Corberus has never been the one to show his emotions on his face. He is silent and steady as always. People in the casino like this reliable security captain. Who doesn't like to rush to work, and he is never tired. colleagues
Unlike other colleagues, Kerberos would leave the casino and go home after get off work. This is his home, where his master is, where he should be.
He also rarely goes to the bar for a drink or two after work. Usually, after returning to the dormitory, he will take a shower and lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about something.
… think of his master.
Outside the window or the night is thick, or the shimmering light of the morning shines from the horizon, just in this kind of thinking, I fall asleep.
But this kind of oppression will never be relieved.
The first person to find out that Corberus had something on his mind was the supervisor, Hughes, who was a close associate of Mr. Mo and had been working here since the casino existed. It was ten o'clock in the evening at the end of the lunch shift that day. Corberos changed his clothes and was going to eat something. The supervisor came over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Want to have a drink?"
If someone invites him, Corberus will not deliberately refuse, he knows that working here requires good interpersonal relationships.
Corberus and the supervisor went to the bar, and among the many laughing guests, they each ordered a glass of wine.
After a few brief chats, the supervisor asked, "Have you had something on your mind recently?"
Corberos was silent. He held the glass with ice cubes and spirits. After a while, he smiled and said, "It's fine."
He raised his head and drank the wine in one go, the pungency drowned his lips and teeth and fell into his stomach, which quickly burned, and the ice cubes rolled into his mouth, which was bitten by Corberus and shattered.
Kerberos found that the refreshingness of the spirits and the numbness of the alcohol seemed to make him temporarily forget the longing that had entangled his heart. So he asked for another drink.
Cup after cup.
That night, when Corberos got drunk for the first time, the supervisor asked someone to take him back to the dormitory. It seems like a person who has been alone for a long time and is used to being alone.
Victor didn't know how much he drank.
The alcohol made him feel hot all over, the esophagus and stomach seemed to be burning, and the oral mucosa was too soaked in alcohol, which was no longer enough to protect the skin and flesh, causing burning pain in the mouth.
Everything in front of him was slowly twisting and twisting. The long table was a mess. Almost all the food had been bitten and left at will. Victor supported the table to keep himself from falling. He burped his wine and pulled it out again. Open the cork of a bottle of wine.
Whenever the long winter comes, the climate of more than minus 20 degrees makes Gao Lijiu a magic weapon for Russians to warm themselves. Similarly, alcohol can also make people who are in the cold and darkness all year round happy.
"Додна!" (Cheers!)
Victor wobbly lifted the wine bottle and held it again.
[In order to push my lofty creator]
Days go by.
Corberus was promoted again, he was promoted to manager in charge, and he left the security team.
In this way, he has more opportunities to meet the master.
It has been a year since he was brought back.
Corberos relied on his own efforts to approach the young man who needed him to look up step by step. He believed that if this continued, he would one day become the director's most important subordinate.
It's just that life is always so fond of joking with mortals, it's like a naughty child, smugly watching people be at a loss when it makes fun of it.
Kerberos thought that he had well hidden the love in his heart, but as the object of his silent gaze, how could Mr. Mo not notice it
He didn't take it seriously from the beginning, because he has received too many eyes of admiration and awe, he has been seen by many people, and he also knows that that kind of love will not last long without a response. .
Just like a fish that falls on the beach, if there is no continuous moisture from the tide, it will quickly dry and stink.
But Corberus seems to be different.
As time went by, the man looked at him with more and more deep eyes, and the admiration mixed with pain in it sometimes made Mr. Mo speechless.
It seems like I can't just sit back and watch.
The weekly debriefing was still the same and boring, and there were only two people in the room, Corberus and Mr. Mo.
Korberos knelt down on one knee and said the last sentence, without hearing the usual lazy reply for a long time.
He raised his head cautiously, only to find that the young man who was sitting on the chair listening to his report had his eyes closed, and he leaned on the armrest with one hand to support his forehead, and seemed to be asleep.
The soft light shone down, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, covering the moles of tears. He was so quiet, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, waiting for a wake-up kiss.
Corberus looked at him dazedly, and he knelt straighter, so he leaned even tighter, and he could almost see the tiny fluff on the youth's cheeks.
He swallowed silently, and reached out his hand quietly, wanting to touch the person in front of him lightly.
Mr. Mo opened his eyes silently at this moment.
"What do you want to do?" The young man's final voice raised as always, but with the meaning of Sen Han, Corberos was caught in the face before he had time to withdraw his hand.
"I bought you back, but I didn't want you to look at me like that." Mr. Mo sneered, he raised his leg and kicked it hard.
