From Body to Love

His stomach hurt so much that he curled up. He buried his head in the pillow and snorted. Before he could react, Guze had hooked his waist.

If Gu Ze still hesitated when he gazed into his eyes just now, it is completely gone now. Emotion / desire is already full of Gu Ze's eyes.

But he just broke free a little. One of his legs fell under the bed. The whole person's center of gravity was unstable and shaky. He climbed under the bed in a hurry.

Guze stopped his hand, his eyes were dim, like watching a prey that couldn't escape, struggling foolishly.

He even had a strange feeling that he should be more disgusted than Meng Fu, but now it is the opposite. Meng Fu became the one to avoid, but he became the one to ask.

Meng Fu fell out of bed and hit his knee on the ground, making a heavy noise. Needless to think, it should be very painful. Even if it hurts, he has to run. Frowning, he quickly got up and staggered to the door.

However, after two steps, his hands were tightly bound behind his back by the other hands, and his upper body could not move at all. The man pressed him like a fugitive and pressed him back on the bed.

No matter how hard you struggle, it's just a waste of energy.

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu." Meng Fu's face leaned close to the pillow. He was afraid. He was really afraid. His whole body was trembling and his voice was shaking badly.

He was aware of the unprecedented danger, and this dangerous sense of oppression was much more frightening than when he first entered the prison gate.

The voice was full of longing, humble and poor, "Mr. Gu, come on, I'm a man. Don't you feel sick? "

"Disgusting, murderers like you are really disgusting." Guze said, but the movement on his hand did not stop, "but what should I do? I want to see you suffer more than nausea. "

The feeling of dying is suddenly coming.

The man really humiliated him. In order to make him suffer, even if he was disgusted, he had to do so, "it hurts, it hurts." The pain is like cutting a knife in my voice.

"Mr. Gu, please, stop, stop."

The people behind him can't listen at all.

He thought the man deserved such pity.

Meng Fu's plea for mercy gradually became smaller. The small voice was hidden in the pillow and could hardly be heard. The pain had numbed his nerves. He clenched his teeth, shouted uncontrollably, tried to calm his tone, apologized and begged for mercy, "Mr. Gu, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, I'm sorry for your wife and children. Punish me another way. Come on, please. "

He also mentioned he Manyu when Guze was most taboo. He really poked Guze's sadness and was even more angry. Guze said ruthlessly, "you deserve it."

He deserved it. He killed two people. He deserved the pain.

He deserves it.

Meng Fu began to stop begging for mercy and silently swallowed all the pain and shame into his stomach. He used to bite his teeth. When he couldn't stand it, he bit his pillow towel.

He thought about all the things in the past seven years, and suddenly found that his life was like a funny play. He was the hero in the play, and the editor seemed to have a shadow in his heart, plus all kinds of hardships.

His arms were tied behind him, and he was completely numb until Guze Xie was in his body. He seemed to wake up suddenly and realized that he had been raped by Guze and a man.

He felt helpless and helpless. A heavy sadness enveloped him, but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't even resist.

Guze put on his pants again, as if this sudden thing had never happened. He untied Meng Fu's tie.

He looked at the man who had been silent, as if his soul had been drained and collapsed on the bed. His side face was buried in the pillow, and the whole person's expression seemed to be covered in a layer of yarn, hazy and blurred.

The wrinkled tie was casually thrown on the ground. Gu Ze said from standing by the bed to the motionless person on the bed, "why don't you talk? Meng Fu, this is your first time. What a shame to be with a man. "

Meng Fu's eyes suddenly brightened because of this sentence, which seemed to be irritated, but quickly disappeared.

Gu Ze scanned Meng Fu's head all the way to his feet. He looked at the red blood on the sheet for a few seconds. Then he turned and left, but the door had been opened. He still turned back and said, "if you feel pain, go to see a doctor."

The sound of closing the door was clear and decisive.

Meng Fu still didn't move. He couldn't move in pain. He didn't want to move because of the impact of this incident. His brain was still in the shock just now.

However, the door was opened again because he was a little concerned about what he had just said, perhaps because he always felt that this was not enough to hurt him. Guze explained, "by the way, I just said the wrong thing. How can I have the face to see a doctor for such an injury."

For a long time, the narrow room was finally silent, but the faint smell of blood lingered. Meng Fu tried to move, and there was a tearing pain behind him.

It really hurts. It's the pain he's most afraid of.

He wanted to take a bath and wash away the things left by the man. When he finally sat up from the bed and dangled his feet and hooked the crooked shoes under the bed, he just stood up and fell heavily by the bed before he was stable.

"Meng Fu, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt. It's no big deal. This is your retribution." He comforted himself, more like self mockery.

Naked, he helped the wall step by step to the living room. Then, before he could take a bath, the door bell rang.

A thunderbolt crashed into his head. Is it Guze? What else is he doing here? I don't think it's enough. What else do you want? How do you want to humiliate him?