【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

Hiding here?Don't...don't follow me anymore. "

It was extremely difficult for him to say the last few words, and his heart was twisted into a ball of pain and guilt, which made him afraid to look into Giorno's eyes, not only because he had hurt the other party, but also because he chose to abandon him, even though all For the good of that person.This is not what I want, Mista thought bitterly, but at least Giorno can be rescued.

"Mista." Just as Mista was about to turn and leave, Giorno suddenly called out.Mista waited suspiciously, only to hear the man utter two words coldly: "Obey."

Mista was shaken all over, his brain didn't have time to react, but his body knelt down reflexively, he was already very embarrassed when he came back to his senses, and he struggled to get up. "What time are you—"

"Shut up," Giorno growled.The man's rage pinned Mista firmly to the ground, he had never seen Giorno so angry.Seeing the man approaching, Mista's mind was buzzing and his heart was in a mess.

"Listen to me, Mista." Giorno raised Mista's face so that he couldn't look away.Although the man's tone became calm due to restraint, Mista felt the fingers against his cheek trembling. "I don't care if it's because of guilt or something, I said it won't work. I remember I taught you not to take it all out of guilt and self-blame. But now it seems my words were for nothing."*

The secret mind was uncovered, and Mista's mouth was full of bitterness. "I remember. I didn't forget, and I didn't mean to violate it on purpose. I just can't bear to lose you," his voice lowered into the dust, "...especially when I know that I have a chance to save you."

"Then I can bear it?" Giorno asked. "You feel that you have implicated me and are tortured by guilt, so you have to sacrifice your life in exchange for mine. You can rest assured, but what about me? What will I be tortured by?" His voice gradually became broken, "... ...that's too selfish. Mista, you're so selfish."

The reprimand made Mista cringe, as if scratched by the man's pain. "I don't understand," he murmured, grabbing Giorno's hand as if for guidance, "I keep thinking about what you said to me in the club, you asked me to think for you... I thought I was thinking about you."

"I do ask for your sacrifice, but it's not like this, Mista," Giorno took a deep breath, "it's definitely not at the expense of your safety. You still don't understand. Treat this as a unilateral sacrifice and demand, Bury yourself in the soil, or enshrine me on the altar, and feel that you are not worth mentioning because of the distance, and you can sacrifice everything. But Mista, the person who really controls everything is always You, not me, maybe my domination is the rule of the game, but what makes it all happen is that you chose to obey in the beginning. Maybe I do ask you to give up a part of yourself, but at the same time I swear you will get My love and protection. Mista, can't you see clearly, it's not—it's never one-sided. We are one, without whichever side will collapse.

So when I come to save you, I also come to save myself; and you can't just jump into the mud like this, holding my heart in your hand.I know how determined you are, and I love your dazzling awareness.But Mista, enlightenment is not the same as sacrifice.If you are still struggling to figure it out, then don't think about it, just follow my lead and obey my orders, just as you have done before.Listen to Mista clearly: I will not allow you to sacrifice yourself, we will escape together. "

A surge of emotion engulfed Mista, and he didn't even have time to tell what it was.He had never had a relationship this deep.During these days, his and Giorno's hearts were broken and kneaded together, his heart was filled with Giorno's pieces, and the man's was the same, even the souls were fused together, cast into shapes, mutual Supported to stand on earth.Giorno is right.His sacrifice did not eliminate the pain caused by guilt, but just transferred the pain to Giorno, because he wanted to dig out the pieces of his own from the man's heart and tear his soul apart. pain; and the last thing Mista wanted in this world was to see Giorno in pain.As if repenting, but also as if receiving mercy, Mista buried herself in those hands, her eyes burning.

"Sorry." He whispered, trembling. "Forgive me, sir."

"I forgive you, Mista." Giorno allowed him to be silent for a while, then pulled him up, and wiped the moisture from his eyes. "Brace yourself, we still have a tough battle to fight."

Mista nodded, calmed down after taking a deep breath: "Lifeboat?"

