Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

At around ten past four, John climbed onto the shuttle, lugging his big camping pack. "Hello, sir." The person in the driver's seat greeted cheerfully, "Welcome." John nodded to him, and saw that twelve people had already sat down in groups, staring at him in unison. Oh, there doesn't seem to be any sense of friendliness or camaraderie, he thought. So he picked the empty seat behind the driver and sat down. The shuttle started, a screen came down, and the trainees who participated in the training were locked in the back of the car.No one can see ahead.John changed seats and sat on the side of the aisle.It is a good way to stay vigilant at all times and pay attention to the situation behind you.

The windows became pitch black, but the light refracted from the floor and ceiling was enough for him to see his classmates clearly.They were all like him, short and thin, though with different hair colors, some were blond, some were black, and one was red.Like John, they are all wearing white training clothes, with the same camping bag at their feet.It was a large black nylon Nike brand bag, big enough to hold a change of clothes and a lot of food.Each also had a backpack with the same items he assumed he had: a notepad, a few ballpoint pens, a mobile phone and a calculator.Tormont gave him a list of things to prepare.

John held the backpack in his arms, feeling that many people were watching.Reviewing the numbers he could text with seemed to ease the tension, so he recited them over and over in his head.Those at home, Wells', Tormont's, Black Sword Brotherhood's, Sharel's... Thinking of Sharel, he couldn't help smiling.They chatted online for hours last night.God, the chat software is really useful, as soon as he hung it up, he realized that it was the perfect way to communicate with Sarah.As they both typed and chatted, he felt they were equals.If he only had a crush on Shalei after dinner, he fell in love with her later on.

"What's your name?" John turned his head, and after a few chairs, a boy with long blond hair and diamond earrings asked him. At least they're all in English, he thought to himself. He unzipped his backpack and pulled out his notepad, and the boy asked again, "Did you hear that? Are you deaf or something?" John wrote his name, then flipped the notepad. "John, what kind of a bad name is that? And why do you write?" Oh man... school just isn't fun anymore. "What's wrong with you? Can't talk?" John met that guy's eyes, in every group there's someone who stands out.Clearly, this is the guy with the pale blond hair and the glittery studs on his earlobes.

John answered with a shake of his head. "You can't talk? Not at all?" The boy raised his voice so that everyone could hear, "You can't even talk, why are you here to attend warrior training?" "You don't fight with your mouth, do you?" John wrote. "Oh, yes, those muscles you showed are really scary." The other party mocked. "You too." He replied curtly. "Why do you have a human name?" The question came from the red-haired kid sitting behind him. "Raised by them," John wrote, and turned the page. "Ha, all right. I'm Blaylock. John... oh, that's a weird name."

Impulsively, John rolled up his sleeves to show off the bracelet he had made, engraved with the words he dreamed of. Blaylock leaned over, his pale blue eyes raised sharply: "His real name is Tyro." Inhale, a lot of inhale. John withdrew his arms and calmly leaned back against the window.He wished he hadn't rolled up his sleeves, what the hell were they thinking now? After a while, Blaylock kindly came over and introduced the others.They all have quirky names.That blond kid called.He really lives up to his name. "Taro..." Blaylock murmured. "That's a very old name. It's a real warrior's name."

John frowned.Still, it's nice to be free from the microscopic scrutiny of these boys."Isn't yours? Anyone else's?" he wrote. Blaylock shook his head and explained with regret: "We all have the blood of warriors in our bodies, so we were selected for training, but none of us has such a name. Where did your blood come from?" From a branch? Oh God...you don't belong to the blood of the Black Sword Brotherhood, do you?" John frowned again, he never thought that he would have any blood relationship with the Black Sword Brotherhood. "I guess he's too superior to tell you," interjected Rush.

