Sweetheart,Don't run away

She was forced to take pleasure, and suddenly felt how humble she was, why she was so weak that she could not even maintain her self-esteem, why she had to bear such bullying.

They are not over, they are not separated, they don't matter. Why do they have to be like this? She feels tired, and the pain in her body is far less than that in her heart.

It hurts. It really hurts.

A man is like a cat in love. He acts recklessly on her, but she feels uncomfortable. She wants to end it, but he refuses. Why is it like this? How can a good thing become like this.

Why did he do this? It's different from rape.

The end, as if all returned to calm, only the man's breathing is still in his ears, tears have confused his eyes, breathing a little bit of recovery, as if he had been dead.

When the man got up, despair flashed through her mind.

"Don't look like this. You are mine. I just use my things. It doesn't matter. Besides, your body has been used for a long time. I don't mind. Don't think you have much value. Look at you now. You look pale. People don't know, and think I abuse you."

Mo Yanke raised the corner of his mouth coldly, as if he didn't see everything.

Aimeng didn't answer. As if I couldn't hear you, Mo Yanke continued to say, "I'm tired of using your body today, but I'll come again. You'd better know that you're my man. Don't sleep with other men easily. I heard that you think I'm going to collapse, so I changed people immediately. That's what you said. That's very good. I'll let you see what happens to you. "

Then she turns around and opens the door to leave. Aimeng doesn't know how Mo Yanke came in. She seems to be able to get in and out of here freely. She doesn't know why he can know that she is here. Her news here seems to be blocked. Few people know, so why does Mo Yanke know.

Maybe that man's strength is something she doesn't know.

Looking at the direction he left, it seemed that everything was calm. If it wasn't for the mess on the bed and the smell in the air, she even doubted that it was a dream just now. A real dream.

Her body seemed to have been severely beaten, and she didn't even know where the pain was. Most of the pillow was wet, and it was her tears.

Forced to endure the pain of her body, she tried her best to get up from the bed. She just moved her body as if it was going to kill her. The pain of her lower body made her forehead sweating and grabbed the sheet. She stood up and went to the bathroom.

Every step I take, I feel like my body is torn. Looking at the pale self in the mirror, naked body in the air, mottled bruises everywhere. Blood can still be seen there. He was so cruel that he wanted to destroy her like this. He said he wanted to strangle her. Yes, since he hated her so much.

Then she let him do what he wanted. Anyway, it was a burden to live. Even if she lived, she didn't want to live this kind of life.

If living every day is not happy, every day so painful, she would rather not live. It's not his business to die. She doesn't have to bear his humiliation or look at anyone's eyes.

She didn't care. The only concern is that she hopes Xiaole can be happy. However, Shen Luo should be very kind to her. In fact, she envies them very much. However, she estimates that she can't have such happiness in her life. Since she and Mo Yanke, she has never had it. All the opportunities should have been lost.

In the mirror, her eyes were red and swollen, full of terrible blood; her face was as white as a piece of unused white paper, her lips were ravaged to red and swollen, with traces of blood. People are not like people and ghosts are not like ghosts. There's no human like this.

Anyway, there is no one to love and care about. Anyway, he said that he would like to strangle her. If he did, she could finish it herself.

There is a fruit knife in the bathroom. She remembers that she brought it from the kitchen downstairs the day before yesterday. Thinking about eating some fruit, maybe it was just right. She reached out and gently picked it up. The knife is always sharp. In fact, she is very afraid of pain. She has been afraid of pain and blood since she was a child, but now she doesn't know how brave she can be. The knife is put on her wrist, just a little, and it cuts a long wound.

Blood, drop by drop, came out. She looked at it in a daze, but suddenly she laughed foolishly, and she was so coquettish.

Regardless of the blood dripping on her hand, she went to the room and took the clothes that she brought out when she came out. They were her own clothes, which her father bought for her before. She brought them out when she left home at that time. My father should not blame her.

She didn't really want to be like this. She really didn't have nostalgia.

After wearing the clothes, I found out the mobile phone, which didn't work for several days. Fortunately, there was a shop. I endured the pain and sent a short message to Xiaole. Xiaole is the best person to her in the world except her father.The content of the message is very simple, "Xiaole, I'm going to leave. Maybe I'm not suitable for this place. I'm tired. I hope you and Shen Luo will be happy and have a good time with my happiness.

After sending successfully, the mobile phone was turned off and the card was thrown into the garbage can. The mobile phone is still on the table, because it's not her thing. Mo Yanke bought the mobile phone. It's his thing. She doesn't want anything from him. She seems to have lost hope in this world.

Only that mobile phone card is her own thing. She can throw it away recklessly. No one will use it anyway. She can't take this kind of thing away. The only thing she can take away is herself.

She was tired, tired, such a life does not want to continue, she felt tired, tired.

The wound on the hand seems to be deep, and the blood flow is more severe. Her consciousness is more and more unclear, as if in a daze, want to sleep.

This time, she can sleep for a long time, and then never wake up, never face Mo Yanke, never face those ugly people, she can go to a better world, where there should be dad.

She laughed in despair.

The tears in the corner of her eyes fell a little bit, but she no longer had the strength to open her eyes, she wanted to sleep, really tired. Is this the end of it.