to peek through the crack in the door to see He Songfeng's miserable condition.
He thought He Songfeng must be in a miserable state, and his body must be swollen and rotten.
He Songfeng was not actually miserable, Dou Mingxu was just trying too hard.
I didn't hit him or hurt him intentionally.
The worst that happened was that he was extremely jealous of He Songfeng for suddenly running out to ask Samuel for help, so he grabbed He Songfeng's hair and dragged him back to the room, and then he didn't punish him at all, but just used more force.
Dou Mingxu also made it very clear what He Songfeng was thinking, which was to lure the fool Samuel into taking the bait, making him feel pity and distress for He Songfeng, and then overthrow Dou Mingxu's rule for him.
the next day.
He Songfeng looked at Samuel who was walking out of the small dark room with food and turned his head away.
Samuel came up to He Songfeng and knelt down, "Eat something."
He Songfeng raised his hand and knocked over the food.
Samuel was neither angry nor annoyed. He went out and came back with a towel. After wiping it clean, he brought the bowl back in. This time, he deliberately stayed away from He Songfeng.
The spoon was passed to He Songfeng's mouth, and he said, "I'm sorry."
He Songfeng refused to eat and didn't talk to him. The stalemate continued until He Songfeng was hungry and had to eat. Then, in the other party's cowardly silence, he reluctantly ate half a bowl of porridge, knocked over the remaining half, and then coldly ordered the other party to wipe it clean.
Samuel quietly cleaned the floor. He knelt there, hunched over and wiped it carefully.
He Songfeng punched down.
"You just don't do anything! Am I the one being forced or are you?!"
When Dou Mingxu was not around, He Songfeng's voice completely erupted.
"So what do you want me to do?" Samuel asked him.
He Songfeng lost his temper in despair. After a long period of dejected silence, he could only manage a line of comfort that had no effect:
"Hold me, kiss me, and tell me you love me."
Samuel did as he was told, he hugged, kissed and said, "I love you."
He Songfeng added: "Say you will take me away, to a place where it's just the two of us."
Samuel stopped talking here.
He Songfeng's fist hit him again, and Samuel endured it silently. He hugged He Songfeng tighter and tighter, repeating "I love you" over and over again.
When Dou Mingxu came back, he saw the injuries on Samuel's body. He didn't say anything, but picked up He Songfeng, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and changed the side - oil-free light soy sauce.
He Songfeng was twitching in pain and cursing Dou Mingxu as a beast.
Soon, even the curses were blocked, and only mumbling sounds could be heard.
He Songfeng's eyes slanted towards Samuel, and his hand stretched out towards Samuel. That hand was like a drowning person sticking his arm out of the water to ask for help, stretching towards Samuel, hoping that someone would hold this hand.
…………
Samuel moved forward stealthily and carefully held the hand.
But Dou Mingxu only needed to say Samuel's name, just like an exorcism spell, and Samuel disappeared without a trace, completely expelled from He Songfeng.
Even Dou Mingxu started to laugh at Samuel, and at He Songfeng at the same time: "Are you expecting a coward to save you? Hahaha——"
Dou Mingxu put on his clothes and walked towards the study, where he bumped into Samuel.
Samuel stopped him and said with all his courage, "Uncle Lambert, please don't hurt him like this."
Dou Mingxu grabbed Samuel's hair and kicked him in the knee.
After half a second of dizziness, Samuel hunched over and knelt on the ground without any dignity, bowing his head in submission to Dou Mingxu.
“Loser.”
Dou Mingxu walked past arrogantly with the attitude of a winner.
Samuel lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and clenched his fists tighter and tighter.
He stood up suddenly, rushed to the door of Dou Mingxu's study, raised his fist and was about to hit him at the critical moment -
Samuel was discouraged.
Turning around, Samuel rushed to his room, locked the door, and kept hitting his head with his fists.
His mind was filled with the two voices calling him a loser at the same time, overlapping, interweaving, and ringing out over and over again.
“I’m not a loser.”
“Not a loser.”
“NOT!”
“NOT LOSER!”
Samuel's eyes turned red and he rushed downstairs. Seeing He Songfeng still lying on the sofa gasping for breath, he rushed over, grabbed He Songfeng and kissed him.
He Songfeng punched up.
Samuel grabbed him and said firmly, "I'm not a loser! You can't call me a loser!"
He Songfeng was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
He grabbed Samuel's ear, pulled him in front of him, lowered his voice, and mocked him jokingly: "You'd better not be."
