How did things come to this? I was still thinking about this issue until Dazai Osamu came closer.
With dim light and a decadent atmosphere, this is indeed a good place for young couples to have an affair. It would be better if I wasn't chained to the wall.
When I came to my senses, Osamu Dazai was trampling on the wound in my abdomen that had just been penetrated not long ago.
The pain is reflected to the brain through the nerve endings, and the spirit and penis are strongly separated, as if the soul is observing everything from the perspective of God.
I want to talk, whether it's revealing information or showing loyalty, I have to let Dazai know what I'm thinking.
But I can't. Because a cotton handkerchief was stuck in my mouth. The good news is, this isn't a rag.
Although I understand that this is to prevent me from biting my tongue, is it really the right decision to not allow the interrogator to speak?
I could only make a sound, twist my body symbolically, try to open my eyes that were so painful due to sweat, and look at Osamu Dazai, trying to rely on the legendary telepathy between lovers.
No, his state is very wrong. I know he may have misunderstood, but what should I do?
"Does it hurt?" He suddenly came closer and asked with concern. I probably nodded.
He smiled and said nothing more, but turned and left in silence. When Dazai Osamu walked out of the darkness again, he was playing with a torture instrument that I couldn't even name. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Intention: The world is so beautiful