Chapter 69 Chapter 69: A Comfortable Hot Bath

Perry lit Jack's wine-soaked towel with a lighter.The flames rushed up, and jumped high with a whoosh, scorching the skin.He waved the flaming towel behind his back like a horse flicking its tail to sweep away swarms of flies.The towel hit the "bullet shoulder strap" on the back, and the flames rushed to the place soaked in wine. The "shoulder girdle" was immediately ignited, burning the thin skin on the triangular surface with intense heat.The flames burned his hair until his scalp sizzled.The smell of alcohol, burning meat, and burnt hair filled the bathroom. As the flame roared and climbed up the towel, burning pain quickly spread across his back.He stood up, his instinct screaming: RUN!go out!stop!Throw down the towel!Roll on the ground!Blisters started to form on his skin—a growl escaped his throat, but he forced himself back into the tub.He switched the knife from his left hand to his right.

With a small growl of pain, rage, and defiance, Perry plunged the knife into his left forearm, right on the triangle.Blood and purple goo spurted onto his hand, nearly knocking him out of control of the knife.Perry let out a wild snarl, but his face was filled with morbid satisfaction, and he kept stabbing the point of the knife in like a sharp pick in a bowl of ice. His face contorted in pain, he sank into the tub. His body hissed as soon as it touched the icy water.The fire went out, but the burning sensation continued.Although his body twitched in pain, he was still haunted by extreme pleasure.

"Do you like it? Do you fucking do you bastards?" Blood was bubbling from his badly wounded arm, and the streaks of blood spread in the bathtub, making the tub of water look like a cherry-flavored queer drink. It's not over yet, boys, thought Perry, there's no doubt there's a few more rounds to go. He pressed the wound on his left forearm with his right hand, and plunged into the light red blood, his face twisted into a mask of pain.