Pain fetish

"How long has this estrus lasted?" Fu Zhenying raised Qi Han's chin and asked the woman next to her coldly.

"It took about three hours. The little boy who just differentiated is amazing. With such a small dose, he can be energetic until now, unlike some people."

"Yo, I can't satisfy you anymore?" He unbuttoned Qi Han's pants so that he could observe his body's reaction at any time. At the same time, he pulled the woman into his arms, pinched her slender waist and rubbed her twice.

The dying boy who was hanging in mid-air and tortured by the continuous susceptibility period has not had water or rice for ten hours, but they are still flirting with relish.

"Water..." Qi Han half-opened his eyes, and squeezed out a word from his chapped and bleeding mouth.

"I want to drink water, it's not easy."

The woman leaned over with pouted red lips, patted his face, and said with pity: "Look at our poor baby, come, tell my little mother, how do you feel now? Is this suppressant better than the previous one?" Does it work well?"

Qi Han raised his head with difficulty, revealing his bloodred right eye from the beating. The bloodshot eyeball was congested and protruding, with pus and tears flowing out.

There is no good place all over his body, with allergic rashes and bruises from beatings all over his body, making him look horrible and pitiful.

"I don't know..." The 14-year-old boy was still childish, and his tender voice was full of begging: "I'm in pain... My whole body is numb, I don't feel it anymore... Can you give me a sip of water... "

The woman seemed to have softened her heart, "Oh, poor little boy, why did you become like this, don't be afraid, I'll give you some water now."

She poured a glass of water and put it on the ground, and opened a set of lunch boxes, but deliberately threw the tableware aside, then hummed a song and untied Qi Han's hand, looking at him leisurely, "Eat, eat enough." It’s very energetic for the afternoon experiment.”

Qi Han opened his only seeing eye, glanced at the rice in the distance, and then at the woman. After a long silence, he knelt down, landed on his elbows and knees, and slowly crawled forward.

The lunch box was too far away, and he couldn't reach it anyway, so he stretched his neck desperately to reach it, his whole face was reddened by the chains, and after finally taking a bite of the rice, Fu Zhenying suddenly walked in aggressively.

"Damn you bastard! You still have the face to eat!"

He kicked over the lunch box, splashing the vegetable soup all over Qi Han's head and face, and then grabbed Qi Han's neck to pull Qi Han up, and slapped him so that he tilted his head.

"The latest data is even worse than the last potion. Are you lying? You deliberately refused to tell the truth and didn't want us to get the formula!"

"No... no... I didn't..." the boy covered his head with his arms, begging for mercy, sobbing: "I didn't lie, I really don't feel it...I can't measure it..."

"You can't detect it?" Fu Zhenying sneered, and went upstairs with the inhibitor, "Okay, then I will use your father to do the experiment and see how many shots he can hold!"

"Don't! Don't! Don't hit Dad!" Qi Han screamed and rushed over, hugged his leg, and begged incoherently: "Don't hit my dad, don't hit him, he is very old, I can't help it... I can ...I can still..."

"Is it okay now?"

Fu Zhenying slapped him on the face a few times, his face was trembling, "But I think your body really doesn't have any sensitivity, so let's take a few more injections this time."

In the next second, the woman came over with three injections of unknown type, and said affectionately, "The afternoon session has begun."

Under the dim light, her beautiful face looks like a ghost eating people, and her full red lips are like monster's bloody mouth, which will swallow people alive when she opens it.

Qi Han shook his head in a daze, and backed away in horror. The pus in his right eye turned into a yellow sticky substance, dripping down one by one, and the water that rushed out of the eye socket was also stained with blood.

"No...don't...don't hit me anymore...please...don't stab me...I, I haven't eaten yet...you promised me that I can eat..."

"Eat? If you can't find out the formula for a day, don't even think about eating!"

The ferocious executioners rushed up to hold him down. The man grabbed his two wrists that were struggling desperately, and the woman bit off the cap of the needle tube with her mouth.

Qi Han cried for help like a bird caught in a net. His shrill voice and desperate screams turned the children's room hung with basketballs and sports accessories into a purgatory on earth.

The first needle was inserted into the elbow, and Qi Han immediately started to roll his eyes, choking his neck and foaming at the mouth.

The second needle was inserted into the side of the neck, Qi Han began to kick his legs frantically, and a strong fishy smell filled the air.