Corberos was kicked, but the youth's strength was not much different from that of a child, so he was only shaken lightly.
"Is it so comfortable that you forget you're just a slave?"
This is the second time the master has touched him. When he was in the arena, he used the toe of his shoe to lift his chin, but now, the pair of bare feet stepped directly on his face.
The feelings that had been suppressed in his heart were finally discovered at this very moment, as if he had found an outlet for venting. He made the second mistake tonight. He didn't hurriedly lower his head to admit his mistake, but still looked at the tall young man and shouted, "Master—"
When the words escaped, Corberos realized that his voice was already hoarse with lust, and he also noticed Mr. Mo. He squinted his eyes quickly, stepped down on Corberos' face, and swept across the man's chest, finally stomping hard.
Corberus groaned, his body trembled violently, and the muscles all over his body tensed and relaxed in an instant.
The room was deadly quiet.
After a long time, Mr. Mo stood up, and his voice sounded above Kerberos' head, cold and inhuman:
"roll."
Xia Qiongyun was just beside him and let Lin Hangzhi gamble five fingers.
In the end, she even walked away from Lin Hangzhi and sat on the side far away, her face full of disgust, as if Lin Hangzhi's dripping sweat and slightly trembling hands fell into her eyes, they were all dirty.
She is so arrogant and aloof, any look or conversation is a charity to others.
These ignorant ordinary people do not cooperate with her to breathe the same air.
[I am the crystallization of the divine love of theocracy]
Since that day, Corberos has not seen Mr. Mo for nearly a month.
After leaving the top floor in embarrassment, Kerberos waited anxiously for a long time, without the expected punishment, and Mr. Mo didn't give any orders, as if he didn't care at all.
In other words, it was as if he had forgotten that he was still there.
Corberus’s life in the casino continued like this. He was doing the same work day after day. Although the people he saw were different, he didn’t have the heart to pay attention. His eyes were still filled with the unreachable one. figure.
He screwed everything up. Corberus thought, but he didn't regret it.
Until one day, Hughes, the supervisor who had been drinking with him, suddenly disappeared.
No one knew where he went. The director said at the meeting that he had resigned and went home. Although everyone wondered why Hughes didn't say a word, he didn't even say goodbye, and he didn't show the slightest bit.
The director was like an insignificant passer-by in his life, and Corberus never saw him again after that.
On the seventh day after the supervisor disappeared, Colberlos, who was reconciling accounts, was notified that the boss had asked him to come over.
Kerberos asked the reason, but the person who brought the message did not know. With a feeling of unease, he finally boarded the elevator again. When he reached the door, he suddenly became timid.
He did such a disrespectful thing to the master, why should the master see him again
He was afraid that when he faced his master again, he would hear cruel words and belated punishment, even an order to expel him.
Corberos couldn't help but think about it. He stood at the door for a while, before finally taking a deep breath and knocking on the door lightly.
"Come in." A familiar voice came from the room. It wasn't very clear, but it was still enough to make the heart beat faster in Corberos' chest. He pushed the door and slid open a crack easily.
The door is not locked.
Kerberos walked into Mr. Mo's bedroom, filled with fruity smoke, the windows were not open, and the whole room was almost flooded. Angela was not there, the figure he was thinking about day and night was sitting beside the bed, his milky white eyes blurred his brows, and for a moment Kerberos felt that the young man's affection was somewhat unspeakable.
Is he wrong
Corberos didn't dare to step forward, he looked at the young man and called out in a low voice, "Master?"
"Come here." Mr. Mo raised his eyes. He was rarely wearing the clothes he would wear when he went out, a dark coat and a vest of the same color. The trousers were slightly pulled up because of the overlapping of his legs, revealing a small circle of ankles. skin.
The master just came back from outside? Corberus didn't know.
The master doesn't seem to want to blame him
Kerberos thought, walked over obediently, and was about to kneel in front of Mr. Mo when his wrist was suddenly caught.
The young man's palm was full of sweat, and it was cold and wet, and he seemed to be shaking slightly uncontrollably. Corberos was pulled forward and leaned forward, and he was almost close to hug Mr. Mo in an instant. middle.
He subconsciously wanted to hide, but the next moment, the young man's hand touched his cheek, and Corberos' breathing was stagnant. Such an intimate contact was so sudden that he was not mentally prepared at all.
"Corberus," Mr. Mo asked in a low voice, staring into his deep honey-colored eyes, "Will you help me?"
There was an incomprehensible weakness in his voice, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be troubled by some kind of unspeakable pain. The two tear moles really looked like tears, and they were so moving.