This is a very, very bizarre idea.
In the café at dusk, the setting sun shone through the window lattices, gilding everything in a golden - red hue. The café was not lit, and there were few customers. The sunlight only reached a few tables near the window. Qin Huaiqiu sat at a table in the innermost part of the café, almost blending into the darkness.
He propped his face with one hand and placed the other on the table, playing with a glinting butterfly knife that made a chilling sound.
“Haven't you killed him yet?” The person sitting opposite him spoke. It was a woman. Her long hair was half - pulled up, and she was wearing a tight - fitting dress with a neckline that plunged to her chest, fully revealing her cleavage.
“Hehe...” Qin Huaiqiu suddenly let out a laugh. His laugh made the woman feel uncomfortable, as if she had heard something unbelievable. “Why should I kill him? I love him.”
“You're crazy.” The woman slowly raised her face, but her face was hidden in the darkness. Only her slender chin and the lips painted with bright red lipstick could be seen. “Don't you forget how you became like this.”
Qin Huaiqiu's movement paused. The butterfly knife in his hand stopped for a moment. The winding red on the blade looked like blood, spreading down from the tip of the knife, showing a terrifying color.
“Mind your own business.” Qin Huaiqiu said in a bad mood, then stood up and left.
The woman watched him from the moment he stood up until he walked out of the café door, following his back all the way, but didn't know what to say to stop him. It was not until his figure disappeared at the café door that the woman let out a heavy sigh.
Qin Huaiqiu kept twirling the butterfly knife in his hand. He quickened his steps, and his mood grew worse.
He had changed a lot over the years. The woman was right. He could hardly remember his innocent and clumsy self back then. Instead, he now had an unpredictable and eerie state of mind... He didn't know if it was good or bad.
As for love or not, Qin Huaiqiu sneered. So what? His body is already mine.
Feelings are always illusory. Instead of getting entangled in the pseudo - proposition of “Does he love me?” which makes one's heart clench, it's better to do something practical ——
Qin Huaiqiu grinned. His smile grew wider and wider, and then he laughed out loud.
“Bang!”
He kicked open the heavy iron door of the basement with one foot. The stench and musty smell hit him in the face, making people can't help but frown and cover their noses. But Qin Huaiqiu seemed to be enjoying it. Twirling the knife in his hand, he walked step by step into the dark and damp basement.
There was a dripping sound inside.
Qin Huaiqiu stepped on the wet cement floor, feeling in a great mood. He even started to hum a song.
“The life bound by love is counting down.
Maintaining breathing is only for waiting for its disappearance.
The rotten story, the entangled stubbornness.
Only by choosing to compromise can it be recorded on that white paper...”
In the darkness, the outline of a person gradually emerged. He was chained and hung lifelessly in the middle of the room like a dead body.
Qin Huaiqiu walked up to him. Without any warning, he suddenly lifted the man's face and kissed him crazily.
He stuck out his tongue, forcing the man's soft tongue to entangle with his own. But the man only moved his eyeballs and showed no reaction at all.
The taste of the man's blood filled his mouth.
It was fishy and had a rusty smell.
“Damn it!” Seeing that the man didn't respond, he suddenly let go of him and slapped the man hard on the face. “Si Kongting! Don't be ungrateful!”
Freed from his grip, Si Kongting's head drooped again weakly.
“Look at me!” Qin Huaiqiu roared. He took out the butterfly knife and stabbed it into the man's arm. There were already numerous scars, and the unhealed wound was cut open again. Blood splashed everywhere.
Qin Huaiqiu suddenly laughed blood - thirstily. He leaned close to Si Kongting's ear, licked the splashed blood on his chin with his tongue, and said in a cruel and determined voice, “Ignoring me? Fine. I know when you'll respond to me.”
“Only at this time will you react.”
Qin Huaiqiu slowly squatted down and forcefully tore off the last piece of cloth on the man.
“Only at this time...”
His voice gradually became lower, replaced by the sticky sound of a liquid that made one blush.
Si Kongting hung his head, looking lifeless.
“Damn it! Damn it!”
“React to me...!”
Qin Huaiqiu exerted all his strength and opened his mouth again.