"I'll put you down first, and then find a chance to get off the ladder." Giorno took off the waiter's coat and handed it to him. "Put this on. We'll have to go through the hall later. This should buy us some time. Try not to be spotted. I need to leave room for the control switch."

Mista put it on his body in twos and outs.Strange to say, he was actually very calm now, not even as nervous as when he entered the ballroom. "At worst, jump off the boat."

"Will break your neck," Giorno pointed out. "I never knew you had a hobby of skydiving."

"I don't care," Mista raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I'm with you anyway."

"Learn quickly," Giorno sighed, seemingly helpless, but with a smile in his voice: "Don't expect me to reward you."

They slipped out of the hallway, and along the way, Mista maintained a pace that was only slightly faster than usual, trying to pretend to be a waiter who was easily overlooked, and entered the lobby smoothly by accident, until a woman stumbled in front of him .Giorno quickly stood in front of him and helped him up, but the woman had already seen Mista's downcast face clearly when she fell to the ground.

"You are—!" the woman shrieked.Giorno quickly covered her mouth, but it was half a step too late, the other party's yelling attracted the attention of all around.The atmosphere in the hall was visibly stagnant, and suddenly rose rapidly.A few men who were closer surrounded him, and Mista took aim at one of the thinner ones, grabbed his collar and threw him aside, but soon someone else filled the gap.The two struggled to break through the human wall, using both fists and feet, desperately rushing out of a path.The exit of the foyer is just a few meters away, but it is out of reach.

Mista raised his elbow and swung one man's chin, knocking him back, and kicking the other one far away, but then he was hugged tightly from behind, and Giorno rushed over and dragged him down. The person on Mista's back, but soon his own arms were restrained, Mista roared, and rushed over to grab Giorno again.Their footsteps gradually slowed down, and they struggled to move a meter or two forward, but they couldn't move anymore.

The crowd was still coming in waves, trapping the two of them in place, erecting layers of walls between them and the gate.Mista couldn't remember how many people he kicked away, and he couldn't remember how many clutching hands he shook off, but those hands appeared on him one after another, grabbing him, trapping him, tearing one off, and sticking to him again. Get a pair, and the exit is right in front of you, and there is a lifeboat outside. He doesn't care if Giorno will drive it or not. He only has one thought in his mind. He wants to escape with Giorno. Even if he jumps directly into the sea, he is not afraid. Besides, Giorno was by his side, so there was nothing to be afraid of.Giorno's muffled hum came from next to his ear, and Mista panicked when he thought of the man's unhealed wound, but after a momentary pause, he was punched in the head, and suddenly became dizzy.He struggled to stand still, rushed over and grabbed Giorno's hand, gritted his teeth and pulled the person towards him, while staring at the door, his eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't take another step.

The crowd rushed forward and pulled the two of them, as if they wanted to tear them apart and swallow them alive.People were giggling and yelling and shoving them around, and there was a burst of cheering when someone hit Mista or was hit by Mista, as if it was just a game to them, No one cared that it was two lives they were taking carelessly with laughter and playfulness.Mista couldn't understand how they could be so cruel.But if these people are willing to indulge and degenerate in drugs, even their own lives are considered a trifling matter, how can they be expected to care about others?

A huge man rushed up from behind, Mista couldn't dodge in time, was bent over, and immediately his arms were grabbed by people on the left and right.

"Mista!" Giorno yelled.But the blond man himself was also being pulled and couldn't break free, so he could only grab Mista's hand and drag him to his side in vain.And the people seem to have a tacit understanding, pulling them to the two sides, trying to separate the two.

Mista couldn't think of anything.The man behind him strangled his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe, so many hands on his shoulders and arms were holding him, and fists kept falling on him, but he didn't have time to cry out the pain, as if he couldn't feel it.He just clenched Giorno's hand tightly, his nails dug into the flesh, and the roar escaped from his clenched teeth; and Giorno did the same.Blood and sweat made the skin slippery, and Mista watched Giorno's hand being torn out of his hand little by little, with a desperate sob in his throat.The moment the hand was pulled away, Mista's heartbeat seemed to stop.He watched Giorno staggering backwards, his head buzzing, pain and rage tearing him apart.