He howled, pleaded, and shouted hoarsely, but those sharp needles still pierced the skin without hesitation.

The 14-year-old boy went crazy and his strength was comparable to that of a cow. He roared and broke free from Fu Zhenying's restraint, and hit the woman's face with one hand. The frustrated woman kicked him in the stomach with her high-heeled feet. The needle went into the chest.

At that moment, it was as if his stomach had been disembowelled, the severe pain hit his head, and the inhibitor pierced his chest and penetrated his heart. Qi Han screamed and jumped up, his half-opened eyes suddenly caught sight of Fu Ge's anxious face.

"Ahan! You're awake, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"……elder brother?"

Qi Han blinked in a trance, gasped and looked around, only to realize that he was lying on the bed in the bedroom, his 14-year-old body that hadn't grown up had become tall, thin and strong.

Beside him, Fu Ge was embracing him, patting his chest and softly comforting him: "Okay, don't be afraid, just wake up, I'm here, I'll be with you, go on sleeping."

Qi Han's nose was sour, and he buried his head in his chest with sobs, "Brother..."

"Ok?"

"elder brother……"

Fu Ge laughed, and then hummed again with a long tone, "What's the matter?"

"I had a nightmare. Someone stabbed me in the dream. Can you coax me?"

"Isn't it already coaxing you?" Fu Ge frowned helplessly, rubbed his warm palms against his forehead, and wiped them gently, "Is this enough?"

"Not enough," Qi Han arched into his arms aggrievedly, "This hug is not tight at all, you pick me up and coax me."

Fu Ge was amused by him, "You are so big, how can I pick it up?" He leaned down, kissed the man gently on the face, and said softly: "It's okay, sir. baby."

Qi Han was rarely ashamed, closed his eyes and moaned: "Why do you call me that, am I my brother's big baby?"

"Well... aren't you? I stopped crying when I had nightmares after I was five years old, and you still cry now."

"Me! I'm not only crying, I'm also sucking/milking!"

He was completely shameless, lifted the hem of Fu Ge's pajamas and burrowed in. The latter smiled and pushed him to hide from him. If he couldn't hide, he obediently untied his clothes and rubbed it for him, and wrapped his right hand around to wipe his forehead casually. cold sweat.

"Brother, will you always be with me?"

Qi Han raised his head, tried his best to blink but couldn't see Fu Ge's face clearly, he felt guilty inexplicably, and only dared to grab the corner of his clothes, "I will have nightmares in the future, will you still coax me? Will you save me?" Is it? Will you find me troublesome and bore me if you do it too many times?"

"No, I will always be with you." Fu Ge smiled and straightened up, taking something from the bedside table.

Qi Han followed his arm upwards and saw a silver light flashing in the night. The next second, Fu Ge suddenly raised his hand and stabbed the fork into his chest, "But you don't believe me!"

He was thrown onto the bed by a strong force, his body bounced up convulsively, blood was still dripping when the fork was pulled out, Qi Han only choked his neck and cried "Brother..." His chest was stabbed open again.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Fu Ge strangled his neck frantically, stabbed him randomly with the fork in his hand, and asked him desperately every time he stabbed: "Don't you love me?"

"Didn't we agree to get married?"

"I have nothing to do with your enmity, why did you come to torture me, what did I do wrong!"

The wound was bleeding profusely, Qi Han choked his neck and spat out streams of blood, he half-opened his eyes and pulled Fu Ge's clothes, his hoarse voice became fragmented: "Yes, I'm sorry...I'm sorry brother..."

"It's too late..." Fu Ge Yinhong's eyes were full of despair, and tears dripped down. He raised his arm and stabbed Qi Han's neck, "Go to die."

With a "bang", Alpha's upper body bounced up suddenly, and bursts of electricity exploded and crawled through his chest. Qi Han's closed eyes finally opened a narrow slit, and he saw a dazzling cold white light circle above his head. , and a doctor with a defibrillator in his hand.

"Patients have weak will to survive."

"Report heart rate and blood pressure!"

"Prepare for a second defibrillation!"

He had already lost a lot of blood, and when he found out that Fu Ge was not Fu Zhenying's son at night, he had a tachycardia and went into shock on the spot.If Chen Xing hadn't arrived in time to send him in for rescue, it would have been fatal.

The doctor pressed his chest again and again with the defibrillator, and Qi Han's chest convulsed and bounced up and down with the pain.

