the castration plan

A faint yellowish flame jumped out from the deep red candle, slowly heating the colorless and transparent block crystals in the cigarette paper.

"The top guy in Sicily, ninety-nine pure." Roman held Omega's face, breathed pleasantly and affectionately, and wetly pounced on Bemuir's lips, "Let me feed you, my kitten."

For those who are familiar with it, the slightly bitter and astringent smell of methamphetamine is heaven within reach.

Baymuir tilted his head and raised his eyes weakly: "No skating."

Roman smiled, and while puffing out the clouds, elegantly rolled the marijuana leaves into the wrapper.This is Moroccan hash and has the highest purity of THC of any cannabis product.

"We quit marijuana a long time ago," Baymuir said after a while.

But the intoxicating smell had long since permeated the room, and Baymuir felt that he was suffering from an annoying high fever, and the rose-colored cloud on his face grew bigger and bigger, and his body wrapped in the wide eiderdown quilt , more and more like a gorgeous fish.

"You don't want to wake up at all, do you? You have suppressed all the hysteria in your heart for too long, and your tired mind needs to rest." Roman's nose touched his cheek, then rubbed some fresh soot, and gently wiped it on On Omega's soft lips, "You love to be true to your own desires, and I will always be with you unconditionally, Myboy."

Alpha's voice is as cold as metal but gentle and whispering wind, and the loving tenderness like the sun is like God caring for him with the eyes of love, giving him light in his hands, it is very easy for people to have the illusion of wanting to rely on.

As if a heart had been ripped off, Baymuir closed his eyes.

Within a minute or two of inhaling the drug, the anxiety and irritability came vaguely, but immediately entered a refreshing period, making people feel particularly stable and comfortable. Everything in this world is full of happiness, so they become cheerful and even begin to feel refreshed. They talk eloquently, especially wanting someone to listen to them attentively.

"Roman..." Bemuir's green eyes trembled faintly, his body was as white as a corpse soaked in wine, his words were completely broken and fragmented, "You killed a lot of people...you are an evil lunatic, you have committed a heinous crime ...I'm not like you...you left me..."

"But you just like me chasing you like this, don't you? Isn't it you who opened the door to me tonight and hoped that I would bring you down in pain? You are still a bad boy who is dishonest. "Roman laughed lowly, "No one understands you like I do. I have wanted to commit suicide for a long time, right? You need me to give you a new life, just like the day you saw the sun from the basement ten years ago."

"You like to watch the powerful Alpha think you are morbidly crazy like a religious radical, like a father who loves his children infinitely. And that Mr. Lu is too rational and easy to handle, which makes you unable to deliver any sense of security and trust. , Reminds you of the childhood when you never got a reliable father's love."

"The difference is that you broke my leg in Dunkirk, and I'm still obedient to you, obsessed with you." Roman pressed a finger to his lips On the floor, the voice was lowered, "It doesn't matter, you can even take my heart. Because my soul has surrendered to you, the body is naturally at your mercy."

"Isurrender, Bermuel, to you alone." Each of his words may also contain a little opium, filling the listener's heart with all kinds of sincere promises, and the hallucinogenic effect is stronger than any substance.

The current brought by the increasingly high concentration of drugs rushed straight to the temple, and Baymuir saw a kaleidoscope of colorful and gorgeous colors, surrounded by ghosts like ghosts.He fell into a peaceful spiritual world, tightly closed his lips, and only wanted to immerse himself in his own world alone.

"My good boy, you obviously don't have to grow up forever, you can have all the supreme privileges, just like when I fell in love with you at first sight when I was 11 years old."

Roman lay on his side and hugged him from behind, his cold hands slowly moved up along his smooth waist: "At that time, your neck was like a freshly twirled violet branch, and your hair was like a golden ebony lilac. harp, and the dipper is but a few drops of dew on a scepter when your eyes cry, and I have never seen anything from heaven match your beauty brighter than the sun. You are a god of beauty who fell into the world."

"I love you, the only thing that remains the same is that I will never leave you." Roman's lips pressed against Omega's forehead, as if floating down some kind of blessing and promise, "I love the green pompom on your little shoes Carrying all my kissing dreams, your sharp and white arms are like sharp and lovely ceramic knives, and your delicate pink nails always scratch the lace nightdress with lotus petals."

"Good boy, go change into a small skirt, let me take a good look at how beautiful you are, okay?" Roman bewitched with a magnetic voice.

Under the rush of pleasure that was similar to waves of orgasms, Bemuir's brain cells were shattered, and his spirit was so calm that he sank to the bottom of the sea calmly, like a newborn or dying state.

But his body was extremely restless, as if he had fallen into an absurd broken dream all night, his desire was wet to the base of his eyelashes, and the poisonous snake tattoo on his back was slowly moving like a huge black rose.