The crowd erupted in triumphant cheers, pinning the pair firmly to the ground.Mista's nose was smashed, and his fingernails made deep marks on the carpet, but he couldn't move a bit.While struggling, he saw the crowd move aside one after another, and a pair of leather shoes stopped in front of him.

"Look, buy one get one free, you guys surprised me," said the voice that made Mista sick. "In return, I'll have to treat you well, won't I?"

Mista's heart sank heavily.He didn't know where he and Giorno would be taken, but he knew that it would definitely be worse than now.

****

The two were escorted to a spacious room, which was more like an upper-class entertainment room than a house, with a luxurious and gorgeous crystal chandelier, a small bar and a gambling table, and gold-plated records The machine is next to the jewel-encrusted clock and silver candlestick, and some avant-garde art sculptures and motorcycles are displayed in the corner. The shape is carefully designed for people to watch. There is even a swimming pool at the far end of the room, half of which is indoors. The other half extends to the outer deck, giving the room a semi-open novelty.But Mista and Giorno didn't care to appreciate it.Their attention was focused on the center of the room, which was the main stage of the room, an execution ground that was incompatible with the cheerful atmosphere of the room. The ropes and shelves used for binding stood coldly in the center, and plastic film had been laid on the floor. Waiting to wrap their broken bodies and throw them into the sea with blood and flesh.

That shelf made Mista inevitably think of the common cross in the club, as if it was designed according to it, and the next action of the man who caught them also confirmed his guess.Mista and Giorno were firmly tied to the execution rack by the man and his followers. The posture was very similar to when they were whipped, but obviously the person who did it didn't care about their lives, and only wanted to cause pain. Mista He was forced to stand on his feet, his limbs were bitten into by the rope, and the pain was so painful that he was about to break.

Even though the sun had sunk below the surface of the sea, the man still closed the curtain tightly to block all possible sight from the outside world.There was a knock on the door, and Risut walked in with a blank expression. "According to the boss' request, everyone on this deck has been cleared out."

The green-haired man ordered: "Go and watch outside, and lock the door. Don't let anyone come in, and of course, don't let anyone out."

Risut left without saying a word, and the man's eyes didn't fall on them at all during the period, as if he was indifferent to everything that happened in this room.Mista was a little surprised to see Risut.Didn't Giorno say to settle him down?Mista thought this meant that the guy would have to lie in the hospital for at least a week, how could he appear here safe and sound now?

But the current situation does not allow him to distract himself from thinking about other things.The green-haired man walked to the wall and directed his servants to slowly turn over a vertical bookshelf. Mista couldn't help but gasped when he saw it clearly.Behind the bookshelf is another cabinet, and in the glass window are displayed all kinds of admonishing instruments, from whips, mouth gags to rollers with needles, they are very complete. Although they all look expensive, Mista knows that they can bring What kind of harm can come, especially when the user's purpose is only to cause pain rather than pleasure.Then he realized that this execution platform—this room—was for that kind of “entertainment.”People are invited here to enjoy the screams of the victims, sing along to the melody of the record player, drink with howls and tears, comment on the bloody flesh like a famous painting, and speculate with morbid fanaticism How long will it take to die, throwing a lot of chips on the gambling table, until the killing is over, and then liquidate the chips of human bones stained with flesh and blood.Mista regurgitated acid in his mouth.He stared at the plastic sheet under his feet, and began to feel real fear, like a poisonous snake wrapped around his back coldly, and the letter hissed.

"Mista," Giorno's voice pulled him back. "Look at me," the man said, "hold on. We'll get out."

The man was also a mess, with swollen eye sockets, pale from unhealed wounds and the weariness of the fight, but his eyes were as determined as ever.Mista nodded, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down a little.

