Used to

It's hard to breathe. Fingers stiff and numbing with an eyesight that shoot from clear to blurry. It's something he grew familiar—accustomed even, over the years.

'This nightmare again…'

"Urgh! What the—?!"

Loud stump accompanied by pained grunts sounded.

Gu WenYu sluggishly stood up with his noodle-like feet. The sudden outburst of his power made his feet more wobbly.

Just how many times he dreamt of having the power to kick this guy? How many times have he fancied to repeat this nightmare and do everything differently?

He can't remember. It's been a decade or so.

As he looked at the pained man that starts his nightmare, a strong feeling of repulsion bubbles inside him.

Decade or whatever, he will not forgive no forget. Engraving everything to his bone just to overcome the fear, for only rhe repulsion and hate to remain.

'I will never forget you.'

"Fuck. You still have the strength?!"

That man would've said it this way right? Cursing him because he still have the ability to fight back.

"You'll never change."

The vase feels so light and heavy at the same time. He feels weak but having this man groan in pain and all bloody satisfies him a little.

The room looks so real. The wonder how barin works is truly amazing.

He's drunk as hell. And being drugged doesn't really help, fucking aphrodisiac. Slumping himself to the toilet as he tried to poke his throat.

Poke, poke, poke—Ugggwaaaa!

Minutes later after successfully vomiting the alcohol out of the system, hopefully also the drug, he weakly leaned at the toilet.

His dizziness disappears and the headache lessens. He glances around, contemplating how everything looks so real and how his brain amazingly conjures a picture of a bathroom when he didn't manage to see one in this establishment before.

He never had the chance to do so.

Slowly standing up, leaning to the sink, he started washing his face without looking at the mirror. He doesn't really have the courage to look at his reflection. It will just make his regret stronger and his resolve weaker.

But the water feels realistically cold….

The texture of the towel...

What the hell?

He gulped. Anticipation filled his chest and thoughts invade his head.

No. He has to wake up. Work needs to be done.

Shook his head and went out. He'll finish the sequence then start gathering information when he wakes up.

That man hid.

Just like he did before.

He still needs to smash that face of his and snap his bones.

He sighed. That man will never change. He'll never give him a chance to.

That man will not be able to walk out of this room, he remembered that the door was locked outside. The feeling of helplessness, the anxiety, the fear—he remembers it all.

His pleadings silently echoed in the back of his head. What an unpleasant memory.

"Somehow, for the ninth time, you hid. Is it me projecting myself that you always end up hiding in this nightmare?"

His voice came out hoarse and dry. Looking around he found an unopened water bottle lying quietly near the bed. Walking towards it, he picked it up, smiling as he heard a low sharp intake of breath.

"Wang Hou.... let's end this game, shall we? I have work to do."

Straightening his posture, he sat on the bed. Before he was the one hiding and trembling under that bed, praying silently that he wouldn't find him while silently enduring his drugged body.

Gu WenYu smiled. Putting his elbows on his knee, opening the cap of the water. He was violated in this very same room.

This nightmare happened the day after the day he was born. In short, his belated birthday celebration. He invited all of his classmates, friends and lackeys. Drink to their heart's desire then before he knew it, he's in this hellish room.

"Haa.... Was it fear or cowardice? I wonder,"

Gulping the water until it's empty, he threw it away before slamming his feet to the ground.

"Hik!"

Startled, shriek worse than a dolphin the bed shook a little. Chuckling, he spread his feet apart pulling up the cover before looking under.

"I hope you'll remember this face until you die, Wang Hou."

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