He Songfeng's laughter attracted the men on the second floor. Samuel's courage, which he had finally mustered, disappeared in an instant, and he ran away in shame like a punctured balloon.
"Coward!" He Songfeng cursed Samuel's back bitterly.
Dou Mingxu smiled, with the completely arrogant attitude of a winner.
Moreover, he was arrogant and had begun to wonder how far Samuel would go for He Songfeng?
In short, no matter what, Samuel is funny and comical.
After a few more days, He Songfeng's legs gradually recovered and he moved from the small dark room to the master bedroom on the second floor.
In the morning, breakfast, which should have been served when the sun set on the windowsill, was not delivered to He Songfeng until the sun spread to the edge of the bed.
Samuel sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against He Songfeng. While Dou Mingxu was away, he plucked up the courage to put his hand into He Songfeng's collar and rubbed it inside.
While molesting her, he whispered, "Evander has called the police. They've come to investigate. You better be quiet and don't make any noise. Don't even step out of this door to ask for help. Got it?"
After saying that, Samuel reluctantly took his hand out and asked, “How many times did he ask you for it yesterday?”
He Songfeng didn't answer, but frowned and pushed the person away.
Samuel quickly put it back on and assured him: "I will definitely help you next time!"
He Songfeng grabbed Samuel's ear and slammed him against the headboard, sneering, "What are you helping me with? You just want to put one more in."
Samuel was hit so hard that he uttered a sound of "ouch!" and groaned aggrievedly: "You have to be mentally prepared for me to muster up courage."
"Knock knock knock!" There was a sudden knock on the door.
Samuel let go of He Songfeng and went out.
As soon as Samuel left, He Songfeng got up from the bed, tiptoed to the door, leaned against it and eavesdropped on what was happening outside.
"Hello, police. We've received a report accusing you of illegally controlling another person's personal freedom. Please cooperate with our investigation."
The other party's voice came through vaguely, perhaps because there was another floor between them. The voice often sounded intermittent and misty, so He Songfeng needed to listen carefully.
"Do you know this person? What is your relationship with him? When was the last time you saw him? Please answer truthfully and seriously."
The unfamiliar voice sounded professional and serious, filled with irresistible solemnity. It really was like the archangel of judgment who came to save He Songfeng from danger.
Samuel said something innocuous, or even answered truthfully.
After all, he was not the one who kidnapped He Songfeng. The last time he saw He Songfeng was at the door of Ivander's house, and then there was no news of him.
He Songfeng shook his head and denied it softly: "It's not like that..."
Samuel's words didn't lead the other party to any clues. After a moment's silence, the police officer said, "Okay, I've recorded this information. If you have any subsequent clues, please report them immediately."
The other party is leaving.
Dou Mingxu is at work during the day, and there is only Samuel.
Samuel didn't lock the door, so He Songfeng could open it and rush out at any time, shouting "I'm here".
He Songfeng's hand was already on the door handle, ready to move.
At the same time, the voice went away, but soon came back, and the voice was getting closer and closer. It had reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor and was about to reach the second floor.
"Wait, even though I said that, I still want to check the second floor to make sure this matter really has nothing to do with you."
Closer and closer!
It's right in front of you!
"Would it be convenient for you to go in and take a look?"
the man inquired.
Samuel said nothing.
He Songfeng's wrist trembled and sank down again and again.
But in the end, He Songfeng did not do so.
He couldn't bet whether this was a show for him, He Songfeng had no chips to bet.
Samuel is stupid, but Dou Mingxu is definitely capable of doing such a thing.
He Songfeng stood by the door, his palm on the handle loosened stiffly, his five fingers loosened and clenched again, hanging in front of him anxiously.
Half a minute?
Three minutes?
He Songfeng had no concept of time. He stood there for a long time without moving or making any sound.
The same is true outside the door.
Until that man's voice sounded again——
"Hello, police. We've received a report accusing you of illegally controlling another person's personal freedom. Please cooperate with our investigation."
The door opened from the outside the moment the sound was heard.
He Songfeng finally understood where the haziness and stuttering in the voice he just heard came from.
The person who was speaking was not a person at all, but the recorder in Dou Mingxu's hand, and the voice was suppressed and emitted along the countdown progress bar.
But the first thing He Songfeng saw was not Dou Mingxu or Samuel, but a gun.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at He Songfeng's eyebrows, and his index finger was on the trigger.
If He Songfeng had opened the door just now, he would have been greeted by a bullet flying straight into his forehead.