"Oh, I don't think so." The green-haired man came to stand in front of the two, straightened his clothes seriously, and asked the follower, "Sai Ke, is the camera ready?"

His valet—wearing a creepy straitjacket, like the kind used for mental patients, could only whimper indistinctly because of the gag, and the saliva dripped from the gag hole, more than Humans are more like wild beasts. "Oh, oh, oh." He yelled, raising the video recorder in his hand, and almost swiping it at Mista's face.

"Very good, very good, very good!" the man praised, then cleared his throat, and said to the camera: "I am Dr. Chocolat. Now we are recording the 27th. Today we are very happy Inviting a couple, I really look forward to what kind of performance they can bring us."

Even though his face was pale, Mista still sneered and said, "In such a hurry to start? There isn't even an audience—I'm not saying, is it because your skills are too bad that no one is willing to join you?"

That man——Jokorat curled up his lips with a meaningful smile. "Mista, my dear, what are you talking about? Our audience has already arrived. The most honorable one has been waiting in the VIP seat for a long time."

Mista didn't see anyone else in the room, Giorno suddenly called out: "Mirror." Mista followed his gaze, and there was a square mirror embedded in the wall on one side of the room, slightly larger than usual. Large, the frame is a little ordinary, and it doesn't match the other extravagant decorations in the room.Mista understood instantly.

"One-way mirror." He exclaimed, suddenly realizing something. "Who's behind? 'Boss'?...Diablo?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Chocolat raised a finger and waved it in front of Mista. "It's not good to snoop on the boss. You're so naughty, Mista. I've heard a little bit about your troublesome mouth. We need to find a way to improve your memory. What's your suggestion, Cyco?" Mouth gag? Hmmm...that's too mild, I don't think that's going to teach our poor boy a lesson. Ohhh I figured it out! How about we sew his mouth up? Hee hee hee hee." He pulled from the locker I found a small tin box with some wear and tear on the outside, and there were disposable suture kits neatly arranged inside.He calmly put on medical gloves, took out a small curved needle, and gestured a few times in the air. The movements were very skillful, just like a surgeon. Mista didn't want to guess that it was from his previous job. It is because he has done similar "stitching" too many times.

"Jocolat."

A deep male voice came from behind the mirror. "Dead men can't talk. No need to bother."

"You are the boss?" Mista asked immediately. "Why don't you come out and meet everyone, what's the point of hiding behind the mirror?"

A low laugh came from behind the mirror. "I appreciate your directness, Mista. But do you know why every day someone tries to kill me while I keep standing?"

Because you are a coward who shrinks your head and tail and refuses to show your face?Mista rolled her eyes.

"Because I'm cautious enough," the man said. "Be careful enough. The sense of crisis helps me stay alert and allows me to survive in a cannibalistic environment. Not to mention that people are always afraid of the unknown."

"So no one has ever known your identity," Giorno said quietly.

The man agreed: "Not in the future. All those who inquire about my identity, whether they are enemies or my own subordinates, will shut up in the end, although most of them are not voluntary."

Mista snorted, and said sarcastically: "It's ridiculous. Your own people don't know what you look like. I will call out to the outside and say that I am Diablo, and maybe some people will believe it."

"It's possible," said the man, "so we're going to make sure that doesn't happen. It's up to you, Chocolat, Cyco."

"Got it, boss." Qiao Kelat motioned Sai Ke to raise the video recorder. "It's game time. I know that we all have some 'little hobbies' in common. I hope that the props I have prepared are enough to satisfy you." As he spoke, his fingers slid across the display cabinet, deliberately staying on some props, " Where to start? Let's see, impalement, branding, or those wicked little traps with steel teeth that bite into flesh?"

"Fuck you," Mista spat at him.Although the opponent avoided it, he immediately became angry.He picked up a whip from the cabinet and whipped it straight at Mista.The whipping that landed on the chest was more of a flesh injury, but when the other party lashed heavily towards the unprotected waist and abdomen, the pain immediately exploded deep in the skin, as if to smash the internal organs, Mista clenched tightly lips, swallowed a painful cry.This is scarier than ever.Because it was on purpose, and this time he had no safe words.

