Chapter 73: Stagnant Water
The deep darkness was as thick as a pool of stagnant, dead water. The viscous black liquid was silently stagnant, unable to flow. It tightly imprisoned the body that had fallen into the darkness, pulling it bit by bit. Only a few faint and weak breaths were connected to this frail body, which was hiding in the shadows of the corner, barely surviving.
“Click…”
The lock turned, and the long and hard chain was casually let go and thrown at his feet. The door hinge creaked, and a dim light slowly seeped in, spreading out the darkness around him. His dilated pupils slightly focused, and his vision couldn’t help but fall into a warm and dim yellow.
A faint light appeared in his dark eyes, like a few scattered sparks that had suddenly exploded from a dark charcoal in the night, which was about to burn out. He tried to hold it in his palm, but it burned his thin skin.
The pain forced his fearful instinct to slowly retreat. He hid his gaze and was unwilling to look at the door, as if the light that had seeped into the dark room could also burn him. He pathetically hid in a corner, and the iron chain rattled on the ground. His scarred back finally leaned against the cold wall, rubbing against his fragile wounds, and a fiery pain went straight to his torso.
He raised his arm with a trembling hand to block the light that was enveloping him, but it was still unavoidable. His ankle was shackled with a blood-stained chain, and his thin shirt could not cover his skin. It was barely hanging on his body. The bright red high heels were infinitely magnified in his futile attempt to escape his sight. His thin body was trembling uncontrollably, and his almost-transparent skin was exposed under the light, as if it would be incinerated into ashes in the next second.
The lace hem of the skirt fell lightly to her feet, swaying slightly in the air of the dark room, which was filled with the smell of blood. A flash of tender white passed by, like a blood-red rose that had bloomed with beautiful branches in the middle of the night, bewitching and lingering, alluring and seductive.
“There’s a dinner party tonight. Let’s go together, okay?”
Her tone was gentle and slow, but it was also like a one-sided notice, and of course, she didn’t get any response.
Su Yu’s neck was drooping, and his long, dark, and messy hair was tangled and scattered. He stared at the sticky blood that was left on the ground, which was so bright that it was black.
He was as dejected as a kite with a broken string. He stared blankly and thought that it was night again. It was always dark here, and he could barely tell day from night.
He had completely torn apart the thin paper of hypocrisy between them for a momentary thought. It was not that he had not made the same mistake before. He could not bear the torment of his longing, and he had even stolen the phone that was hidden under her pillow while the other party was asleep. As long as he had no intention of escaping… he would only be scolded lightly if he was discovered, and it could not even be considered torture.
But Gu Zhi’s reaction was a little unusual. It was as if this was the only time she had crossed her bottom line, and everything had returned to the way it was before.
She had angrily taken him away from the North Country and had returned to this familiar basement. The feeling of the iron chain, which was stained with the blood of the past, on his wrist was familiar and cold. He had been deprived of his freedom again just like that.
Although he had long since gotten used to it, the pain was still real. She would torment herself neurotically all day, almost without any reason. When she came down, she would always have a furious look on her face. But after she had ravaged him, she would cry and hug him and apologize. There was no logic in her behavior at all. She was like a living madwoman.
His chest rose and fell, suppressing his instincts. He stopped trembling and slowly raised his head to meet the woman’s gentle, calm, and long phoenix eyes. He had no desire to express his pain, just glanced at the woman indifferently. The physical pain forced him to let out a low grunt, but his eyes were still stubborn, like a sharp knife, accurately piercing the woman’s heart.
The corners of Gu Zhi’s eyes were inexplicably sore. She took a deep breath and leaned down, her arms propped against the wall, further reducing the other party’s range of motion. Her other hand forcefully pinched his jaw, turning his entire body to face her.
She slightly closed her cold and indifferent eyes, staring at the boy’s thin, red lips, which had been bitten because he was trying so hard to break free. A few dazzling drops of fresh blood stained his pale lips.
The tip of her pink tongue licked her full and alluring red lips. She straddled the boy’s lower abdomen, her long and powerful legs clamping his thin waist. She gently leaned down, their foreheads touching. Her slender and curled eyelashes brushed against his skin, a tickling sensation that stirred his heart, like an alluring demon teasing and arousing the desire deep in his heart.
Gu Zhi carefully examined the boy’s handsome and beautiful features, as if she were appraising a rare treasure, holding it greedily in her palm, unwilling to let go even in death.
She couldn’t help but kiss him.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, saliva flowing. The soft, smooth, and glutinous stimulation reached the softest piece of flesh deep in her heart. She sucked the blood on his lips and slowly swallowed it with the sticky saliva. She reluctantly let go of the softness.
Gu Zhi’s lips parted slightly, and a low, hoarse voice sounded in his ear. “Don’t you want to go? She’ll be there too. Xia Qiange…”
He listened numbly, and suddenly caught some key words. His dark pupils trembled violently. He looked up at the woman with excitement, his eyes filled with surprise and joy, all of which fell under Gu Zhi’s gaze.
Su Yu opened his mouth, wanting to ask something. His voice was hoarse. Before he could finish, Gu Zhi slapped him, her face cold. The immense force sent his head snapping to the side.
An unknown fire of jealousy burned in her heart, emitting the pungent, scorched smell of flesh.
“I’m just warning you… don’t think about those impossible things anymore. You can only look at me.”
“So be a good boy, okay? I don’t want to be like this… I really don’t. This isn’t me at all.”
Gu Zhi stared blankly at her reddened palm, as if in self-reproach… muttering incoherently on one hand, while helping Su Yu up on the other. In an instant, she seemed to have changed her face, her voice sweet and gentle as she caressed his flushed cheek. “Let’s go upstairs and change. The one I picked for Xiao Yu will definitely suit him.”
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With a few bold snips, the hair that fell from his ears to his shoulders was cut away. The dark strands fluttered to the floor. The short, prickly stubble at the nape of his neck was gently smoothed by the comb.
His hair now lay neatly against the contours of his face. His nose was high and straight, his lips thin and pale. He was dressed in a pure black suit that fit his slender, upright frame snugly, but it made his face look a little pale, his lips a light shade.
Gu Zhi, slightly shorter than the boy, stood in front of him, adjusting his tie until the formal wear for the banquet was smoothed by her, without a single wrinkle.
Only then did she wipe the sweat from her forehead with satisfaction, and looked at him with joyful eyes.
“Xiao Yu, I’m so happy. I think I love you… even more than before.”
She let go of Su Yu’s collar and caressed his neck, her cool, smooth fingertips brushing against his skin. She unwillingly took in the boy’s instinctive fear and evasion, and her eyes darkened.
She was living in a sunless hell. She knew that her love would only burn him, hurt him, and defile him… yet she still craved his warmth and refused to let go.
Hate her… what did it matter if she held a knife? Just don’t leave her.