John ignored it.He knew that he had probably stepped on a social connection mine, perhaps because of his name, or the fact that he was raised by humans, or perhaps because of his inability to speak.He had a hunch that his time at school was going to be an absolute test of endurance.So, he'd better save his energy for later. The drive lasted about fifteen minutes, and in the last five minutes or so, the car stopped and stopped many times.Explain that they are passing through the access control system and entering the training ground. The shuttle came to a halt and the barriers of the front carriage went up.John got out of the car first with his backpack and camping bag.The underground parking lot looked the same as last night. There was not a single car, only a few buses of the same model as the one they took were parked alone.He stood aside, watching other people gather together with cold eyes, the white practice uniform looked particularly dazzling, and the chattering sound reminded him of the sound of pigeons flapping their wings.

The door of the central facility opened, and a group of people hurriedly stood up, looking a little surprised. Still, Ferry affects everyone the same.The gorgeous long hair and the huge body in the black clothes are enough to make everyone stunned. "Hey, John," he said, looking up. "How's it going?" Everyone stared back at him. He smiled at Ferry, and then hurried to hide behind. Bella sat watching Sadist pace up and down the room, remembering what she had felt before she went to find him that night: the pain of being in a cage, the pressure of self-imposed pressure.

Why is she persecuting? She wanted to vomit, but Saddist stopped suddenly at the door of the bathroom. "I need a minute." After saying that, he shut himself inside. She walked to the bed with some frustration, sat down, and expected him to come out immediately.Listening to the sound of the shower head opening and closing, she fell into repeated self-examination. She tried to imagine herself returning to the family's ancestral home, walking through familiar rooms, or sitting in a chair, or opening the bedroom door, and sleeping in the same bed as a child.This kind of feeling is extremely inappropriate, as if she is a ghost, staying in that place that is too familiar.