"Mista!" Giorno yelled, struggling on the side shelf. "Stop it, damn it!"

Blood gradually oozed from the cracked skin, and with the rise and fall of the whip, it splashed red spots with scattered stars on the floor and walls.When Mista heard Giorno's anxious cry under severe pain, he suddenly wanted to laugh.He finally heard Giorno say a dirty word.

"Don't worry, Giorno Giovanna," Chocolat turned to him, "We've only just begun."

"Don't...we're not done yet, you bastard," Mista coughed twice, spitting bloody saliva.But Chocolat gestured to Sai Ke, who took a gag and pressed it roughly in his mouth.Mista looked at Chocolat holding Giorno's hand, shaking his head desperately, but he could only make a whining sound, almost choking to death from the blood rushing up from his throat.

"As for you, Giorno," the man squeezed his fingers, "I can't find your file in the local police station. Who are you?"

"I'm nobody," Giorno said calmly, raising his head to face the direction of the mirror, "Your hand really reached into the police station, no wonder they couldn't catch you."

"I took that as a compliment," Diablo said. "As I have always said, being cautious and careful, and everyone's actions are under control, can I feel at ease. In addition, you are the one who should answer the question, not me."

Chocolat leaned close to Giorno's face. "So, the answer is wrong!" He said cheerfully, while folding Giorno's fingers outward.Mista struggled and shook the frame loudly, Giorno's body tensed suddenly, but he tried his best to suppress the pain in his throat.Mista watched Chocolat let go of his hand with a satisfied expression, and Giorno's fingers were horribly folded in an unnatural direction.Mista shook his head like crazy, his roar was blocked in his throat and was indistinct.

"Be quiet!" Chocolat motioned to Sai Ke, who stepped forward and slapped Mista a few times, his hands were so strong that Mista's ears were buzzing.

Giorno gasped for breath, and Chocolat took a closer look at his expression. "Tastes not bad, huh? I've been doing a lot of research on sadism, how pain is caused, levels of pain, look, I'm a former doctor - I guess you've seen it - I think it helps Yes, it makes me more aware of the structure of the human body, such as the arrangement of the peripheral nerves," he said, pressing his fingertips on the swollen bend of Giorno, and giggled at the man's head that was raised suddenly, "Oh, I suddenly felt that this is not bad: I ask you a question, if your answer is not satisfactory to me, I will break one of your fingers, how about it?"

"Not so... well," Giorno's breathing was still unsteady, he stared at the mirror and said: "There is no chance to fight back, this game is too boring."

"Interesting point of view," said the man behind the mirror, "but I don't like risks."

"Maybe it's not a risk, if the two of us are already 'dead' in your eyes," Giorno replied calmly, "or there is no risk at all, but because Mista happens to have a police status, but we Just came to the party, it has nothing to do with your business."

The man laughed, but there was no joy in the laughter, it was creepy. "I thought you could do better than this, Giorno. To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. You really expect me to believe this nonsense? Just a while ago I got a rap on one of my street corners. My Street corner! Right under my nose. You think I'm really going to let this go? I found the fucked up shithead and he told me there were two bastards dressed like dick suckers who took the stuff, After beating him up, he called the police again. Guess what. I just happened to know two people who were similar to his description. One of them, a good friend of our police station told me pleasantly, was the local Mr. Good Cop; , I can’t find it with the system, I don’t know what tricks you guys used, but it’s not a big deal, is it? No matter what the process is, as long as the result is consistent with my expectation: no one will know my identity, no matter what Is it the past or the future.”

"then you--"

"Wrong answer," Chocolat interrupted Giorno, and the man said in a drawn out voice, "One wrong answer, one wrong question. Count how many times we will break you this time." A finger?"

"Oh, oh." Sai Ke held up the video recorder and yelled twice inarticulately.

