Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Seven

Sadist was walking in the underground passage leading from the main house to the residence of Wei Xiaosi and Butch, when he suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked behind him, except for a neat row of ceiling lamps, there was nothing there, and the same scene in front of him.Sections of patchwork strips of light continue to extend forward.Neither the entrance door nor the door to the cellar were visible. Well, isn't that like a damn metaphor about life?It's fucking perfect. Sitting on the iron wall to the side of the passage, he felt trapped, even though no one or anything was actually trapping him.

Oh, but it's all bullshit.Bella was the one who had trapped him here, tied him down—with her beauty, her kind heart, and the love in those sapphire eyes, he was in it... He had was firmly bound. With a sudden change of mind, the image of Ferry finally rescuing him from the fate of slavery appeared in his mind that night. When the hostess and another man appeared, the slave was completely uninterested.Ten years later, the scrutiny of other men no longer bothered him, and the rapes and assaults did not bring any new fears to him.His very existence is a disaster.It had been the only real torment in his endless captivity, but then he felt something weird.He turned to look at the stranger.His first reaction was that the man was tall and dressed in rich clothes, so he must be a warrior.The second thought came from the pale yellow eyes that looked at him, and there was genuine shock and even some grief inside.The face of the stranger standing outside the door turned pale, the paleness coming from the inside of his skin.

When the familiar smell of ointment hit the slave's nose, he continued to stare at the ceiling, not interested in what was going to happen next.His lower body was being toyed with, but a surge of emotions spewed out in the room.He turned his head to look at the man who had just stepped into the dungeon again.The slave frowned.The soldier looked at the hostess with hatred, and touched the dagger with one hand, as if he was going to kill her... Another door was flung open, and the guard was speaking anxiously.Suddenly, the dungeon is filled with guards armed with weapons and angry faces.The hostess was roughly grabbed by the leading man in the group and thrown hard against the wall.Then the man charged at the slave, drawing a knife.Looking at the blade on his face, the slave screamed in terror.A sharp pain erupted from his forehead, nose, and cheek, and the darkness called him to it.

When the slave regained consciousness again, his neck was strangled by a rope and he was hung up.The weight of his limbs and body was constantly dragging down, squeezing his life bit by bit.His consciousness was flashing back, as if his body was also aware that his last breath would come soon, so he was awakened at this moment.For that last chance, in order to allow his brain to provide some help and complete the helpless self-help, he thought. Holy Maiden, shouldn't he feel the pain?He wondered if he was woken up by the splash of water, because his body was wet.It was later discovered that some thick liquid was dripping on the eye.His blood, his body is full of his own blood.

What are those noisy voices around him?Have a sword?fighting? He breathed hard, but still opened his eyes, and all the suffocation left him in an instant.It was the sea, and he was facing the endless sea.At that moment, the joy was beyond words...but then his vision began to blur due to lack of oxygen.The eyelids are almost closed.Even so, he was very grateful.Before dying, he finally saw the ocean again.He wondered aimlessly whether there would be such a boundless horizon in the void, an infinitely extending space. He saw a flash of white light appear in front of his eyes, the pressure on his throat disappeared immediately, and his body was grabbed by someone.There was a cry from behind, and a person was carrying him forward bumpingly. Then, the jumping and shaking stopped abruptly.What followed was pain that exploded all over his body, as if a heavy and huge fist was hitting him, straight to the bone marrow.

A pistol was fired twice in a row, but it was not he who groaned in pain.Then there was a roar and a whirlwind from his back, falling... He was in mid-air, falling... oh god.the sea.Panic erupted from his body, and the effect of the salt... For just a moment, he felt the buffer of the sea water, and before the stimulation of the sea water on his injured skin filled his mind, he passed out. When he awoke again, his body was scarred like a broken and loose barge line.He vaguely felt that one side of his body was freezing cold, while the other side was extremely warm.He tried to move, and as soon as he moved, he felt the warmth of the snuggle around him responding... He was lying in someone else's arms, and there was a man sitting behind him.

The slave pushed away the strong body that was hugging him, and dragged his body on the ground, trying to escape.Blurred vision showed him the way, and out of the darkness he found a large boulder, a suitable place to hide.He hid behind a rock and couldn't breathe, smelling only the salt air of the sea and the decay of dead fish. And a little faint smell, sharp, faint... He looked out from the edge of the rock. Although his eyesight was very weak, he could still tell from his figure that the man was the one who entered the dungeon with the mistress.The warrior was sitting against the wall, his long hair tied in a bundle and falling over his broad shoulders.The gorgeous clothes were in tatters, and the yellow eyes were bloodshot and full of sadness.