His thoughts drifted back to many years ago. He had once crouched between the man's legs like this. Looking up at the high - and - mighty man, his own hands were tightly tied by the man's subordinates. The man's sharp eyes looked at the humble him, pointed at his bulging place, and said the words that changed his life ——
“Want me to let you go? It depends on your performance.”
That was Qin Huaiqiu's first time, and he didn't know how many times it had been by now.
Qin Huaiqiu was in a daze and seemed to have forgotten the passage of time. It was not until Si Kongting finally showed a little reaction after his long - time persistence that Qin Huaiqiu trembled all over. He slowly backed away and looked up at the man who still had a calm expression and hung his head as if he were dead.
With a strange sense of pride and show - off, he pointed at Si Kongting's private part and smiled sadly. “See, I told you only at this time will you respond to me... Hehe... Hahahahahahaha!!”
In the dark and damp basement, Qin Huaiqiu's crazy and almost perverted laughter erupted. The laughter echoed in the narrow room. The man chained by the iron chains finally moved his body slightly and let out an almost inaudible sigh, but Qin Huaiqiu didn't hear it.
He crawled on his knees to Si Kongting's side, pressed his face against the man's flat and smooth abdomen, stroked the man's body with his five fingers. He kissed Si Kongting and said in a tone almost like a lover, “Hey, do you remember? You caught me back then and asked me to please you. You were so glorious and dazzling at that time. Why don't you even look at me now?”
Si Kongting didn't say a word.
“Respond to me... Didn't you make me cry out in pain and beg for mercy every night back then? Why now...”
“Hehe... Do you know? Someone asked me today why I didn't kill you...”
“Why should I kill you? I love you too much. Right?”
His voice became softer and softer, and his movements became gentler and gentler.
“Hey... It's hard... Let's do it, okay?”
“Do you hear me?”
“I'm inviting you...”
“Do you hear me?!”
I long for your warmth.
The disease named love.
Deeply trapped in the beautiful lies.
Reduced to a flower that will never be seen again.
Even the slowly approaching death is mistaken for the end of the chapter.
Confused in the pitiful dream.
Suffering the consequences of the illness.
The loving heart is gradually failing.
Closing my eyes in the face of death.
The disease named love.
PS: This is an extra story about Stockholm Syndrome. After being kidnapped, due to a series of humiliations and tortures, the mind becomes distorted, and an almost perverted love for the perpetrator is developed. After escaping, he can't even return to a normal life, so he wants to take revenge on the perpetrator. He can't even restrain his twisted and dangerous love, which leads to the current situation...
The above is just Xiaoxiao's idea and has no specific implications.
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The following is a mini - drama to celebrate Ling Zero's birthday.
It's a bit late (but I really couldn't finish writing. I'm so sorry QAQ!)
Happy birthday, baby! ヽ(*´з｀*)ﾉ
Si Kongting: The author asked me to show up.
Si Kongting: Stop looking. I didn't bring my wife. Do you think I'll let you see? Dream on! Isn't it enough that I'm here?
Si Kongting: (Reading the script) Happy birthday to Ling Zero. Xiaoxiao specially ordered Si Kongting to do a striptease...? What? Dream on, Xiaoxiao. I'll never do it!
Si Kongting: What? You ask me how I'm going to show up? I don't know. I'm going to sit here for half an hour. You can just watch.
Si Kongting: ... The director called and said that if I sit for half an hour, my salary will be deducted... Alright then. I'll allow you to ask me three questions. Go ahead.
Si Kongting: ... You ask me how I fell in love with Qiu'er? What? Didn't you watch carefully when Qiu'er and I acted so hard? Go back and read the main text by yourself.
Si Kongting: ... You ask me what positions I like? Sorry, it's a secret. You've wasted a question. Next one.
Si Kongting: ... You ask me what kind of women I like? Are you crazy? I don't like women!!! Ah, no. I only like Qiu'er! (With extremely strong survival instinct)
Si Kongting: What kind of question is this?! Which reader is so crazy... Signed... Xiaoxiao?
Si Kongting: (Slamming the table) You damned... (Muted) Wait. I'm going to settle the score with the director!
Reader: Ah! Your Majesty! Where are you going! We haven't seen Qiuqiu yet!
Si Kongting: I've said it. You're not allowed to see Qiu'er!
Si Kongting, the Great Sheng's King of Jealousy.