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

Chapter 43

I shivered immediately, and walked back quickly. There was no one in the living room, and the sound of closing the cabinet came from the bedroom.

When I walked towards the bedroom, I kept thinking about how I should face him. I couldn’t pretend that nothing happened, and I couldn’t be hysterical, as if his departure had affected me too much; I looked at him through the crack of the door, and he changed his clothes, the jacket was still the same jacket, but the t-shirt inside was changed, I don’t know if he changed it at home or outside.I stared at his neck, arms, any piece of exposed skin, looking for the traces of his being sucked, and observing his walking posture; Among the dirty jokes of a group of people, 3P is the favorite. He can find another woman, or a man. Anyway, he is very flirtatious in bed. Does anyone really refuse when he takes off his clothes?

Yes, he would grab them from behind like he did with me, pretending to be drunk, drinking so much alcohol all year round, how could he be so easily unconscious.Oh, and then he'd tell them to fuck off, and then he'd pounce on them and kiss them and make fun of them when they were panicking.Hot and cold, this is his usual practice.Pity I just figured this out today.

I approached, slowly pushed open the door, and saw clearly that he was stuffing his clothes with a small bag, and what he was holding was the pajamas I had neatly folded for him.Fear seized me, and for a second I realized I was losing him.

"What are you doing?" My voice sounded too sharp, even a little harsh, "Where have you been?"

Startled by me, he took a few steps back and tilted his head slightly, as if he was puzzled by my violent reaction.And I was irritated by his puzzled look, I laughed, and said in a joking high-pitched tone: "I went to find a woman."

Unexpectedly, he smiled too. "Yes, I went to find a woman," he admitted, raising his eyebrows sarcastically.

I tried my best to keep calm, and said with a sneer, "Why are you collecting things?"

He tried to pull the old sweater from my hand, but I didn't let go of it, so he didn't make too much effort, he just flashed his palms up and said he didn't want it.

"What are you collecting things for?" I asked again.

He didn't make a sound, he zipped up and said condescendingly, "I'm going out to stay for a few days."

Those words exploded with a bang in my head and almost instantly broke me.I opened my mouth wide, but made no sound, only burst into tears.Seeing me like this, he frowned.

"Don't go," I choked up, trying to reach out and pull him.He stood there without moving, his hands clenched into fists, and I couldn't move him.

"I've been expelled, I can't graduate on time," I said incoherently, I didn't know what to say, but I couldn't control it at all, "Valentin, my car was smashed."

He stood there like a stone, listening to my gibberish, I was out of breath, he probably didn't understand at all, just stared at me.After just 2 minutes, he moved his steps and walked towards the door, intending to leave without saying a word.I rushed over to pull his bag, he staggered and fell on his back, it was this fall that aroused his anger, he raised his hand and threw the bag against the wall, the contents inside scattered on the ground, and then he I rolled over and pinned me down, wrestling into a ball; how could I beat him, I opened my mouth and bit his ear, he yelled in pain, swung his arm over, causing my jaw to hit the floor, and bit me Mouth blood.He grabbed my collar, and I grabbed his hand, and I was dragged to the ground. It didn't look like I was trying to break free from him, but it seemed like I was clasping my hands and praying for someone.This was the first time I saw Valentin really angry. He grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall with all his strength, and his other hand clenched his arm so that the veins popped.They say he beat people to death, but Valentin had such a nice face and soft brows, and I never imagined what it was like when he almost beat the gang leader to death.But now I really saw this situation, I really saw his hideous face, and he trembled with excitement. I don't know if I finally made him lose control, or because of this level, he can lose control; I He burst out laughing and shouted, "You want to hit me? You just kill me—"

As soon as these words came out, he trembled and his hands loosened.I already had tears streaming down my face, and hung on to him. When I looked up and saw his face full of disbelief, I couldn't help laughing triumphantly. When I laughed wildly, I felt a surge of emotion. My nose was sour, and I leaned over to kiss him, but he Dodge and slap him.

"Calm down the fuck!" he growled, shaking with rage.

He slapped me so hard that I couldn't speak, I just looked at him sideways, and kept smiling, covering my face, intermittently, as if deliberately appearing horrified, but in fact it was only sad.

He originally lowered his eyes, but suddenly raised his head straight at this moment. "Are you fucking normal, Ivan?" he said viciously. "Is what you do normal when you think about it?"

I yelled: "I'm deformed, I'm sick! And you're fucking enjoying my crazy love, you don't even dare to admit it! — Poor Sophia, it's time-consuming, you don't want her!"

His eyeballs trembled, he let go of me suddenly, got up and stuffed the things that fell out into the bag, without pulling the zipper, he threw it on his shoulder without saying a word, and his legs fell over me.He really intends to go.

"I apologize!" I hurriedly grabbed his hand, my voice trembling, "I shouldn't say you are a useless person! —— I am, I am a useless person, I need you, I need your love...Wa Lian Jing! Don't leave me."

However, his lips were pale, and he was determined to leave, and I had no choice but to slump on the spot indecently, and just watched him rush in and out like this, doing whatever he wanted without showing any mercy.

"Valentin!" I yelled in despair, "You've cost me!" The ending cracked.

He stopped before the threshold, turned around, and his tone returned to his usual calm:

"Ivan, I, a cripple, can live by myself."

"I can't," I sat on the ground in a daze, "I can't live without you."

He immediately sneered, thinking that I was threatening him with death, and the whole move was as dramatic and emotional as he kept saying. "Be a man." He dropped the words and stepped out of the threshold.

"Please love me! Please love me!" I cried bitterly and begged him for mercy, my words were out of control, and I only knew how to grab his sleeve with both hands and twist it over and over again.

"Crazy!" He scolded loudly, opened my fingers one by one, dodged like avoiding the plague, and left in the dust.

The couple next door who often quarreled quietly opened a crack in the door. The whole corridor was full of eyes and ears. I didn't care about making a fool of myself, so I prostrated myself on the ground, pressed my hands tightly to my chest, and had ten thousand words to say in my heart. When he opened his mouth, he could only murmur one Russian word:

"Help, help, help, help!"*

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*: The end of Chapter 15 of "The Brothers Karamazov" by Pengci.