Zerg Achilles

Chapter 4

"Kuntu."

Your enemy is not reconciled, he yelled a name, it seemed a bit worried.

You heard his footsteps slowly approaching, his voice became low and cold, trying to seduce: "He's a trophy, isn't he? Before handing it in, you and I can reasonably have him, there's nothing wrong with that. "

Nothing wrong?

The person who was pulling you didn't speak, his arm was across your waist, your back was close to him, you could feel the bulge of his muscles, his strength, you knew that you couldn't resist the two people.

You start to pant, you are like a fish that has been exposed to the hot sun, and you have been thrown into the dark glacier in vain, your bones are cold and sour, your teeth are chattering, and countless horrors are flooding your mind. The dark thoughts were suppressed by you one by one again.

You need to calm down, you need to stay sane, things aren't that bad yet, are they?

He didn't promise anything, but you also know very well that the people who help you are the same as those who bully you. You are temporarily out of danger, but you are still controlled by the enemy. You have no way of knowing who is holding you. But you're sure he's not a good guy.

You are wrapped in a rough coat with a turned-up collar covering your face, you are shrouded in earth-colored shadows, you look up to breathe, and you seem to be searching for something, you smell blood, dust, There is also a hint of turpentine.

"We can be together, see what I mean?"

When you heard his words, the person holding you seemed to be shaken, and he slowly loosened his arms a little.

You are trembling with fear.

Maybe it's your rapid breathing, which makes the person holding you have the illusion that you are not breathing well. You feel his hand shifting from your waist, putting you in his arms like holding a cub, you Sitting on his arm like a queer chrysalis.

You sense a little bit of kindness in this small action, and you start thinking desperately.

"Kuntu." Your enemy, Zakbai, you heard his name, he grabbed your arm through the jacket: "Or, do you want to monopolize him?"

You feel more hopeless than fearful.

Now, anyone can tear off your clothes, there is no legal constraint, no contract, the rules of a civilized society that you know well, can't provide you with any shelter.

All you can catch is the person in front of you, but the coat still wraps you tightly, you can't see anything, you start to grope around, like a larva eager to break out of its cocoon, looking for a breakthrough.

Finally, you find a little gap, you try to get one of your arms out of the coat, you pull down the collar covering your face, and let your vision be filled with the cold color of the gray storage room.

You see the person holding you, he is as tall and brave as you feel.

You just saw the blood on his face, the blood on his clothes, and you didn't know if it was his own, because there was no pain on his face, and he looked extremely calm.

There should always be a soft line on a person's face, maybe the eyes, maybe the mouth, maybe the bridge of the nose.

But he didn't, he was cold and thin, the lines on his face were strong and full of tension, from body to bone, every inch and inch, like a knife and an axe, like a silver hook painted on iron.

Handsome savagery, violent beauty, like splashing waterfalls, collapsing snow mountains, only those eyes, black and quiet, like a snowy night sky.

You see yourself in it, your hair is disheveled, your face is pale, like a puppy drowning in water, trembling and panicking.

"Kuntu! Whoever sees it has a share, let alone I found it first!"

Someone grabs your hair violently, and you feel the pain of your scalp being torn. He wants to pull you out and gain a part of the right to control you. Whether you are in pain is out of his consideration.

You are an item, and you are being determined by others. They can fight and argue for you, but no one will care about your feelings.

"Let go of him first, otherwise how can you move your hands and feet."

After a while, you heard the person who was holding you answer slowly, and then Zakbai's surprised voice: "My good brother, I knew you wouldn't eat alone."

You are like a poor flour sack who let go of you, but you don't feel anything anymore.

"Then let you go first, I can wait, but do you mind if I'm here?"

"Oh, don't mind."

"I suggested tying him up, he was struggling a lot."

"Ok."

You stare at them and you know you'll hold yourself back and wait again for the opportunity that will come when it doesn't know when.

It will all pass.

You know, your teacher said that all sufferings will become memories with the passage of time, you will either forget, or be strong, you will remember the years, look down on the grave of the enemy, and make unremitting perseverance and perseverance for this.

Ruyan, the person holding you, put you on the ground, he showed doubts about your nervous babbling, but he didn't stop, he left you and stood up.

You grabbed the hem of his clothes, but you still refused to accept your fate, a little hope welled up in your eyes, like a faint flame.

His calm expression didn't change, he seemed to be sizing you up, then he gently broke free from your hand, the flames in your eyes went out with a snap, you retreated into the corner, hugging your knees, accepting the coming torture terribly .

But no one is near you, you hear screams, curses, flesh and blood.

Until the smell of turpentine and dust enveloped you again, he pulled you up from the ground, he looked at you with a relaxed smile: "Little guy, if you want to keep your little Gogou, you have to use your fists, not Slap, understand?"

You are stunned like a log, unable to speak a word.

Fortunately, he didn't care about your answer, he carried you on his shoulders like a sack of flour.

"Let's go, booty."

You kept your little Gogo, but you are still a trophy and a prisoner. You don't know your fate, but you remember Kuntu's name.

Before the fuel of the spaceship ran out and it crashed, the star thieves packed their supplies and boarded the attack ship.

You were carried on your shoulders, with your head exposed, you went out of the storage room, corridor, hall, and landing port, and you saw star robbers, corpses, blood, and shattered glass.

You have never witnessed death in your life, and now you have seen those fallen corpses, dark red blood, they are like a needle, piercing your heart fiercely.

The attack ship leaves the spaceship, you are locked in a rough prison, you don't know where you are going, but it must be a hideout that the Alliance can't find, your room has no windows, you can't see outside , You broke the cup in the room, wrapped the torn cloth strips, and made a simple dagger.

You wait to land.

The author has something to say:

This chapter may be dull, but the author did not give up as a part of laying the connection. Thank you for reading it patiently.

By the way, ah, today is also a long day~