"Good, good, good, good, good! That's right, Sai Ke!" The doctor hugged Sai Ke's head and rubbed it back and forth. The latter looked extremely excited and made a series of strange screams.

stop!Mista watched as Chocolat grabbed Giorno's finger again, shouting in his heart.Giorno lowered his head and gritted his teeth, but he never cast a glance at Mista.Mista heard the man panting violently and closed her eyes in pain.

"If you don't always answer the questions properly, ten fingers might not be enough," Chocolat said tut-tsk. "Okay, Syke, put them down, we should move on to the next item."

He pushed something like a large turntable and put it on the ground, with two chairs on it, and asked Seiko to tie Mista and Giorno back to back on it.Mista was waiting for this opportunity. He nervously watched the enemy who was preparing for a new round of "game", while trying to reach his fingers into the back pocket of his trousers, the fragment of the mirror he used to cut the rope earlier Has been hidden by him.

Chocolat and Sai Ke stood on one side. "Easy is always the best," said the former doctor. "When the turntable stops, the person facing me gets a penalty and the other gets a bonus. How?"

Despite being unable to speak, Mista's disgusted expression must have answered the question adequately, for Chocolat was all the more delighted. "Don't be so sad, Mista," the man said, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you the best part of this game. The few times we have played this turntable game in the past, the most exciting thing is to watch In order to avoid punishment, the two people who are spinning are twisting hard on the chair, trying to turn the other side to the punished side, and get rewards. One second they are loyal masters and servants or sweet lovers, but the next second they are trying desperately To kill the other party, the appearance of struggling to grasp life is really wonderful. Giorno, Mista, don't let me down."

Oh, then I'm afraid your hopes will be dashed.Mista was too lazy to listen to Jocolat's nonsense.He believed in Giorno, and knew that Giorno also trusted him.He tried harder to cut off the shackles, but he only dared to move a little each time, for fear of being noticed.He still needs some time.

Seeing that he didn't get the expected response, Chocolat looked slightly displeased, but soon he clapped his hands, commanding Sai Ke to start the turntable. "In the first round, let's see who is the lucky one?"

Mista held the mirror shard in his palm, unable to continue while the turntable was turning.Even with the most optimistic estimate, it will take a round of torture.Mista was a little worried about Giorno, but there was nothing he could do right now.The turntable gradually slowed down. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Sai Ke, Mista groaned in his heart, and immediately struggled on the chair, not wanting Giorno to stop in front of Chocolat.move!damn it!He twisted his body the most, his waist and abdomen were painful, but the effect was minimal.Giorno didn't move, just stretched out his good hand, touched Mista, and gently touched his hand with his fingertips.

It's ok.

Mista read what Giorno wanted to say from that movement.fart.he thinks. (Okay, it's really not very polite, if Giorno heard this, he would spank his ass) This man was pulled back from the life and death line a few days ago, and after the escape and torture just now, I don't know how long he can last.What's more, Mista has been able to recognize that Giorno's response is not an order, but comfort, which shows that the man did not bear all this in a planned way.In any case, Mista instinctively didn't want Giorno to get hurt again, especially when facing such a perverted lunatic like Qiao Kelat.

But the turntable eventually stopped.Chocolat grinned at Giorno, "I guess today is not your lucky day."

"Not necessarily. I'm good at turning things around." Giorno said calmly.

"And you know what I'm good at?" The ex-doctor puts a soldering iron under the blowtorch. "Burning. This is probably my favorite, maybe not as good as the dissections I used to do in the hospital, but it's good enough. The burnt smell always gets me excited, think about it, the wailing and begging for mercy." Tears, and the mesmerizing squeaks of smoke and flesh curling and screaming. And best of all, if you burn hot enough, there won't even be blood, and the heat can coagulate blood vessel tissue, saving a lot of cleanup time , you know, every time we clean this place it's always a hassle, blood is always splattered everywhere."