The nightmare was endless, this time it was the basement where Fu Ge was imprisoned.

And he also changed from a participant to a bystander, floating in mid-air like a ray of air, watching with his own eyes how he tortured Fu Ge from carefree to half-dead.

"Why did you betray me?"

In the dream, Qi Han pinched Fu Ge's chin and threw paintings one by one into the brazier in front of him.

"I'm not good enough for you, huh? Didn't I say I like me? Didn't I want to redeem me? Why don't you talk about it!"

The manic alpha completely lost his mind, and the repeated susceptibility periods filled his head with the half-month torment. Facing Fu Ge's face, what he thought of was Fu Zhenying's every beating and intimidation.

"You've been lying to me from the beginning, right? Just like that woman lied to my dad, you are all for the inhibitor, all for the money, never because of me, you and your dad are both damned!"

With a sound of "bang", Qi Han pushed him on the ground and rushed in forcefully, Little Beta screamed and raised his neck, his tear-filled eyes faced "Qi Han" floating in mid-air.

"Help me..." he said, "I didn't do it, I'm not his son..."

And "Qi Han"'s air-like body had already trembled into a ball, and he couldn't utter any words other than an apology, "I'm sorry..."

i got it wrong...

In the evening two days later, Qi Han woke up.

At that time, the setting sun rolled over the clouds outside the window, and it was as gorgeous as the sky that Fu Ge had painted when he was in love with him.

He still had an oxygen tube in his nasal cavity, maintaining a breath that might stop at any time, and he used all his strength to raise his eyelids, but fortunately, he saw Fu Ge at the first sight.

Little Beta was also wearing a hospital gown, sitting on a chair by the bed, his pale face was expressionless, and he wasn't even half surprised when he woke up.

"Brother... is he waiting for me?" Qi Han asked hoarsely.

Fu Ge kept silent, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to reach for his fingertips, but every time he was about to touch Little Beta, he retracted in shock, repeated two or three times, and Qi Han's arm also lost strength and drooped. up.

At this moment, he saw Fu Ge's left hand, which had been placed next to the bedside instrument, move. Little Beta held a sharp utility knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was less than half an inch away from his oxygen tube.

Apparently the sudden lucidity of the patient interrupted his plans.

"Brother didn't come to save me... right?"

Little Beta twitched her lips, "In the past five years, I haven't missed a single moment of your death, every minute and every second, I've been thinking about it."

Qi Han looked at him for a long time, then looked away, "...Understood."

He looked at the ceiling and adjusted himself into a slightly decent posture. His strength was exhausted, and he had to slow down for a long time every time he spoke.

"I deposited a sum of money for you in a Swiss bank, and the password is your birthday. If you need it in the future, you can contact Gu Bo to help you withdraw..."

"Your house and that small studio have been transferred back to your name. There is also the art exhibition that you promised to hold for you before the engagement. I have not forgotten that the gallery is at... No. [-] Baishan Road. Your paintings have not been burned either. Light, I left a part hanging there, the key is in the hands of your high school art teacher..."

"And that safe... I guess you don't want the things in it, so just leave it to me. After I..., Chen Xing will pack it up."

"And the psychiatrist I contacted for you—"

"Have you said enough!" Fu Gehong interrupted him.

Qi Han moved his lips stiffly, and smiled, "I'm sorry, is it too rambling, I...I have one last sentence."

He glanced at the sunset outside the window, and slowly moved his fingers over the back of Fu Ge's hand. He didn't dare to touch it, so he put it in the air.

"In the future, if my brother has... a new lover, remember not to like him too much. If you meet another scum like me, you will be sad."

"Like you?" Fu Ge sneered and turned his head, "Is there anyone else in this world like you?"

Qi Han thought for a while, then just smiled, "That's right, no one is as stupid as me..." Such a good boy doesn't know how to cherish it.

When the evening tide dyed the last corner of the sky by the window red, Qi Han withdrew his hand and took a few tissues for him, "Wrap your hands up."

Fu Ge's hand holding the utility knife trembled twice, "What... what?"

"If you leave fingerprints, it will be very troublesome."

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Xiaoge: Don't fucking chase me, I'll just pull out your oxygen tube.

ps: Is Daga still chasing the story of Xiaoge and Qigou?I feel that after the second reversal, there is no Bo’er to watch. Let me take a look at Bao’er who is still chasing. ?)