Chapter 15 Chapter fifteen

Dawn came and the shutters fell on the inside of the windows.Bella, dressed in black pajamas, rushed out of the bedroom assigned to her like an arrow.She glanced quickly up and down the aisle, but no one was there.very good.She closed the door quietly and walked on the Persian carpet without making a sound.She stopped before the huge staircase, remembering which way to go. The hallway with the statues, she mused, recalling that visit many weeks ago, running down the long corridor. She walked faster and faster, and then ran, grabbing the collar of her nightgown with one hand and the crotch at the bottom of her thigh with the other.Run through countless statues and doors, rush to the end, and stop in front of the last door.Before she could catch her breath, she knocked heavily on the door.

A sentence came from the door: "Fuck you, I'm busy." She turned the handle and pushed it in, and the light in the hallway broke in, driving a wedge into the darkness.The beam was shining on Sadiste.He was sitting on the floor in the farthest corner, naked, under the skin, the muscles were only attached to a few protruding bones, and the breast ring was shining with silver.The scar on his face is the mark of this irritable man. "I said, fuck you... Bella?" He hurriedly protected his vitals with his hands, "God, what are you doing?" This is a good question, and she suddenly felt that the courage she gathered dimmed a little: "I...can I stay with you?"

He frowned: "You want... No, no." He grabbed some clothing from the floor in front of him and stood up.Instead of apologizing for her abrupt gaze, she looked carefully at the body in front of her.There are ring tattoos of blood slaves on the wrist and neck, a huge stud earring on the left earlobe, obsidian-like pupils, and skull-shaped hairstyle; the body is extremely thin, which is quite consistent with the memory; the muscles are distinct, and the blood vessels are bursting. Outside, there are clearly visible bone protrusions.The raw strength of the body concealed Sadist's weakness.

"Bella, you get out, okay? This is not the place for you." Bella decided to ignore the command in his eyes and voice, because even when her courage was gone, there was a desperate desperation that gave her the strength she needed. She stopped hesitating and asked bluntly: "I was just rescued, and when I was lying in the car, you were driving, right?" He didn't answer.Actually, Bella didn't need his reply. "Yeah, you're driving, it's you. You're talking to me, you're the one who came to save me, aren't you?" He blushed: "It was the Black Sword Brotherhood who saved you."

"But you drove me away. You brought me here first, to your room." She looked at the luxurious big bed, the scattered sheets on it had been rolled back, but the one she had slept on The pillow was still slightly dented, "Let me stay." "Look, you need to stay in the safe..." "I'm safe with you. You saved me. You won't let that second person take me again." "No one can touch you here. The security of this place is as tough as the Pentagon." "please……" "No." He said firmly, "Get out of here now." She was trembling: "I can't stay alone. Let me stay with you. I need..." She especially needed him, but she didn't dare to expect him to respond positively, "I need someone to accompany me."

"Then go to Ferry, he can offer more than you want." "No, he can't." What she wanted was the man standing in front of her now.Just because of his rudeness, she instinctively trusted him. "Don't drive me away." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito. Hearing his cursing voice, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this was the closest possible answer she could get. "I want some pants," he said curtly. Bella walked into the room, closed the door, and closed her eyes for a moment.When she looked up again, he had turned around and was pulling a pair of black nylon tights on his legs.

His back is full of scars, and his muscles are slightly raised because of bending over.Looking at the scars representing the cruel past, she was shocked in her heart, and wanted to know what kind of experience he had.She had heard countless rumors about Saddiste, but all she wanted was the truth. If he could take it all and survive, so could she. He turned around and asked, "Have you eaten?" "Well, Ferry brought me something to eat." A complicated expression flashed across his face, so fast that she had no time to decipher the meaning. "Are you still in pain?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He went to the bed and patted the pillows to fluff them up, then stepped aside and kept his eyes on the floor. "Go to sleep." She stepped forward and wanted to open her arms to hug him, but his body froze suddenly, as if he had read through the thoughts in her mind.God, she knew that Sadist didn't like human contact, and she knew it in a bad way.But no matter what, she still wanted to get closer. Please look at me.She prayed in her heart. She was about to ask a question when she noticed something under Sardiste's throat. "My necklace," she took a sharp breath, "you're wearing my necklace."

She stretched out her hand to touch it, but he quickly dodged it.He quickly removed the fragile gold necklace with diamonds and threw it into her hands. "Here, take it back." She looked down at Tiffany's diamond necklace, which she had worn for several years.She caressed the jewelry carefully, the necklace had almost become a part of her body, and without it would make her feel naked.But now, this string of jewelry seems to be a completely strange thing. There is still warmth on it, she thought, as her fingers rested on the diamond, and the warmth penetrated her skin. "I want you to take it," she blurted out.

"don't want." "but……" "Enough talk. You sleep in or you get out." She put the necklace in the pocket of her nightgown and glanced at Sadiste.His eyes were fixed on the floor, and his nipples rose and fell with his breath, reflecting the light from the hallway. Please look at me, her heart cried out. Unfortunately, he didn't do that.So she was helpless and fell asleep on the bed.When he bent down, she hurriedly turned over to leave some space for him, but he just covered her with the quilt, then walked back to the corner of the room and sat back on the floor bunk.

