sunset melting gold

Darkness enveloped the vast and boundless snowfield, and the villas hidden among the pine forests were dimly lit.

Fang Shiqiu opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was a chaotic black and gray covering his pupils like a film.

He blinked and raised his finger again. The medicine injected into his body earlier seemed to have expired, and the paralyzed perception was gradually returning.

The consciousness immersed in the darkness was awakened by mechanically stiff movements, the muscles and nerves were pulled and entangled, and the long-lasting pain quietly spread in the sleeping body.

The overbent legs were weak and weak, and there were bursts of scorching pain under the tailbone. The stinging pain like needles hovered in the dull brain, forcing the body and consciousness that were in urgent need of recuperation to stay awake.

Pain, tiredness, cold...

All the negative feelings that Fang Shiqiu could think of were scrambling to occupy his body, wandering continuously between bones and muscles, grinding sensitive nerves like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

They are like living creatures that can breathe, parasitic between the flesh and bones, multiplying and expanding with the frequency of the heartbeat, competing with his consciousness for territory.

Fang Shiqiu lay on the bed with his eyes closed, panting softly, with an uncontrollable groan in his dry throat, his chest heaved up and down slightly, his eyelashes and fingers resting on the thin blanket trembled slightly due to pain.

The sheets under him have been changed again, and the tentacles are soft and clean, without the uncomfortable feeling of sticking dry blood.

However, I don't know if it's hallucinations or other places are stained with blood, Fang Shiqiu's nasal cavity can always smell a strong smell of iron rust soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

The smell of blood surrounded him, invisible hands stretched along the throat and into the stomach, clutching the fragile organs.

The intense nausea and discomfort overwhelmed the pain at that moment.

He wanted to turn over to avoid the uncomfortable smell, his over-injected arm was so soft that he couldn't use any strength, and he rubbed on the bed sheet randomly, unable to support the weight of his body at all.

Can't move.

Fang Shiqiu fell back to the original position without strength, and the thin blanket covering his body slipped from his chest during the struggle, and rolled up and piled up on his waist, revealing his scarred body.

His neck and chest were covered with bruises left by Liang Ming, and there were terrifying blood spots in the large bruises.

The bite mark around the bruise had scabbed over, and the coagulated blood was firmly branded on the wound, like the seal of an ancient nobleman on his private property.

In the middle of the night in the snow field, black snow kept falling, and the lightly falling snowflakes faded little by little, and finally fell to the ground, submerged in the snow several meters deep.

The smog lingering in the mountains covered the galaxy hanging in the night sky, and the dark moon merged with the night.

But Fang Shiqiu couldn't see it, and couldn't see it.

He stared at the ceiling, trying to make out its boundaries from the darkness.

There was no longer Liang Ming's figure in the room, and there was no fire from the fireplace or the sound of firewood crackling. The pitch-black room was so quiet that one could clearly hear the slight trill of breathing.

I don't know how long the fire in the fireplace has been extinguished. The thermostat controls the temperature of the room at around 24 degrees, which is not considered cold, but only covered with a thin blanket, Fang Shiqiu still can't feel any warmth.

His body was riddled with holes from Liang Ming's torment, his proper sensory ability lost its precision, and his feedback on temperature and pain was always disordered.

However, the brain that just woke up from drowsiness received too much stimulation at the moment of struggle, unable to process such complicated information, and soon clamored to suspend its operation.

Fang Shiqiu looked at the darkness that was constantly engulfing his vision, and let out a sigh that was too light to hear clearly from his throat.

The sunrise on the snow mountain came earlier than Fang Shiqiu expected.

When he fell into a drowsy sleep and woke up again, a round of red sun was rising from the endless wilderness and snow-capped mountains, embellished on the towering mountain tops.

The rising sun tore through the haze, burned out the snowstorm before dawn, flowed slowly down the ridge, and landed on Fang Shiqiu over the glass.

He watched the darkness encroaching on the room gradually recede under the sunlight, revealing the original layout of the room.

Wood-colored beams hang overhead, and the glass windows that have been ravaged by wind and snow for several days are covered with a layer of white mist, casting a faint halo on the sofa and bed sheets under the windows.

The raging snowstorm has stopped, the pale snow is plated with gold, the bare rocks are branded dark red, and everything in the snow-capped mountains becomes warm under the sun.

Fang Shiqiu stroked the ripples on the bed sheet, feeling the burning of his chest and collarbone.

He likes to lie on the bed and look up at the sunrise of the snow-capped mountains, and he likes the feeling of the sun falling on his body.

Whenever the sun rises, the hot golden light gnaws away at his flesh and blood inch by inch, from skin to bones, and the rotten flesh that was rolled up in the middle of the night will be reduced to ashes in the sunlight.

But that was just his fantasy.

