When I woke up, I found that the surrounding was pitch black. I was lying on a bed, my hands were handcuffed above my head, and my body was naked. This made me immediately feel creepy and subconsciously struggled. A few times, but it was quiet around me, no other people's voices. Rhine is not here, and my body does not feel any discomfort, which is enough to prove that I have not been violated while in a coma. Maybe it was the magnetic field of Agares that really protected me.
I blinked my eyes, and the night vision gradually took effect, and I could see the surrounding environment clearly. I am in a small cabin. There are some guns and military clothes hanging on the walls. There are also binoculars and a compass on the table. This should be Rhine’s sleeping cabin.
The air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, and it was conceivable what Rhine would do to imprison me here, which made me feel very sick. My stomach was churning, I really felt like throwing up, and I even felt a little out of breath. Everything that happened before that caught me off guard was exploding in the cerebral cortex like fireworks. I clenched my fist and pulled the metal ring that locked my wrist fiercely, trying to break it open, but all I got was It's the sharp pain in the wrist and the crisp thud of metal. But I quickly calmed down.
I can't make any more noise, so as not to attract Rhine. I looked around and found a window on the inside of the bed. It was already dark outside, and I could see the lights of the neighboring ships and the figures of armed men patrolling back and forth. I have to find a way to escape from here, and try to escape through this window when I am most tired.
Thinking of this, I lifted my foot and tried to hit the window with my hard heel, but I felt my legs were limp and I couldn't lift them up at all, and my torso had no strength, like a sign of being paralyzed by ether. I can't help but think of the stabbing pain in my neck that knocked me unconscious, the anesthesia injected into my veins still kicking in. It may take a few hours for me to regain my strength, who knows if it will last half a day to a day! I can't wait that long, the effect of the medicine must wear off quickly. I have to speed up my body's metabolism to make myself excrete or sweat.
Hell, I don't want to get shit all over my bed! So I can only achieve the latter - make myself sweat. My mind instinctively swam to Agares like a fish leaping to the sea, because in fact thinking about something about him is the quickest way to make me sweat.
Yes, "certain things".
God knows damn it I shouldn't recall those scenes at this time, but I can only do it, physical stimulation always makes people's adrenaline rise faster than any pain or fear.
I lay there quietly, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened my mouth slightly to exhale, as if waiting for a kiss. I imagined Agares leaning over me, staring at me in the dark, licking and sucking on my sensitive neck and Adam's apple, which almost immediately made me short of breath, hot and subconscious. I parted my legs a little, and let the imaginary thick and creamy fishtail graze my inner thigh, making a deep bond with him.
Rhine may be right, I was really addicted to Agares, and I didn't even realize it!
My dangling dick soon became stiff tremblingly, and the sweat slowly dripped from my back. Damn it, sweat a little more, just a little more! I tried my best to gather the strength to turn my wrist, and bent my knees to kick the window. I have to dislocate myself so I can free myself from this wrist, but I feel the muscles in my arms tremble, as do my legs. This kind of sweating is far from enough. I have to sweat profusely like I have experienced a 100-meter race. If I can move my hands, maybe I can do it, but unfortunately, I can only toss myself with imagination.
"Agares..." I clenched my fists and called out unconsciously in my heart. I closed my eyes again and forced myself to recall those scenes carefully, even imitating the frequency of my hips moving on the bed when we were combined with him. The bedding was gradually dampened.
I don't know if the connection established between Agares and me will make him perceive all this, but if he can sense it, my state will definitely make him very excited.
It was a shame to try to understand his mind at a time like this, because it was like inventing an Agares and looking at myself through his eyes. I guessed that Agares might have Adam complex-like feelings towards me. He let me carry his genes to take root and sprout, personally accompany me in the most vulnerable childhood, and then took possession of me like harvesting fruit many years later, and now a little bit of success has invaded my heart, making me sink into the his arms.
I even finally understood how he felt when I appeared in front of him. Maybe my first time in the tank on the boat, of course, only the first time I think, trying to communicate with him (damn I also want to take his sperm!), for him, it is simply It's the little guy he raised who doesn't know him anymore, but is seducing him unconsciously, and he does this over and over again——
At the peak of his estrus.
To think I was in a deep sea lab, undressed while he was watching me masturbate through the glass below, trying to tell him I was a man! What a funny and exciting thing this is!
God, I didn't even realize that at that time, I was playing with firecrackers!
However, how should I realize it, because I did completely erase him from my mind.
I was annoyed thinking about all these various things, and suddenly a trembling feeling like an electric current swept across my spine, which surprised me suddenly. I have experienced this feeling before, and it is a sign of what happens before the body mutates. My estrus is coming, and it may be artificially brought forward by myself. No, damn it! Not at this time!
hell!
I prayed in a panic in my heart, but my body didn't listen to the same movement as last time, and it was more rapid than that time. Before I knew it, I was already sweating, and my body slowly recovered due to such stimulation strength.
