Therapy Planet No. 13

George thought the voice he heard that day was his own delusion.

Dead white lights and spherical closed buildings made him completely lose his judgment on time and space.

On the first day, he could barely judge how much time had passed by timing the nutrient solution.

George knew that the nutrient solution used so frequently was not to keep him alive. If it was just to keep him alive, those demons could inject a concentrated version of the potion at one time, which would ensure that he would not have to eat for at least a month.

But these demons did not.

Three hours, two hours, one hour, one day, seven minutes, fifty-six seconds…

George tried to record the timing of the feedings, but he was surprised to find that each injection was not a fixed frequency.

What's even more frightening is that with the injection of "nutrient solution", he did not increase any feeling of fullness, but hunger was on the rise.

The second injection, the cold liquid pierced into the blood vessel, followed by a feeling that was completely opposite to the body's perception.

Soft and soft, George seemed to hear the bells that accompanied his childhood prayers with his buddies.

The tangy aroma, the unknown wildflowers, the colorful sky, the howling wind, the beautiful rain, the pleasure of flying in the clouds, and even the pleasure of gun smoke when shooting with a gun...

This is an experience that he did not have in his ten years of ascetic life before, or in other words, all the beautiful experiences were concentrated at the same moment.

dreaming?

maybe.

The joy in the dream can make him completely forget the hunger and pain in his body. After he barely woke up from the dream, George clearly knew that it was wrong.

poison.

He heard the priest in the church talk about this kind of evil that spreads outside.

This kind of thing can easily destroy the will of man, turn man into a walking dead without faith, and make man submit to the feet of demons and heathens...

But every time he realized this, what awaited him was the next round of larger and stronger injections.

Occasionally those two demons would appear, but they never asked any questions, and even gave him no chance to roar. Every appearance meant more inhumane physical torture, and there was nothing else.

The first injection, George will feel guilty.

But by the second, third time...

At some point, George began to look forward to never waking up from this wonderful dream.

...he won't give in to the devil...but at least give him a moment to breathe...

***

"How many days have passed?"

At the dining table, Angel was eating the best lamb chops "donated" by the readers of the newspaper office. He slowly swallowed the tender mutton in his mouth, took up the red wine at hand, and knocked on the wine bottle. The glass made a few crisp snaps.

"...are you talking to me?"

Huo Wen, who was running errands, was a little dazed. He was helping to organize the latest news.

Zong Shili and Yue Ge left in a hurry early in the morning, Dong Yang was taken to run errands, Angel took the editor-in-chief's seat as a matter of course, and successfully realized her dream of eating at the dining table.

As for Louie...

Huo Wen didn't understand. With such a small newspaper office, remote and no one, how could she wander in front of a pile of newspapers and magazines with great interest for several days, almost every corner no less than three times. I didn't take a rag to clean it.

"You're the only one here, who do you think I'm talking to?"

Angel placed the leftover lamb bones neatly on the dinner plate, cut the large pieces into small pieces, and tried hard to put them into a piece of art, and answered as a matter of course.

"...Three days."

Huo Wen sorted the news that had just been sent to the device into categories, glanced at the time, and said with certainty, "It's been three days since you occupied our theater."

Angel pinched his fingers and counted: "Yeah, it's been three days, and the person who has been injected with 'ice tea' for three consecutive days still hasn't died?"

"Iced tea" is a jargon, and it is currently one of the most powerful varieties in the black market. It is said that one injection will take more than a month before the next injection.

The excitement is of course multiplied, but it is also the most destructive to the body, heart, especially the spirit, so few people dare to try this level of things.

"The young man is young and his physical strength is good!" Angel praised sincerely.

It's not that Huo Wen has never seen ruthless people since he was a child, but this is the first time he has seen such a person who doesn't take people seriously.

Aware of the boy's "dare to be angry and not to speak out", Angel smiled and slowly pushed a small piece of lamb bone forward with a fork: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't say I'm a good person."

The lamb bones were placed in the ideal position.

"...But I didn't say I was a bad person."

Angel tilted his head and seriously gave himself a fair evaluation: "But I am considerate! Generally speaking, as long as I am comfortable, I am very willing to help others."

Huo Wen: "..." He believes this sentence is a ghost!

"Okay, it's time." Angel put down the knife and fork in his hand, and made a crisp sound on the porcelain plate, "If we don't show up again, our little cutie will really go crazy."

Angel stood up from the chair while speaking.

She moved the wooden chair back for a while, and made a slight scratching sound. Lu Yi heard the sound outside the door, and decisively pushed the door and entered: "Are you going?"

"I like to see cute faces up close."

Angel showed an innocent smile: "No one is not interested in their own artwork."

Her gaze shifted to the projection in the corner.

The specific situation in the interrogation room was broadcast live there all the time.

The person tied to the chair can no longer be seen, the clothes that are in the way have long been peeled off, and the large chunks of skin that have been whipped make him look like a rag doll.

The originally delicate facial features exude a fatally broken beauty in the pool of dried blood.

George's head was slightly lowered, and he seemed to be immersed in his thoughts all the time, neither roaring wildly nor making slight noises.