As he spoke, Chocolat deliberately brought the red-hot soldering iron close to the tip of Giorno's nose, and the terrible heat rushed up immediately, and his fine hair seemed to be scorched.Giorno didn't flinch back at all, but just looked at him coldly, as if he was watching a clown performance.When he was comforting Mista just now, Giorno touched the fragments in Mista's hand.They have a chance to fight back, all they need now is time.No matter what, he had to hold back Chocolat, bear this, and not let the other party notice Mista.

"Let's see if you can still be so calm later." Chocolat sneered at Giorno's reaction.He unbuttoned the man's clothes, looked around for a while, took out an alcohol cotton pad and wiped the skin under Giorno's left collarbone, and announced, "Do you know that a long time ago, people treated disobedient slaves here? hole, and hang them up on a hook. I think that's the place for you."

He held up the soldering iron, enjoying the slow approach, staring intently at Giorno's face, hoping to see any expression of fear or despair; With a sullen expression on his face, he pressed the hot metal hard against Giorno's skin. The latter didn't beg for mercy. What Qiaoluo got was a roar of extreme pain and unyielding eyes. Thrilled with mush and hiss.The shards of the mirror cut Mista's clenched hand, but he didn't realize it. The hot iron seemed to be burning his heart. He bit his mouth and stuffed it until his teeth hurt, trying to tear the two who hurt them apart debris.God, he begged desperately, wishing he could reach out and touch Giorno, to ease the man's pain as he comforted him, but he couldn't do anything because he couldn't destroy the chance of escape.Sitting on the chair, he could even feel Giorno trembling from the severe pain.It almost killed him.

"This is awesome, isn't it! This is so beautiful, others will envy you when they see it." Chocolat admired the charred flesh for a while, and then taunted viciously: "Oh, I almost forgot, you are a Dom, Giorno. That's a pity. Tell me, Giorno, how does it feel to be branded like a slave, and marked with someone else's? It's nothing more than a disgrace to you."

"It seems that you really don't understand anything," Giorno's words were interrupted by painful panting from time to time, but the strong irony in his tone did not weaken at all, "hurt me, and then get such a little bit of pitiful fun? Your imagination can only do so much."

Mista almost laughed out loud.This tough bastard, he thought proudly, this man is mine, and his pride is not so easily broken.Giorno was right, Chocolat really didn't understand anything—maybe he knew how to control his poor pet, and he did know all kinds of sadistic means and tools, but he still didn't know anything about this relationship.All kinds of injuries inflicted on Giorno have indeed brought pain to the man, but it is only temporary, as long as time can heal; if he chooses to imprint on Mista, then Giorno will be humiliated and defeated, Because no dom who really loves his sub can bear to watch his sub being marked by others.Hurting Mista, making Mista feel pain and despair, is the only way to really hurt Giorno.And that's something people like Chocolat will never understand.

Chocolat raised his fist angrily, and Giorno's head was tilted to one side, but he still stared at him with a contemptuous smile on his lips.He intends to irritate Chocolat, let the opponent's attention focus on himself, and buy some time for Mista.However, to his surprise, Chocolat took a deep breath and calmed down. "It doesn't matter. You're going to be broken sooner or later, it's only a matter of time. Let me see where I'm going, Cyco," he ordered. "It's time to reward Mista."

Giorno tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, and suppressed the sudden tension in his heart: "This is the end? I was hoping for some surprises. You have so many gadgets in the cabinet, and you don't plan to show them to us." what?"

The former doctor laughed and slapped him on the face. "Don't worry, honey. It's only the first round, we've got plenty of time. As for you, Mista, I promise you'll like this."

Sai Ke whimpered excitedly and took out a tube of injection.Whatever it was, Mista didn't want to try it.Damn it, he cursed inwardly.It was just a little bit closer to cutting the rope.

"What are you going to do!" Giorno yelled as he turned his head vigorously, his eyes widened when he saw the injection.

"Don't be nervous," Chocolat turned his face back, giggling: "This is really a reward. If you don't believe me, ask the random guy on the boat.