Fang Shiqiu woke up many times at sunrise, his brain imagined countless imaginary scenes, and his body felt the scorching heat of the sun under the induction of consciousness, but the pain in fantasy and expectation never turned into reality.

Sunrise is the gentlest and most insignificant thing in the snow-capped mountains.

The sunlight didn't take away anything, his flesh and internal organs were still there, but they became fragile under Liang Ming's torture.

Fang Shiqiu lay in the sun, looking at the pine forest in the distance through the white mist on the glass.

The sunny pine trees shed their white snow, revealing dark green leaves, while dark red roses bloomed on the shady thick skeletons.

The dark brown-edged flowers snaked along the branches to the cedar beams of the room.

Before Fang Shiqiu had time to see them clearly, the closed door suddenly made a "babbling" sound like the opening line of a horror game.

He followed the prestige and saw the devil who dominated the whole game.

Liang Ming stood by the door, and the dumb girl who was in charge of taking care of him followed behind him with a tray.

The moment their eyes met, Fang Shiqiu saw a malicious smile on Liang Min's face.

"Qiuqiu woke up."

The devil's murmur fell, and the roses on the pine branches withered instantly, and the petals lay scattered on the ground, turning into a pool of blood on the white snow.

Liang Min sat by the bed, pressing Fang Shiqiu's bloody needlepoint with his fingertips.

He held a syringe filled with pink liquid in his hand, and the slender needle shone cold silver in the sunlight.

The mute girl stood in a corner, watching Fang Shiqiu secretly from where Liang Ming could not see.

"Does Qiuqiu still hurt?" Liang Ming asked.

Fang Shiqiu leaned on the soft pillow, looked at the syringe slowly approaching him, and shook his head slightly.

He can't cry out that it hurts, even if it hurts so much that he can't make any sound, he must never nod when Liang Ming asks a question, otherwise he will be punished more severely.

Fang Shiqiu answered the question obediently, but Liang Ming felt bored again.

He pinched Fang Shiqiu's wrist, and the cold needle of the syringe stuck to the skin and slowly pierced into the blue blood vessel, pushing the pink medicine into it.

A strangely colored liquid flowed into the body, and a terrifying chill shot straight from the injection site to Fang Shiqiu's heart.

At that moment, all the active and deliberately suppressed feelings in his body completely calmed down, and the fear of Liang Ming disappeared immediately.

Since he was locked in this room, Liang Ming injected him with many medicines, antibiotics, hallucinogens, tranquilizers, and some things that were prohibited from being abused.

Fang Shiqiu did not reject injections of drugs, except for the first few times.

When he was injected with the medicine for the first time, he had severe allergies and rejection reactions, but after a long adaptation period, he accepted the medicine both physically and mentally.

The unknown medicine blocks the connection between the body and the brain, distorts the feedback from the nerves, and follows the blood flow to infect every cell in the body.

The sense organs degenerate and disappear for a short time, and the body's self-protection mechanism fails. Fang Shiqiu doesn't hate this feeling.

Patience and thinking have become a thing of the past. He no longer needs to endure pain, and no longer needs to plan to escape. He only needs to put his consciousness and body under the control of drugs, accept his fate numbly, and be an obedient toy.

It took less than 10 minutes for the medicine to be pushed into the body, Fang Shiqiu's eyes gradually lost sight, and Liang Ming also threw away the injection contentedly.

The syringe fell into the metal tray, and the crisp sound instantly echoed in the silent room, and the mute woman standing in the corner tightly clenched the corner of her clothes.

The culprit held Fang Shiqiu in his arms.

Liang Ming caressed Fang Shiqiu's thin back, kissed his warm earlobe, and whispered, "The snow has stopped."

"Qiuqiu has been very obedient recently, you can go downstairs for a walk."

Taking medicine and injections obediently, obeying and pleasing himself, the arrogance and indifference of the past can no longer be seen in Fang Shiqiu today.

He was tamed very docile, and he didn't try to escape like when he was first imprisoned. Liang Ming decided to reward him with a small reward.

Fang Shiqiu was half hugged and half hugged and sat up, his limp body leaned against Liang Min's body weakly, staring at the white mist on the window with a dull expression.

The two of them warmed up for a moment in an intimate posture, and Liang Ming, who was uncertain about the weather, had another attack.

He pinched Fang Shiqiu's jawbone and forced him to raise his head, frowning and asked displeasedly, "Where is Qiuqiu's answer?"

Fang Shiqiu was immersed in the tranquility brought by the medicine, but was suddenly awakened by the pain, and stared at Liang Ming with wide and empty eyes.

After a while, he said softly, "...I know."

"I will be obedient, Liang Ming."

"I will listen to Liang Ming."

Fang Shiqiu repeated it over and over again with a hoarse voice.