[Only death can end his despair, or bring a new dawn. 】
Ever since Su An had the memory, at the age of 2 or 3, he has deeply remembered that beautiful brother with pale skin and gloomy complexion. He liked him more than his father. A few years after his father died, he could no longer remember his face. But every night saw the face of the young man who claimed to be his foster father in his dream. He never dared to admit that the first time he dreamed of a wandering was because he dreamed that the beautiful young man who was pale as a vampire kissed him.
Then it got worse, he dreamed of them having sex, he dreamed of kissing his body again and again, saying that he loved him. In reality, Su Xitang had never looked at him directly. Adopting him was just for his father's sake. In the face of a man like a god, all his desires are the dirtiest dirt, and there is no daring to say it.
The gap between reality and dream is too great. The young Su An couldn’t bear it. He began to drink, smoke, fight, and promiscuous, and began to do everything he could to paralyze himself. At the same time, he hoped that his apostasy would arouse that person’s attention. After all, someone else’s family Wouldn't all of his parents be anxious.
—It's useless.
Until he started taking drugs.
At a promiscuity party, he was dragged out by the bodyguards at home. The pleasure of marijuana dissipated in the cold water splashed on his head. He raised his head and looked at Su Xitang, who was quietly looking at him. That was the scene where Su Xitang, who was not much in memory, looked at him.
However, those extremely indifferent eyes, with a touch of disgust and contempt in it, were like cruel hooks piercing his chest, dragging Su An out of his beautiful dreams.
Also arrested with him were three dandy boys, Su An's friends, friends. They always wore arrogant and arrogant faces that were contorted with horror. They called their parents' names loudly, threatening or tempting loudly.
He handed over a tray, and Su Xitang took out a cold and shiny short knife from the tray.
Looking at the thin and cold weapon, the four immature teenagers were frightened and lost their voices.
Su Xitang took a short knife and walked in front of one of the teenagers, and someone immediately stepped forward and pressed the teenager's face.
"It's the three of you who tricked my Su Xitang's son into taking drugs." The underworld godfather said lightly.
The next moment, the slender blade directly penetrated the boy's right eyeball.
The sunlight in the basement suddenly lost its temperature, and the subterranean space became hell.
In the screams of the young man, the pale and handsome man remained unmoved, even as if he was carving a flower. The man seemed to be drawing a work of art, slowly turning the blade in the young boy’s eye sockets, and the blood rolled down his cheeks, dripping full. The boy's skirt can't even get a drop on the man's fingertips.
The terrible screams and the creaking sound in the eye sockets rang for a full minute. The three teenagers watching, including Su An, felt that the knife was turning in their own body, and their eyes were painful. The teenagers were all suffering from the pain they had imagined. Unanimously, tears were shed.
They were crying and watched, the devilish pale man finally pulled the knife out of the boy's eye socket.
In their breath that hadn't let go, they saw that the tip of the blade had a bleeding eyeball inserted.
The boy who lost his eyes and passed out in pain was quickly kicked awake with his hair in his hands. He found that the boy who was not a dreamer had blood and tears mixed with his nose and dripped over his immature face. There was only a hole in the place where the right eye was originally moving with flesh and blood.
However, it is not over.
Su Xitang threw the eyeballed knife in front of the boy, took the snow-white handkerchief and began to wipe his fingers.
"Eat it, you can save your other eye."
"It" means exactly what it refers to, at a glance.
"No—you can’t do this, Su Xitang, I told you that my dad won’t let you go. My dad said that he would fuck up your little white face one day, uh uh uh-"
The insulted man didn't react at all, and he didn't stop for a while. He walked to the table, took a sip of water, and slowly and gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, facing the blood-stained teenager lying on the ground. He smiled slightly, a gentle smile like a gentleman.
Su Xitang said softly: "Unfortunately, your father never has this opportunity again."
The man who had been standing in the corner with scars on his cheeks had been watching everything with cold eyes before, with a dull and indifferent expression, but stood upright after Su Xitang’s words and bowed to the pale and tall man. The dead man's eyes glanced at the one-eyed boy who was pressed on the ground and opened his mouth, bowed and exited the basement.
The boy who had lost one eye began to realize that something was wrong. He widened his only one eye and began to hiss: "What are you going to do, Su Xitang, what are you going to do—"
Su An's twitching legs gradually lost consciousness. He watched the proud young man who had been swaggering in City A on weekdays, and no one dared to stop him. His tongue was pulled out like a mouse used in experiments, and the other was pulled out. The eyeballs, then like the abandoned thing after the experiment, were thrown on the ground by the devil's lackeys, gasping for themselves, twisting and making an inhuman sound.
"The same goes for the other two people, either eating one of their own eyes or preparing to go blind."
Su Xitang sits on the sofa, like a god of death looking down on all living beings, ruling everyone's life and death.
Looking at their non-adult companions on the floor, the faces of the two teenagers had lost blood to the same whiteness as Su Xitang. They trembled their hands and slowly picked up the knife thrown in front of them...
Although he didn't lose an eye, Su An, who was spending that nightmare day, felt that he would never see the sun anymore in the rest of his life.
It was a demon, and it was definitely the reincarnation of Satan. There is no one in the world who is more ruthless and evil than him.
But this demon, except for a disgusting look, didn't even bother to give him a word.
Su An still had no way to break away from his abnormal love for this demon, unable to resist the temptation and bliss of nightmares.
The cold and dark eyes of the pale man in the dream are a bottomless abyss, and he has long since fallen into it, dark, suffocated, and dead.
Only death can end his despair or bring a new dawn.
But there is no dawn.
—
dusk.
The dim sunlight seemed to be a lost butterfly struggling in the diffuse darkness, and then its wings were torn apart.
When there was a tingling foreign body sensation in the most vulnerable part of the body, Su An suddenly woke up from the broken and suffocating memories.
He was naked, his wrists were bleeding, his legs were wide open, and the pale, ghostly man sat between his crotch, with a finger already inserted into his body.
It was like a stick of ice pierced into the body, and the entire intestine spasm due to extreme maladaptation.
Su An incredibly wanted to retreat, but was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back by the man, unable to escape for half a minute.
As if looting the city, Su Xitang completely submerged the whole finger into the boy's body and laughed softly. A poppy smile.
"... It's very tight, it seems you're the first time, don't cry because it hurts later."
"Don't... you, get out."
The boy said, his voice finally calmed down, without trembling or fear, even using the disrespectful "you". Su An realized that his voice was no longer the harsh and unpleasant sound of sawn wood, but it was another kind of sound quality that was difficult to describe, with a little bit of hoarseness, and a slightly provoked tail, like a cat’s coquettishness, and an unintelligible voice. The whisper of an adult snow leopard is mysterious and charming like an ancient musical instrument.
It seemed that God really pityed him, and finally gave him the sweet voice he dreamed of.
And if God is really pitying, how could he be thrown by the devil's bed
"... No?" The handsome and almost bewitching man laughed slowly, the smile on his bloodless face was like snow falling on a flower leaf.
"Don't you dream of me fucking you every night?" The elegant gentleman uttered vulgar words and ruthlessly announced his knowledge of the youngster's deepest and most shameful secrets. "Now he flinches, or Want to refuse or welcome?"
Su Xitang said more to him today than in the past few years, but every word is more cruel and ruthless than indifference.
The pale man lowered his head and held Su An's organ hanging between his hips.