Flying Gulls Never Land

I dreamt about the cat again.

Orange, will be around the feet of Sheng min gull meow The cat.

Go up the stairs to the dark hallway. The sun shines in from the small window at the end and becomes the only light source in the corridor.

The doors on both sides of the house were closed, and most of the residents had not returned home at this time.

The soles cross the concrete floor and stop in front of the third door on the right side of the aisle.

The door, which should have been closed tightly at this time, slightly opened a slit, and bright light was transmitted from it, forming a dazzling white on the dark ground.

Maybe Sheng min Ou left in a hurry in the morning and didn't pay attention to lock the door. Thinking like this, I held the handle of the door and gently pushed it open.

The room is still clean, the white window screen flutters with the wind, and the air current blows a strange smell to me, some fishy and some smelly, which makes me frown unconsciously.

Searching around, I quickly found the source of the smell - a white gift box on the seagull's bed.

The gift box is about the size of a ten inch cake. It's tied with a lovely pink ribbon and a small card attached to it.

I knew I shouldn't have seen it. Although at that time, I had already understood my feelings for Shengmin gull, but Shengmin gull only regarded me as an adopted brother who grew up with no blood relationship, a little sticky and a little annoying.

He has the right to associate with anyone, to like anyone, and, of course, to be pursued by others.

It's normal. It's inevitable. I said this to myself again and again, repeating this sentence silently. But the strong desire for monopoly and jealousy still hit my heart, which made my words and deeds strange, or chose to pick up the card.

You seem to like it. 】

the handwriting on the card is scribbled and wild, and the signature is a single word "Yang".

Qiyang. I thought of him almost instantly.

Throwing away the card, I gritted my teeth to untie the pink ribbon that was tied into a perfect bow.

I want to see what he's up to!

I took a deep breath, held the lid in both hands and opened it.

I had imagined that some of the things that might be in the boxes, books, bouquets, or expensive luxury items, were generally gifts that matched the minnow.

But I didn't think there was a dead cat in it.

The little, thin orange cat curled up in the box, its abdomen was sliced open with a sharp blade, its turbid eyes were half open, and its long tongue was askew. I don't know how long it died. The bad smell came from its corpse smell.

This scene had a great impact on me. I was stiff there, because I was too shocked, but I didn't move.

Those bloody organs flooded the gift box, filled my vision, stirred my nerves, and stimulated my stomach spasms.

I couldn't help overlapping the cat with my 10-year-old father.

At the funeral, the adults whispered and said in a pitiful tone, "what a pity. I heard that the whole lower part of the body was smashed, and my intestines flowed all over the floor."

"When they were sent to the hospital, the doctor said it was no good. It's a pity that he has two sons, the youngest is only ten years old... "

"You don't know? The big one had no blood relationship with them. He had brought it back from the welfare home. Houxiangping, who was pregnant with a baby, wanted to send it back, but Lao Lu refused. You see, now she's called Xiangping to raise two sons by herself. How can she live these days... "

"Yes, it's difficult to remarry. It's too evil..."

The father in the transparent coffin was surrounded by cheap artificial flowers, covered with a bright red brocade quilt. His gray face was lifelike, better than when he was alive.

Staring at that familiar and strange face, ears filled with irrelevant gossip, I anxiously looked at Sheng min gull, and quietly held his palm hanging on his side.

He glanced at me with a sidelong glance. The hand that used to shake off was still held by me.

The sudden death, the extreme blood, even the thick liquid under the box, was like the blood under my father's hospital bed that day.

Without looking in the mirror, I knew that my face must be extremely ugly. For a few seconds, I didn't even notice that I was holding my breath.

But at this time, suddenly a black, a pair of cool hands from behind covered my eyes.

In an instant, a layer of goose bumps appeared in the back of my neck. My heart suddenly trembled, and the box cover on my hand fell off. I struggled subconsciously, like a cat whose tail was trampled on.

"It's me."

Just two words, tone is not urgent and not slow, even not too much emotion, but let me stop all of a sudden struggle.

"Brother?"

In the dark, my heart, squeezed into a ball, stretched out a little strangely. Sheng min gull hands and fingers of fresh soap and a little disinfectant over the smell of corpse, successfully soothed my disordered heartbeat.

Fingertips fumbled for that hand, and had not had time to confirm more. The next moment, that hand forced a hook, pressed my eyes and took me back.

"Go out and stay."I was dizzy and turned around. When I took my hand away from my eyes, I found myself far away from the bed and stood facing the door.

"Brother..."

I look back, Sheng min gull back to me, tall body completely covered the gift box on the bed.

"Get out." Sheng min gull head did not return to order, do not allow me to have any objection.

I pursed my lips or retreated to the door.

Teenagers don't have a long memory. Although they were scared to sweat and scolded Qi Yang's neuropathy for thousands of times, I stood in the corridor for a while, but I couldn't help my curiosity and curiosity. I peeped into the room again along the crack of the door.

