Prisoner's Diary

It's already the limit.

The body seems to be overdrawn, and it is extravagant to even move.

The eyes also felt a little hard to open, and breathing seemed to be a little difficult.

The lunatic didn't leave yesterday, but spread a blanket on the other side and fell asleep.

He seemed happy to hear me say that word.

The mouth is very dry and the lips are also chapped due to lack of water.

With the thought of giving it a try, he opened and closed his mouth, forcing out a word from his throat.

"One"

Just one word makes my throat hurt and now I just hope that maniac can hear me.

Men are particularly sensitive to the word "one".

He was still lying on the ground, but suddenly sat up and looked at me.

I pointed to my mouth, wanting to mouth to tell him to give me some food or water.

This is all my strength.

Lowering my hands, I slowly closed my eyes.Now for me, even opening my eyes is a laborious thing.

Vaguely, I could see the man walking towards me with a panicked expression on his face.

Yeah, it wouldn't do him any good if I died.

I closed my eyes, panting.

Suddenly, the originally dry lips were moistened.

water?Is it water?

Finally able to drink water.

Something slippery entered the mouth.I suck greedily.

The long-term hunger and thirst made me lose the ability to judge, and I relied on instinct to absorb and accept.

Gradually opened his eyes.

What happened before my eyes made me unimaginable.

But the eyes the man looked at me were so real.

I was kissed.

Kissed by a man!

This madman who kidnapped me!