If it weren't for the nano-detection implanted in his body that broadcasts his heart rate in real time, no one would think that such a body is still alive.

"Prayers tied to chairs."

Angel sang it like an aria, and asked: "What do you think of this name? Is it too long? Do you need me to think of a shorter one?"

Lu Yi coughed lightly, noncommittal.

She took off the coat from the hanger and put it on Angel: "If you go out, be careful of catching a cold."

Angel's smile was dangerously cold: "Are you ready?"

With the previous experience, Huo Wen immediately raised his head and replied, "Find, find."

The little boy was hesitant, looking like Angel's expression was a little scared: "As you said, I found it from Lin Yun Street, her name is—"

"Very good." Angel rubbed Hoven's head in praise and interrupted him, "The name doesn't matter. This is the first time you've been to a place like this? But you'll get used to it later."

She looked up and down the body of the teenager who was about to enter adolescence, and said with a smile, "Who wouldn't love a beautiful body?"

Linyun Street, the largest red light district in the hyperspace port.

***

When George was injected with "ice tea" again, he calmly accepted it.

He felt that his physical strength was rapidly passing, and his spirit became dull.

But he still desperately needed something to escape reality.

The cold liquid slowly flowed in the blood vessels, and soon, he felt a subtle difference from the past.

It seems that the injection content this time is more...

Manic?

The blood began to surge at a terrifying speed. George only felt a nameless fire ignited all over his body. His body, which had not moved for a long time, quickly couldn't hold back. His eyes were red, and this strange and irritable force was pressing in his body. The need to find an outlet.

Ascetic practice since childhood made him unfamiliar with this kind of power.

If it is the effect of "ice tea", he had heard a little in class before, but he had never been exposed to this knowledge.

Unfamiliarity breeds anxiety, and anxiety breeds fear.

He instinctively struggled on the chair, but found that the chains that bound him before had all disappeared.

George felt uneasy at the same time and was overjoyed. He stood up from the chair with a "swipe" sound. He didn't move for too long, his muscles were terribly stiff, his knees went soft, and he knelt forward on the ground with a thud.

He saw a pair of bare feet.

Snow-white, clean, without a trace of variegation.

The ignorant and dazed Paladin slowly raised his head and saw a thrilling face.

The most terrifying thing is that her body exudes a fatal temptation, as if all the rushing power in her body has found an outlet.

Is it a dream? Or reality?

In reality, there are only demons, so there should be no such angels, right?

Could it be that... God finally heard his prayer, and this was a reward for his faithfulness before he died?

He subconsciously touched the existence in front of him, and sure enough, it was even more beautiful than expected.

If it was redemption before death, then he would rather never wake up.

***

"Tsk, so I said the boy's body is pretty good."

Angel looked coldly at the man on the screen who was venting the most primitive way to the woman.

After a moment, she looked away: "Forget it, men and women are nothing to look at."

Angel pushed Lu Yi with a smile, and pushed Lu Yi halfway to the gray wall: "I still prefer to see you than those..."

Her tone was provocative and natural, and her gaze was like a needle, directly provoking all the secrets hidden under the fabric.

Lu Yi ignored her, but he didn't stop her, his attitude could be called connivance.

"Is this your way?"

"Humans need rituals. The sense of ritual makes oneself awake, strong, and self-disciplined. For example, eating and sleeping are a type of ritual. Religion is especially important." Angel kissed Lu Yi's lips thinly and sucked her On his lips, the tip of his tongue slowly twirled around the edge, and his tone was vague, "This is also."

Lu Yihou hugged Angel's waist, gave a soft hum, and motioned her to continue.

"I only did one thing to let my friend see the truth."

Angel's voice sounded finely, like beads scattered on the ground, and like drops of wax that were about to fall: "That is, breaking the ritual."

Lu Yi put his arms around her waist, turned around suddenly, and pushed Angel back against the wall.

"Yes, like this." Angel smiled in praise.

"What did you give me?" Lu Yi's breathing was a little short.

Angel's voice was like a licking flame, and like some kind of cub, scratching his palm lightly.

"That medicine is very famous, and it doesn't hurt the body. Anyway, it's idle time. Instead of watching others do it, why not try it yourself?"

Lu Yi held Angel's head angrily, pressing his body down, every inch of his skin pressed against each other.

Fingers, lips, chest, legs.

It almost melted into a puddle of water.

Angel suddenly whispered something in Lui's ear from the ventilation gap, but Lui didn't want to care anymore.

"I just broke her ritual and then killed her with my own hands."

Angel's hand scratched a deep blood mark on Lui's back, "Do you know why?"

"You are mine." Angel bit Lui's neck, "Silois is not loyal to anyone, we are only loyal to ourselves, to please ourselves, to own ourselves... You are mine, Lui, you are mine ."

Lui was just silent and did not speak.

And you are loyal to me, please me, have me.

The language seemed extremely pale at the moment, and the collision of the flesh smashed everything into pieces.

Including reason, faith, remnants of humanity, and vague morality.

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