A sudden chill shot through He Songfeng's back, and beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, like the progress bar in a tape recorder, moving towards the finish line bit by bit.
He Songfeng's legs went weak, and he fell limply to the ground like a doll with its bones pulled out. He could only barely support his trembling upper body with his two thin bamboo-like arms.
The finger on the trigger did not stop because of He Songfeng's gentleness, but slowly tightened inward, and the bullet stuck in the muzzle was ready to fire.
Without thinking, Samuel walked past Dou Mingxu and rushed to He Songfeng, hugged him and held him in his arms.
The cold click of a trigger sounded behind Samuel.
Samuel's body was tense. He was afraid and trembling, but he still held He Songfeng tightly under his body. He shouted desperately: "Uncle Lambert! You said this was just a play, you shouldn't hurt him!"
"uh-huh."
Dou Mingxu put the muzzle of the gun to the back of Samuel's head: "Then guess, is this a dud?"
Samuel's face was pale, and he looked like a horrified corpse before he even fired the shot.
The trigger clicked again, this time it was a live bullet.
"Bang--!"
The explosion sounded right next to the ears of Samuel and He Songfeng. Samuel screamed in panic and begged his uncle to spare his life.
Dou Mingxu smiled with satisfaction, excited about his authority being consolidated again.
Dou Mingxu put away the gun and at the same time took He Songfeng out of Samuel's arms and held him in his own arms.
He caressed He Songfeng's dazed cheek affectionately and comforted him arrogantly: "Doesn't a boring life need some excitement as a spice?"
He Songfeng didn't answer. He stretched out his arms and hugged Dou Mingxu tightly, burying his body helplessly in the other's chest, his empty eyes filled with despair.
Samuel watched He Songfeng being taken away by Dou Mingxu, put into the car, and the two of them left.
When I came back, it was already half a month later and autumn had arrived.
He Songfeng still had the same lifeless look as before. The only change was that there was a diamond ring on the middle finger of his left hand. It was the size of a pigeon egg, and its sharp light cut through all covetous gazes.
The two of them went to get married, and He Songfeng was like a decoration. From this to that, finally, under the coercion of Dou Mingxu at gunpoint, he said the words "I DO" in the testimony of the pastor. Dou Mingxu looked evil and crazy on the surface, but when He Songfeng said that, he was moved to tears.
When He Songfeng walked into the yard and saw Samuel coming to greet him, he showed an expression of disgust.
Samuel was startled and followed eagerly: "I...I..."
Dou Mingxu hugged He Song and went upstairs without closing the door, as if he was doing it on purpose for Samuel to hear, to show off his ownership.
The clock hanging in the living room was ticking and the hour hand was moving forward one by one.
Samuel didn't know what he was doing, he just knew that he was walking and approaching the room.
Dou Mingxu slapped him in the face, waking him up and finally making him see clearly what he was doing.
Samuel held a sharp fruit knife in his hand, with the blade pointed towards Dou Mingxu.
Another slap knocked Samuel dizzy.
The knife fell to the ground with a clang.
Samuel murmured unwillingly: "He is mine... He is mine..."
Samuel knelt on the ground, trying to pick up the knife in a daze.
As a result, the knife stabbed directly into Samuel's arm, leaving a bloody cut and turning the skin and flesh inside out.
Samuel rolled on the ground like a loach in pain. He collapsed and shouted for his father and mother, crying for someone to save him.
Immediately afterwards, Dou Mingxu took the blood-stained knife and came to the bed between him and He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was lying there, with the bloody tip of the knife right between his eyebrows. Blood beads gathered at the tip of the knife and dripped down, bringing fear into He Songfeng's wide-open eyes.
He Songfeng covered his face with his hands helplessly and begged, "Please don't do this... please..."
The knife finally stabbed down.
It just brushed He Songfeng's cheek and stabbed into the pillow and bed sheet, just like a wooden stake for tying a horse, tying He Songfeng to the edge of the knife, making him dare not move.
Dou Mingxu's smile became more and more ostentatious and broken.
In this small kingdom that belongs only to him, his power has expanded to an unprecedented size, and he can even decide a person's life or death at will.
He acted recklessly, completely unaware of how the pair of humiliated and suppressed eyes behind him, lying in a pool of blood, were staring at him with deep hatred.
The bloody sex and love echoed above this cage, and a thick shadow enveloped the place.
The next morning, the family doctor came and bandaged Samuel's arm injury.