Bella stared at the ceiling for several minutes, then grabbed a pillow and got out of bed to Sadiste. "What are you doing?" He raised his voice with vigilance in his voice. She threw down the pillow and lay down on the floor, beside his tall body.His scent was stronger now, of evergreens and distilled masculinity.In order to seek the warmth of his body, she moved quietly, inch by inch, until she pressed her forehead against his arm.His body was solid, like a stone wall, but he was also warm, letting her body relax.Leaning against him, she could feel her own weight, the hardness of the floor beneath her, and the warmth surging in the room.Through his presence, she can reconnect herself with the world around her. Come closer. She moved forward until she was pressed against his back, from breast to heel. He turned sharply and stepped back, his back against the wall. "Sorry," she apologized softly, but her body continued to press forward, "I need these from you. My body needs..." you, she omitted the word, and changed her words, "some warmth." He jumped up suddenly. Oh, no, is he going to kick her out of the door? "Come on," he ordered stiffly. "Let's go to bed. I can't stand having you on the floor." Anyone who thinks the same thing can't be sold twice must have never met Omega. Mr. O rolled over, his belly on the floor, and propped himself up on his weak arms.With the help of gravity, this position makes throwing up easier. With stomach churning, he thought back to his first little deal with the reinvented father of all secondborns.On the first night Mr. O joined the Second Life Society, with his blood and heart, he exchanged his soul and became an immortal killer with great support from the society. And now, he just closed a second deal. Mr. X is no longer the chief secondary.And he, Mr. O, is the chief secondary person. Unfortunately, he's still just a whore in Omega's crotch. He tried to raise his head and looked around with difficulty, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to continue vomiting, or there was nothing left in his stomach. It's a log cabin, and he's still in Mr. X's log cabin.Judging by the scene outside, it was almost evening.He blinked, looked at the faint twilight, and looked down at himself.He was naked, covered with scars, and the disgusting taste in his mouth made him hate it. Shower, he needs a shower. Mr. O dragged his body and climbed on the edge of the chair and table.The moment he stood up, for some crazy reason, his weak legs reminded him of a psychedelic lantern.Maybe it's because there is fluid flowing in both. As soon as his left knee lost strength, he fell onto the chair and wrapped his arms around himself.He decided to wait and rinse later. God...it's a whole new world for him now, isn't it?He learned a lot from the promotion course.Before his status was raised, he didn't know that the chief secondary person was not just the leader of the killer.In fact, Omega was trapped on the other side.He needs a passage to reality.When Omega crossed the border, the chief secondary person was the signpost that Omega used to find his way.All the chief secondary people have to do is to open the channel and become a guiding lighthouse. As the second person in charge, he will naturally get a lot of benefits.And the punishment that Mr. X often uses-freezing other people's limbs-becomes a child's trick in the face of these benefits. Mr. X...a kind teacher. Mr. O grinned, no matter how bad he feels tonight, he can guarantee that Mr. X is definitely more embarrassed than him. With the blade stabbing into the chest, everything went smoothly. Mr. O knelt directly at Omega's feet, completing a regime change.He pointed out that not only is the number of members of the society plummeting, especially the number of elite members, but the Brotherhood of the Black Sword is growing stronger.After the blind monarch succeeded to the throne, Mr. X's performance was not strong enough to compete. All the facts are true, but those truths are not the finishing touches that seal the deal. Not at all, all this comes from Omega's whimsical idea of ​​Mr. O. In the history of the society, there have been countless instances where Omega's personal preference - if you can describe it as such - fell on a specific secondary person, and of course this is not the kind of favor that ordinary people imagine .It is rumored that Omega has occasional strong emotions, but their existence is extremely short-lived, and the consequences of shattering are particularly cruel and terrible.But Mr. O is willing to beg, disguise, lie, and cheat to get all he needs, and Omega gladly accepts his flattery and contributions. What a horrible way to pass the time.But for him, it was all worth it. He boredly guessed what misfortune Mr. X had encountered now.At the same time as he was released, Omega was presumably also preparing to call another killer back to his hometown, and perhaps already completed it.The former Chief Secondary's weapon was still on the table, along with his BlackBerry.There was a small star-shaped hole burnt through the front door. Mr. O raised his head and glanced at the electronic clock opposite. Although he felt that it was not important, it was time to act now.He grabbed Mr. X's phone and dialed it, then pressed it to his ear. "What's the matter, teacher?" Mr. U answered the phone. "Leadership alternation. I want you to be my second in command." There was silence, and then the other party asked: "Damn it. What happened to Mr. X?" "He's swallowing his own dismissal. So you agree?" "Ah, I agree, of course I agree. I am your subordinate now." "From now on, you will be responsible for signing in. You don't need to check in person, just the email. I will keep the current team formation. The elite team will be in groups of two, and the secondary team will be in groups of four. First, let's talk about Mr. X's abdication. Declare it, and get back to the cabin quickly." Mr. O hung up the phone.He didn't care about the society's crap at all, and he didn't want to pay too much attention to this stupid war with vampires.He had only two goals: to get his woman back, life or death, and to take down the Scarfaced fraternity fighter who took her away. He stood up, looked down at his body, and his eyes fell on the limp male organ.A fearful thought stalked his mind like a poisonous snake. Vampires are not like secondary people, their sexual functions are complete. His pure and beautiful wife was reflected in his mind... Seeing her naked, her hair covered her pink shoulders, and her elegant and slender body curves reflected in the light.Noble, perfect, simply too perfect, full of femininity. She is a beauty to be admired and possessed, but not a love object.She is a goddess. It's just that, in fact, every guy with that thing will want her, no matter vampires, humans, or second-borns, every man will have such blasphemous thoughts. Violence rushed into his body, and for a moment, he even expected her to be dead.If that ugly bastard wanted to fuck her... oh my god.Before killing that bastard warrior, Mr. O will definitely castrate him with a spoon. If she is happy to have sex with them, then she can only pray for God's blessing.