How should she face her mother and brother?and also. Long before she was kidnapped, she was already a disgrace to the aristocratic world.Nowadays, she will be shunned by other nobles even more.Being locked up in the ground by a secondary person at will, the nobles can't accept such a scandal, and they will definitely blame her.Hell, that's probably why her mother was so silent. God, Bella realized with amazement what her life was going to look like now. She was suffocated by fear, cheered only by the thought of staying in this room, sleeping with Sadiste next to her every day.He was the coldness that made her hide her decision in her heart; it was also the warmth that made her no longer afraid to tremble.And he will bring her a safe killer. More time is needed... First, more time with him; then, maybe she dares to face the outside world. Thinking of this, she frowned, realizing that Sadist had been inside for quite a while. Her gaze swept to the floor in the farthest corner. How did he fall asleep there every night?The floor was so hard for his back, there was no pillow to rest his head on, no comforter to keep him out of the cold. She stared fixedly at the skeleton beside the folded blanket.A black leather belt was caught between his teeth, indicating that this was someone he liked?Apparently he had had a mate, though she had never heard of it in the rumors about Saddiste.Did his Xie Lan die because of his body, or was he taken away by the void?Is this why he is always cynical? Bella glanced back at the bathroom again.What is he doing in there? She knocked on the door, but there was no answer.So she opened the door slowly, and a gust of cold air rushed over, making her take several steps back. She crossed her arms and probed into the icy air and asked, "Saddist?" Through the glass door of the shower room, she saw Sardiste sitting under the cold water, shaking his body back and forth, gnashing his teeth, and rubbing his wrists with a cloth. "Saddist!" She hurried over, pushed open the glass door, grabbed the towel, and turned off the tap, "What are you doing?" He raised his head, staring at him with crazy, wild eyes, continued to shake his body, and kept wiping his hands.The skin around the black ring tattoo has turned red, almost torn. "Saddist?" She tried to keep the softness and firmness in her voice, "What are you doing?" "I... I can't wash it clean, I don't want to make you dirty." He raised his wrist, blood slid down his forearm, "Did you see that? These dirty things are all on me, all on my body in." What he said shocked her more than his self-harm, and his grotesque, insane logic was fully revealed in those words. Bella grabbed a towel, stepped into the shower, knelt down, grabbed Sadiste's hand, and pulled the towel from his hand. She carefully wiped the open skin and said, "You are very clean." "Oh no. I'm not clean. I'm really dirty." He raised his voice, and for a moment it was howling, "I'm filthy, I'm really filthy. Dirty, filthy… ..." Then, his words became slurred, his voice fluctuated, and his hysterical voice filled the room, "Can't you see this filth? I see it, it's all over the place. It's covering me, sticking to it Inside. I can feel the…” "Shh...let me...a little..." She had to keep an eye on him like he might be... God, she didn't even know what to do.Bella blindly grabbed another towel, hung it first under the shower, then wrapped it around his broad shoulders.However, when she tried to pull his arm and drag him up, he shrank back. "Don't touch me," he snapped. "You'll glue these things to yourself." She bent her knees and knelt down in front of him.The silk nightgown was soaked in water, soaking her clothes, but she was barely aware of the chill that ensued. God...he looked like a refugee who had just been shipwrecked, wide-eyed, mad.The muscles of the legs were reflected under the wet tights, the skin on the chest was covered with bumps, the lips were blue, and the teeth were chattering up and down. "I'm sorry." Bella whispered.She wanted to reassure Saddiste that there was nothing filthy about him.But she knew that those words would only make Saddist flare up again. Water droplets fell drop by drop from the sprinkler head and hit the floor, and rhythmic tones sounded around the two of them like the sound of a golden drum.Bit by bit, she recalled the first time she chased him to this room... That night, he touched her lustful body.Ten minutes later, she found that he was kneeling in front of the toilet and vomiting, because he touched her. I'm filthy, I'm really filthy.dirty, dirty... The nightmare has changed into a new way, and it is clearly displayed in front of my eyes again.Obviously, as a blood slave, he had been beaten countless times, and she guessed that was why he didn't want to be touched.But the mere beating, no matter how painful or horrific, did not make him feel dirty. Only sex. The black eyes stared suddenly into her face, seeming to sense the conclusion she had drawn. Driven by compassion, she moved closer to him, but the anger on his face made her stop abruptly. "God, woman," he said dismissively, "can you get dressed first?" She looked down, the pajamas were opened to the sides, all the way to the waist, revealing her delicate and beautiful breasts.She hurriedly straightened her collar. Under the tense silence, she couldn't cope with his staring eyes, so she turned her eyes to his shoulders...following the muscle line to the collarbone, the lower edge of the neck, and turned her eyes to his thick throat...Looking at the throbbing blood vessels under the skin . The hunger rushes through her body, prompting her fangs to grow.Oh shit, is she in a hurry to suck blood now? "Why do you want me?" He sighed, obviously sensing her need, "You should find someone better." "You are……" "I know what I am." "You're not dirty." "Damn it, Bella..." "And, I just want you alone. Listen, I'm really sorry, and we don't have to…" "You know? Don't explain any more, I'm too lazy to listen to explanations." He put his arms flat on his knees, with his wrists up, and there was no emotion in his black pupils, not even anger. Empty, "This is going to be your funeral, woman, do what you want." She stared at everything he barely gave, and time seemed to stand still.May God save them both.But no matter what, she wants to have him.Bella moved quickly, bent down and bit his vein, and stabbed it accurately.Painful as it must have been, Sardiste didn't even shudder. The moment his blood touched her tongue, she let out a low moan of happiness.She had only obtained blood from nobles before, but had never sucked the blood of a male vampire warrior, and it was even less likely that she would have the opportunity to obtain blood from the Black Sword Brotherhood.The taste of blood turned into a delicious rush in her mouth, like aggression, like epic, like a whistling rush.Then, after swallowing, a torrent of power from him rushed through her veins, igniting a forest fire that blazed in her marrow, and the aftermath of the explosion rushed up with an overwhelming force, pushing her body forward. heart. Her body trembled even more, almost causing her to lose contact with her mouth and wrist, and had to grab his forearm to stabilize her posture.She sucked Saddist's blood greedily, not only for his strength, but also for him, because of this man. To her, he was... the one and only.

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