As soon as Dou Mingxu's car disappeared from sight, He Songfeng immediately rushed out of the room and rushed to Samuel's bedside. He held his hands and begged again, "I can't bear it anymore. Please save me! Please save me!"
For the first time, He Songfeng took the initiative to kneel beside Samuel, hugged him, and begged him humbly: "Please save me, take me away... I beg you, I beg you!"
He Songfeng hugged Samuel's neck and snuggled into his arms. He pleaded again: "Let's leave here together. I want to be with you. I don't want anyone else but you."
Soon, He Songfeng stood up again, held Samuel's cheeks with both hands, and kissed him affectionately: "I love you, Samuel, and you? Do you love me?"
Samuel's expression was filled with confusion and he lost himself. He could only see He Songfeng in his eyes and hear He Songfeng.
"I love you, Angel."
Samuel went from being passive to being active.
"I love you."
Samuel bit and nibbled, and he shouted, "Angel, I love you!"
He Songfeng fell backwards on the ground, his temperature suddenly rising and his desire intensifying.
He Songfeng's hands scratched Samuel's body randomly, leaving bloody finger marks. He repeatedly asked Samuel for more, showing unprecedented initiative and obsession.
It was not until the evening, when Dou Mingxu was about to return, that the two reluctantly parted.
Samuel had difficulty using one hand and wanted to smoke, so he glanced at He Songfeng.
He Songfeng immediately offered Samuel a cigarette and a flame. Under the warm flame, he looked at Samuel with admiration and love. Once again, he placed his delicate hands on the other's sweaty chest, caressing him affectionately and feeling every vibration of his heartbeat.
Samuel hadn't felt such tenderness for a long, long time.
He turned his head and looked at the gradually dimming sunlight outside the window. This warmth was about to leave him.
Having tasted the sweetness, Samuel was unwilling to let go.
The desire to save Fengchen reached its peak at this moment.
He must, and has to, go and save.
"Angel, I know what I have to do. I want revenge. I want revenge for you, for us."
Samuel took a puff of cigarette and blew it in the direction where He Songfeng was not.
He Songfeng lay in Samuel's arms, raised his head, looked at Samuel with admiration, and hummed a coquettish hum from his throat: "That's great, we can be together soon."
In the evening, Dou Mingxu came back.
There were no lights on the first floor of the villa. Only the faint moonlight shone through the window. Everything was gray, as if covered by a thick layer of frost.
"Angel?"
Dou Mingxu called out.
No one on the first floor responded to him. He frowned suddenly, thinking, could it be that the two of them ran away together?!
But then he thought, it would be easy for him to catch people in this area, so he felt relieved.
"Angel, come out and greet me."
Dou Mingxu stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, shouting like he was calling cats and dogs.
The second floor was even darker than the first, with only the faint night light coming in through the window at the end. Everything was faded and placed like a portrait of a deceased person.
Dou Mingxu walked up the last step. He subconsciously looked towards the room on his left where He Songfeng was, completely ignoring the murderous light hidden in the darkness on his right.
The sharp blade pierced into Dou Mingxu's chest in the blink of an eye. The opponent obviously did not intend to give Dou Mingxu any time to react. The knife stabbed several times in one second like a madly spinning gear.
"I won't allow you to insult Angel like that! I won't allow you to continue insulting us!"
Samuel screamed hysterically, pouring out all the resentment that had accumulated during this period of time onto the tip of the knife. He used the tip of the knife to cut open his own cowardice and inserted it into Dou Mingxu's flesh and blood.
I don’t feel tired or scared, I just feel refreshed.
He avenged himself, and from then on he had Angel all to himself, and he was the only winner in the Colosseum.
Soon, soon he will get the winner's prize.
Dou Mingxu lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the blood gushing out of him. He pulled the gun out of the holster at his waist quickly and neatly, but the first shot was fired at He Songfeng who was peeking in the corner.
He cursed: "B#tch!"
Then the second shot was Samuel.
He also cursed: "Idiot!"
The bullet passed through Samuel's chest, and blood gushed out like a faucet being turned on, like a column of water.
He Songfeng looked at the tragic fight in front of him with indifference, turned around and rushed into Dou Mingxu's study, searching for his things as quickly as possible.
Dou Mingxu grabbed He Songfeng's figure and fired two more shots, but both were blocked by Samuel who rushed over.
In a flash of lightning and a flash of swords and sabers——
Dou Mingxu tried to pull the trigger again, but the bullets were exhausted.