Sheng min Ou leaned over to pick up the box cover on the bed. I could not see his expression because of his back to the door, but obviously he was not frightened. Unlike me, he seemed not surprised that there would be a dead cat in his bed, amazingly calm from the beginning to the end.

He seemed to want to close the lid of the box, but on the way, he suddenly came to a standstill, holding a posture and did not move again. It was like a well functioning video recorder suddenly jammed.

His shoulders trembled, and I could hear heavy breathing in the still space.

He seems to be repressing something, as if he is enduring something, and in the torment of the stalemate, he finally made a choice.

When the video came back to work, he moved, put the lid aside, and then leaned down, putting his hands in the box.

From my point of view, I can only see his hand moving all the time, but I can't see what he has done.

This behavior is really strange, I am full of doubts, the more anxious I want to find out.

Just when I wanted to push the door wider and look more carefully, Sheng min gull straightened up, slightly side over the body, and put his hands stained with blood in the sun.

The long and bony palm of his hand was turning. He looked at his hands holding sunshine and blood. His eyes were filled with ecstasy.

Clearly in the light, but his whole body is like a cage can not get close to the dark.

My heart suddenly returned to the tight state. Before he found out, I quickly took back my sight, put my back against the wall, and gasped and swallowed my saliva.

I think of the pictures in the book, the nonsense of Qi Yang, and even the blood on which Sheng min Ou stood when my father died

At that moment, I suddenly realized that killing the cat was not Qi Yang's threat and clamor to Sheng min ou. It was a gift he gave him, which was to please and please.

As Qi Yang said, he knows what he likes.

“…… Your eyes are like wolves. They are wild

"You can scream here..."

"Help..."

"Will you kill me?"

“…… Your eyes are like wolves. They are wild

……

"You can scream here..."

……

“…… Your eyes are like wolves. They are wild

……

"Will you kill me?"

……

"Help..."

There are repeated conversations in my ears, but I can't remember what it is.

I was at a loss looking for the source of the sound, and the dark corridor twisted and twisted into a whirlpool, sucking me into a hot lava.

I screamed, my body was ablaze and my skin burned.

It's too hot. It's so hot that I'm crazy. I can only find something that can save myself and run around blindly.

Just when I felt that I was about to be burned to death, a sea suddenly appeared in front of me. It was deep blue and cool. I didn't want to jump in.

The fire was quickly put out, and I floated on the water, relieved, but the waves were getting bigger and bigger, pounding me hard, as if to break my skeleton.

Swaying spray

Aching muscles

When I opened my eyes, there was darkness in front of me. Something blinded my eyes.

Hesitating to remove the thing, and further found that his hands were bound, what's more, I had something tied to my feet.

Hands together, legs apart, I was fixed in a kneeling position It should be the object of the bed.

Behind me came the constant strong impact, every time in the burning of my anger, I am a man's dignity.

In this case, I can understand what's going on with my knees.

"Fuck Your mother... " I swore hoarsely, and my voice was interrupted by uncontrollable force, "you, despicable man, let me go..."

The man behind me was not timid and restrained because of my soberness. On the contrary, his action became more rough.

Holding my waist and crotch tightly, as if laughing at my powerlessness, he bent down and bit me on the side of the neck, like a wild animal tearing at the flesh of its prey.

I snorted in pain, gritted my teeth, and did not allow myself to utter any humiliating sound.There was liquid rolling down his neck, and I had no doubt that it was the blood he had bitten out.

"You There is a kind of Don't let me know, well, who are you... "

My forehead was against the wrist, and my body was constantly moving. Luo Zhengyun's medicine made me unconscious. I didn't have any strength on my body. However, my body surface was burning hot and sensitive.

Even the skin and bed sheet such a small friction, will let me have unbearable itching.

"I want to Ah, kill you... " Clearly full of hate, can say words, even I feel weak. It's not like a homicide warning. It's more like a coquettish in bed.

The man who violated me never said a word, only when I scolded me badly, he suddenly pushed into the deepest part of my body to make me cry out for joy.

The happier the body, the more shameful the heart.

If I had a knife in hand, I would not hesitate to poke into the man behind me, and then chop two or two pieces of meat from his body to feed the dog.

My thigh muscles were shaking. If it wasn't for the man who held me up, I would fall to the bed immediately.

I have some regrets about waking up in the middle of the process, and it's better for him to rape his body than for me to suffer physically and mentally.

With my body getting hotter and my mind far away, I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm crazy in this sensual bliss.

The voice of patience finally began to beg for mercy.

"Don't..." I straightened my chest and leaned back, trying to prop up my body, but half of it was defeated by the violent tsunami of joy and fell shivering into the bed.

The overwhelming invasion consumed all my strength and energy, and I was languishing in the dark, whispering the same words.

"Kill you Asshole... "

And the man behind him just stroked my sweat wet back from the bottom to the top, pinched my back neck, and unfolded the offensive again.

I must cut this grandson to pieces.

At the end of consciousness, this is my only thought.