I have to admit it's a bad thing, but it's also a good thing, and I gritted my teeth against the black hole of desire in my body, concentrating and starting to dislocate myself. This process is very painful, but it is the only way for me to be free. Put your thumbs together in your palms, and your toes together to increase the friction with the bed, then violently shake the handcuffs and hit your own tiger's mouth, the pain hits like a hammer hitting your fingers again and again, making me almost faint, but Immediately, I heard two muffled sounds of bone dislocation——
The bottom of my thumb is bent at a deformed angle, and it is folded against the palm, and the webbed membrane that grows between the fingers hangs pitifully on the back of the hand, like a pair of shriveled crocodile claws, oh, it’s still baked in Orleans Alligator claws, because my hands are very red. With tears from the pain in my eyes, I couldn't help grinning, but the muscles on my face were twitching. If someone saw the expression on my face now, they would be scared to death. I must be uglier than a ghost.
But what made me even happier was that my rut seemed to end prematurely with the pain, and while it might have been temporary, at least it didn't have to torture me through the night like it did last time.
After carefully pulling my hands out of the handcuffs, I pressed my thumbs on the bed again, took a deep breath and sent them back to their original positions. This time the pain was worse than the dislocation, I bit the bed sheet and almost howled, but fortunately, the unbearable tears were also retracted due to the pain, replaced by sweat dripping from my head.
Damn, enough sweat poured out by this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I yelled at the God who made fun of me in my heart, shook my red and swollen hands, but they were not scrapped anyway, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to stand up, when there was a "click" sound from the cabin door behind me, scaring me. It made me shiver, screaming in my heart that it was terrible. Turning around, I saw Rhine coming in from the door, and the moment his eyes fell on me, I locked the hatch behind my backhand.
"What's wrong with you, Desaro, what's going on with your eyes, your ears...?" To my surprise, Rhine was not surprised by my escape first, but widened his eyes and stared at me. Looking up and down my face. I subconsciously looked towards the window on the left, and the reflection of the glass reflected my appearance - my pupils emitted a faint silver light in the dark, and two thin patches grew out of my ears like Agares The "wing".
I raised my hand stiffly and touched my face, but before I could be surprised, I caught a glimpse of Rhine's hand reaching into his waist from the reflection, perhaps planning to take out something to subdue me, and my heart immediately rang out. When he jumped towards me, he quickly dodged to the other side of the bed, and he saw clearly that he was holding a syringe in his hand.
"Don't touch me, Rhine. As you can see, I'm not a human anymore, you'd better stay away from me!" I raised my eyelids and stared at him, but he refused to let go He came over and grabbed the needle and wanted to stab me. I tried my best to block his arm, causing the needle to fly out of his hand, but due to geographical disadvantages, my body was still blocked by him in the corner. My rather burly figure suppressed me, and my newly dislocated hands became my biggest weakness, making me unable to compete with him for a while.
Rhine held my head firmly, forcing me to raise my chin and look at him. His heavy breath was still full of alcohol, and his eyes seemed to be burning: "Desaro, no matter what you become Things, you don’t even want to escape from my palm, you know?”
As he said that, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss my mouth, but I raised my head and hit his head hard, and in an instant, a force like air flow gushed out from my body, Every blood vessel in me was swollen, and I heard a hissing sound of electric current burning my skin. A string of sparks suddenly exploded in the air in front of me, knocking Rhine away unexpectedly, and hit the ground hard. on the wall. He stared at me dumbfounded, as if he had seen a devil, but immediately rushed towards me without giving up. I jumped on the bed first, threw myself at him, rode on him and slammed him into the wall again. The elbow hit him hard on the head, almost in the blink of an eye, I felt Rhine's body limp and paralyzed, and finally passed out on the ground.
I lowered my head and picked up his collar, and put my feet on him again. After confirming that he really fainted, I turned him over, quickly took out the gun and key from him, and put him He took off his clothes and changed them, and finally handcuffed him to the head of the bed. I really want to kill this Nazi lunatic who erased my nationality and ruined my future, but when I held the cold gun in my hand and pointed it at his head, I realized that killing is not such a thing. Easy, I'm not a born ruthless murderer. My hands were trembling slightly, my fingers even pulled the safety catch, and the gun head was pressed against his temple. I knew in my heart that if I didn't kill him now, it would cause even more trouble in the future, but the occasional sound of footsteps outside Remind me that this must never be done at this time.
Once the gunshots sounded and other people came to find Rhine dead in my hands, I would have no chance of escaping.
Thinking like this, I couldn't help feeling relieved that I didn't have to kill myself. In order to ensure that Rhein would be dizzy for two more days, I hit his forehead twice with the butt of the gun, and picked up the gun he was about to use against me just now. The injection entered his body.
Enjoy a few days of sleep, man. I patted his face, put the gun back on the waist, looked out the window, and waited quietly. I waited until the armed personnel patrolling not far away looked tired, and then I snapped my elbow After breaking the glass, he got out like a nimble fish and landed on the lower deck, but was immediately shocked by the scene under his feet.
I was at the top of the bilge, and under my feet were airtight hatches with a round raised glass window embedded in the center, and those mermaids were shut inside.