Dou Mingxu knew he didn't have much time left, so he used his last breath to desperately and angrily hit Samuel's stupid brain, sighing sadly: "You were deceived by him... He won't take you away... Absolutely not..."
Samuel watched helplessly as his strong Uncle Lambert fell before him, blood oozing from his body like an automatic watering can in the yard, as if trying to irrigate something...
The sight of his death was truly horrifying, as if he had been ripped open, his internal organs spilling out from the incision and rolling all over the floor. He paid an extremely painful price for his oppressive dictatorship.
Pure hatred should end with intense hatred. Just as Dou Mingxu himself said, he has done things to the extreme and there is no room for turning back. The end is death - a dead end.
Samuel lowered his head and slowly noticed the bullet hole in his chest.
He tried to stop it, but blood kept flowing out from between his fingers.
The moment Dou Mingxu breathed his last, the biggest crisis disappeared, Samuel's adrenaline subsided, and he also tasted the feeling of dying.
The scene in front of Samuel's eyes began to darken and fade little by little, turning into hazy shadows.
He fell down, lying in a pool of blood, sobbing and murmuring unwillingly to his uncle's body:
"He will. He said he loves me and he won't lie to me..."
He Songfeng found his briefcase, necklace and cell phone and put them all away.
Looking at the two half-dead men blocking the stairs, he stepped over indifferently.
Samuel's bloody hand suddenly grabbed He Songfeng's ankle. His face was full of desire, and he choked out weak pleas from his throat: "Take me away... Take me away... Please take me away..."
Soon, the expectation and longing in Samuel's eyes turned into despair.
"You said we were together, how could you lie to me?"
Samuel cried bitterly for his own death and for He Songfeng's cold-bloodedness.
The hand that was holding He Songfeng's trouser leg gradually lost its strength, and death was approaching him step by step on the stairs.
"Please save me, I don't want to die!"
Samuel cried and begged, just like He Songfeng had cried and begged him before. At that time, he just watched indifferently, and now He Songfeng also watched indifferently.
"I beg you, please save me, save me, save me, save me, save me..."
"You can't do this to me. I love you, don't you love me too?"
"Wuwuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu... Angel, I'm going to die, Angel... What should I do..."
He Songfeng didn't leave in a hurry, but stopped at the next step to admire the masterpiece he had created.
"idiot."
He Songfeng laughed and clapped his hands in joy. He died with his eyes closed for Samuel. He laughed loudly and spit the cruel truth into Samuel's ears:
"Everything your uncle said is right. What I showed is what I wanted you to see."
Without exception, it was all performance. He allowed Dou Mingxu's power to expand, led Samuel to mistake it for true love, and allowed the two growing desires to collide.
Samuel thinks he is the only white knight who can redeem He Songfeng.
The knights charged and died with the king, and a well-ordered small country collapsed and shattered easily.
Samuel's eyes gradually lost their luster. His body was stacked together with Dou Mingxu's body. Both of them had angry eyes and were biting the fake beauty in front of them.
He Songfeng felt an unprecedented sense of joy. He laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth were about to split. His facial features were like a petal that had been forcibly cut open with a knife, blooming to an unprecedented degree of decadence, and then rotting beautifully all the way to the heart of the flower.
A man's body contains about five to six liters of blood. These ten liters and more blood formed a thick scarlet carpet. He Songfeng walked barefoot on it, and his toes and scalp were numb. The pores on his body greedily sucked in the blood in the air, gathering it into his body surface, becoming part of the honor of being cast into this beautiful skin and dead bones.
[Urgent news interruption: Just now, world-renowned entrepreneur Mr. Lambert and his 25-year-old nephew Samuel were found dead at home. It's suspected that they died from a fight. There was also a third witness at the scene. The truth of the case is still under investigation, and the possibility of instigation cannot be ruled out.]
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Finally - He Songfeng returned home as he wished.
But he didn't come back to start a new life.
He thought about how he had left almost everything behind to escape abroad, when he had neither the opportunity nor the ability to take revenge on those who had hurt him.
He fled like a rat that everyone wanted to kill.
Now, he came back to go back in time and avenge his eighteen-year-old self.
He Songfeng never forgot the humiliation of being raped, humiliated, and displayed as a sex toy.
He would never forget the pain of the highly corrosive acid that was vomited out of his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, even if a hundred years passed.
He Songfeng's hands were stained with blood. This was the beginning, not the end.
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The author has something to say: I am ready to pack up those people before going abroad [heart]
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