When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 1 The Second Beat

I panted and opened my eyes, only to realize that everything just now was a nightmare, and when I managed to catch my breath, I looked sideways and was almost terrified again.

"Fuck—" A big living man stood in front of my bed, what a dick.

I immediately reacted, and hurriedly said: "Brother, let's talk about it, you can take whatever you like—" In the middle of the sentence, I stopped abruptly, and found that the burglar had serious eyebrows—hey, he was still a foreigners.

"Heyheybruh, calmdown, calmdown," has developed well in the past few years, and this small city has become more and more international. Even the burglars are foreigners.

I just woke up and couldn't think of anything else, and I stuttered for a long time, but the man kept talking, and I couldn't see whether he was holding a weapon in the dark, so I had to tremble, trying my best to use the English I had learned in my life to try my best. Don't piss him off: "Excusemesir, doyoumindifItturnthelighton-"

"What are you talking about?" The foreign bandit turned on the light with a snap, which caused me to squint my eyes immediately, and I was quick to think - no wonder I couldn't understand, it turned out to be an idiot, with a Moscow country accent , but it sounds a little familiar, and I think we can get closer to each other, so as not to be ransacked.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that something was wrong. Looking around, I saw leftover takeaway boxes or messy tools. There were mountains of clothes piled up in the corner. The layout had nothing in common with my house. Nothing, like a warehouse or something.

I felt bad all of a sudden, could it be that someone tied me up and threw me here? Thinking of this made my head ache, so I became more certain about this guess, but no matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t remember anything before I went to sleep.I screamed in my heart, this foreign bandit didn't know what kind of medicine was given to me, it has such a strong stamina, after I escaped, I must go to the hospital for a proper examination.

It's just that I have neither good looks nor money, my family is poor and I never provoke people, so why should I be hired to commit murder?Puzzled, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Brother, is it convenient to ask what's going on?"

I didn't get an answer for a long time. I was so panicked that I raised my eyelids boldly. I couldn't help but look again after seeing this—not to mention, this foreign bandit is really a Europa, tall and tall, with long legs. Thin waist, wearing a strapless vest, the muscles of his arms are very eye-catching, his eyes are blue and dripping, but the sideburns and mustaches on his face are somewhat troublesome. If he shaved off, he must be a young Russian handsome man.

I was admiring it secretly, but I saw him frowning, showing signs of anger. As expected, my eyes were darkened, and I was facing an iron fist.This punch was not unruly, he was dizzy at first, but now his head was spinning, his upper lip was itchy, and he tasted some rust, which should be bleeding from his nostrils.While regretting that I shouldn't talk too much, I apologized again and again: "Brother, don't be impulsive, I won't ask, I won't ask."

Now the anger in his eyes seems to have subsided, and he has more doubts. He just looked at me for a while, and I felt hairy in my heart. I don't know what he is planning.After a while, he pointed to his chest and asked me, "Who am I?"

This time I was taken aback.I didn't know what kind of tricks he was playing with me, so I looked left and right, and said cautiously, "Brother kidnapper?" Seeing his eyebrows twisted, and he was about to get angry again, I quickly smiled bitterly and said, "How do I know who you are, big brother? You can do it." Well, tell me what you did to get you here? I’ll make amends and not be an eyesore. If you can’t tell me, at least tell me where it is?”

The boy didn't answer, but turned his head and walked away.He went to the table and shook out a cigarette, held it in his mouth and lit it. The two ashtrays next to him were full of cigarette butts, which showed that he was an old smoker.For some reason, I suddenly felt a little parched, but I didn't dare to take the risk of asking for another sip, so I could only greedily watch him take the sip, my face blurred in the smoke.Waiting anxiously for him to finish smoking a cigarette, the boy pulled a chair and sat in front of me, asking me to watch him.

My nose was still bleeding, and I stuck my neck and stared down hard. He really couldn't see it, so he whipped me a ball of face towel, and then he barely lowered his head and looked at him.However, his eyes were too shallow, with thick eyelids and clear pupils. When they looked at each other, they didn't seem to be looking at me, but rather at my brain; and my dirty mind couldn't stand looking at it, so Hastily looked away.

"You really can't remember who I am?" he asked again stubbornly.

But I really don't know him, I shook my head again and again, and my nosebleeds were thrown a few more drops.

"My name is Valentin," he said.

I nodded hesitantly, a little confused, is this brother really not afraid of me going to the police, or is he sure that I can't get out?Seeing me with a dazed face, he stomped on the floor irritably, scaring me so much that I should remember it.But he obviously didn't mean that, he raised his hands and pulled his forehead hair randomly; his hands are really beautiful, with well-defined muscles and bones, not as hairy as ordinary Russians, only covered with a light layer of down, with blue blood vessels faintly visible.He put down his hand, and the two red eye circles were exposed. As I recalled whether his eyes were so red just now, I wondered if these are the pink eyelids that beautiful people have or——

"...Brother, what's wrong with you?" I saw this foreign bandit shed tears with my own eyes, his shoulders shaking, as if he was sobbing, and he was in a hurry, "Brother, why are you crying all of a sudden! Hey, don't cry, don't cry, What happened..." I couldn't help being shocked, and subconsciously wanted to go over to hug him.It's a pity that as soon as I got up, the bastard gave me a vicious look. I froze in mid-air, not knowing whether to move or not; when I looked down, I saw that he was crying so much that his eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking together and emitting a moist light. Soft, hugging him into his arms as if not afraid of death.

Such a fierce bandit brother, the tears fell as soon as he said it.I sighed endlessly, patted him on the back, and coaxed him, as if I didn't think there was anything wrong with sitting in the warehouse coaxing a crying kidnapper, and the set of movements went very smoothly.Alas, if there are any shortcomings in my person, the first is my soft heart, and the second is Mumei; the beautiful young man sat and cried under his nose, and immediately made my heart soft into a ball of water, regardless of just now I just got beaten up, just thinking not to see him sad.

Maozi buried his whole face in my neck, itching, I don't know if it was because of his hot breath, trembling eyelashes, or the stained tears.I tried calling his name: "Don't cry, Valentin, it's all right..."

"It's all right!" He said in a nasty voice, and pushed me away, clenched his hands into fists; I couldn't understand this bastard, he was crying and making noise, and beat people at every turn. In order to save this ugly face, I quickly stepped aside and buried my head quickly.The expected hammer did not fall, but he did not let go of his fist. It took a long time before he uttered a sentence that made me tremble with fear:

"Ivan, if you lie to me, I'll fuck your ass until it bleeds."