He is the source of the other breath, thought the slave.The man's sadness carried an indescribable smell. The slave felt a strange twitch on his face, his body couldn't help but startled, and he pressed his fingertips on his face.There was a straight, long gully there... He followed the crack up to his forehead, then down to his lips, remembering the shining knife that was cut at him, and remembering the time when the blade fell. screams. The slave began to tremble and curled up, wrapping his arms around himself. "We should keep each other warm," said the soldier. "I honestly don't have... no interest in you. I hope this reassures you, if I can."

However, all the men around the hostess want to have a good time with the slaves, so she brings them together, and she also likes to watch from the sidelines... The slave then recalled the warrior's raised dagger, which seemed to slaughter the mistress like a hog. The slave opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, "Who are you, sir?" But his vocal chords were not working as they used to, and his words were slurred.He asked again, but the soldier cut him off. "I heard your question." The faint smell of sadness became stronger until it completely blinded the fishy stench, "I am Ferry, and I... am your brother."

"Impossible." The slave shook his head, "Actually, I have no family, Your Excellency." "No, I'm not..." The man cleared his throat, "I'm not a lord, and your family is still there. You were stolen from us. I have been looking for you for more than a century." "I'm afraid you are mistaken." The warrior moved his body as if to stand up, and the slave cowered back, bowing his head and covering his head with his arms.He doesn't want to be beaten anymore, even though he just answered back, which is what he deserved. He pleaded hastily, in reverse words: "I mean no offense, sir. I have nothing but respect for your class."

"My Lady of the Chronicles," came the stifling din from the cave, "I will not hit you. You are safe...with me, you are safe. You have been found at last, my brother. " The slave still shook his head, not listening at all.Like suddenly realizing what happens when night falls.He is the property of the mistress, which also means that he will be returned sooner or later. "I beg you," he sighed under his breath, "don't send me back to her. Kill me now...don't give me back to her again." "I'm going to kill us both before I put you back in there." The slave raised his head, and the warrior's yellow eyes pierced through the darkness, burning with fury. The slave stared blankly at this gaze for a long, long time.Afterwards, he finally remembered that, long, long ago, when he first woke up after his transformation, the mistress had told him how much she liked his eyes... his pale yellow eyes. Among his race, very few people have bright golden pupils. The warrior's words and actions were starting to calm him down, why would a stranger fight with all his might just to help him get his freedom? The soldier moved, but stumbled.He lifted one thigh. His calf is gone. Looking at his empty trouser legs, the slave couldn't help but widen his eyes.With such serious injuries, how did this soldier rescue the two from the water?It must have taken a lot of effort for him to get to the surface.Why didn't he just leave himself as a slave? Only the maintenance of blood can bring about such a selfless sacrifice. "Are you my brother?" The slave wriggled his broken lips with difficulty, "Really? Are you and I blood relatives?" "Well, I'm your twin brother." The slave began to tremble: "Fake." "real." A curious fear swam through the slave, chilling him all over.Despite being wounded from head to toe, he curled up unconsciously.He'd never thought free, or thought he'd have the chance to live very differently... like a man, not like a possession. The slaves fought endlessly on the ground.After his body stopped, he raised his head and looked at the soldier again.His family?Why is this happening?Who is he?and also…… "Do you know that I have a name?" murmured the slave, "Have I ever been named?" The soldier sighed intermittently, as if every rib was broken in two, and his breathing was difficult. "Your name is Sardist." The warrior's breaths became shorter and shorter until each of his words was squeezed out, "You are a great warrior, son of Agni... you are ours The heart and soul of mother Naxi..." The warrior let out a groan and put his head in his hands. He began to cry softly.The slave stood aside, just watching him. Sadist shook his head, remembering the silent hours that followed.Ferry and he just stared at each other in silence during that time.Both were of similar stature, tall and tall.But even with the loss of a calf, Ferry looks a little stronger.He gathered some driftwood and seaweed, and hastily tied the materials together to make a raft that could collapse at any moment.When the sun went down, the two threw themselves into the sea on a raft, drifting along the coastline, walking towards freedom. free. Yes, yes, but he wasn't free, never was.The past years were with him, for what he had been through was far more alive and alive than his own being. He heard Bella say she loved him, and it made him want to scream. But in reality, he ran away and fled to the cellar.Apart from revenge, he has nothing worthy of her, so now all he can think about is going back to his previous job.He would rather see piles of secondary people rushing towards him, piling up on the snow like a pile of logs.Perhaps, this is the only proof he can give her. As for the guy who dared to snatch her away and hurt her, there would be a more special way of death waiting for him.Sadist had no love to give to anyone.But for Bella, at least he was able to dedicate all his hatred until the moment he exhaled his last breath from his lungs.