Time: 01:25am

Location: Cross Bar

"Bang-"

With the crisp sound of glass shattering, Calvin let out another curse of his own tonight from inside the bar.

"Damn it!"

He muttered as he stared at the glass that had slipped from his fingertips a few seconds earlier.

This is the third cup he broke today.

"Oh, please...... Obviously, people are not always in good shape after too long vacations. The bartender in the black vest leaned over from the other side to look at the messy bar and said, "But, luckily, if you're the bartender, your guests will be grinning and drinking even the glass slag." ”

He added, as if to verify it, and outside the bar, the man who had been pestering Calvin all night grinned and smirked as he sprayed wine.

"That's right, Helen, I will!"

It was a newcomer to the area, a shriveled little rascal who had drunk himself and never realized how hard it had taken for Calvin to control his hand and not knock his teeth out.

("Just do me a favor, my dear, I've been on the night shift alone for so long, I really don't have the strength to tidy up the smashed furniture at such a time!") ）

After hearing that, Calvin put the rag in his hand directly into the man's stupid mouth with a blank face. The regular customers around him erupted in a wild laugh.

There weren't many people at the bar tonight, and the lights were as dim as ever. The outdated jukebox against the wall sang an equally outdated song intermittently, and the floor was littered with food crumbs and drunken drunks, all looking a little listless.

Calvin leaned over and leaned over to the bartender.

"I'll leave for a moment. ”

He whispered, and walked briskly to the bathroom.

After locking the filthy door, Calvin reached for his button, his fingers shaking for a moment before he unbuttoned his shirt. Then he took a deep breath and leaned closer to the dirty mirror, which he turned to look at his own back in the mirror.

Just as he had expected, the remnants of his former wings, the two narrow wounds of bright red, bulged out of his back in shock. It's like two huge, shiny bugs lying there.

"I know ......"

Calvin cursed under his breath.

He had been aching in his back since the first half of the night, and he thought he could get through it, but an hour earlier the pain had become so unbearable that it was as if a burning finger of a devil had been scratching at his wound. The pain was so intense that it almost burned his entire back, and even the ordinary act of moving his fingers made the burning sensation suddenly worse.

Calvin gritted his teeth with a pale face, and with a little more effort he reached for the yellow bottle of painkillers from his trouser pocket. Shaking the medicine, Calvin painfully realized that the damn plastic container was empty, and there wasn't even a single pill.

Oh yes, it seems like he ran out of painkillers a few days ago......

"Damn, damn it—"

Calvin pounded a handful of glass hard.

The pain seemed to intensify after realizing that there was no painkiller, and Calvin felt his shoulder blades creaking.

The wound on his back hadn't been like this in a long time, and Calvin looked at his back again—the two wounds were swollen and shiny worse than they had looked a few minutes ago.

He should have gone home immediately, Calvin remembered that there was another bottle of painkiller hidden behind his bathroom mirror...... Calvin struggled to breathe as he slowly and sweatily tried to put back on his shirt when a drop of water fell on his back.

For the first second, Calvin thought it was the faucet not turning off properly, or that the bathroom of the bar in disrepair was leaking.

However, he soon realized that he had been wrong.

A moist, piping hot, nimble chunk of meat was resting against his hot back.

"What-"

Calvin's body was already moving instinctively before his brain worked, and he slammed his elbow hard against him, and it wasn't the first time he had been attacked in the toilet - but his attack was completely out of the ordeal.

He didn't touch anything, but fell backwards because he lost his center of gravity.

"Hmm......"

A pair of hands wrapped their arms around him from behind, and Calvin's arm was firmly caught in the back of his waist. Then, when Calvin attempted to hit the man in the head with the back of the head, the assailant grabbed him in the face and forced him to lean back.

It was a man with a lot of strength, Calvin quickly determined this, all his attacks were perfectly restrained, and what was even more terrifying was that Calvin had no way to break free from that man's control.

"Who are you?!"

Calvin asked sharply, only to get a dull, low chuckle.

In the next second, the man directly pressed Calvin to the ground.

"Save—"

At the moment when Calvin was about to cry for help, the man shoved his hand into Calvin's mouth, and Calvin bit down without hesitation - a strong fishy sweet breath poured into Calvin's throat, and he bit the man, but did not feel any reaction from the man.

Oh no, it should be said that the attacker reacted, and he lay on Calvin's top of him and quickly became agitated.

Calvin was horrified to realize that the man's body was naked.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Calvin struggled frantically.

The man's physique was much stronger than Calvin's, and he was unusually skillful in suppressing Calvin's movements with his physical superiority, and then he directly pulled up Calvin's shirt and covered Calvin's head.

Calvin's mouth was sealed, and he could barely breathe.

His belt was unfastened, and then his pants—they were then used to tie himself. His calves were bent and tied to his arms, a position that straightened Calvin's back back like a bow about to break.

Calvin swore he heard the man's unusually contented and triumphant laugh.

His hand kept moving over Calvin's back, and finally stopped at the two wounds.

"My angel, my ...... Child of Light. ”

Finally, the assailant whispered in Calvin's ear in a voice that bordered on moaning.

All of Calvin's struggles stiffened at the sight of the name.

……

【Please stop!】

The voice that Calvin couldn't hear echoed sternly in the assailant's mind.

The unscrupulous attacker, or rather, the red deer, slowly raised his head and looked at the mirror on the wall.

There was a muscular, tall young man with curly brown hair and green eyes.

It's just that in Red Deer's field of vision, the person in the mirror has a diametrically opposite temperament to the real him.

It was a mild-mannered, elitist Englishman, and behind him, a few dim shadows floated.

You're hurting him, Red Deer. You shouldn't use the power of the "door" like this, you will be polluted - and so is he!]

Fuge in the mirror pretends to stare calmly at the red deer in reality...... and Calvin, whose sight and voice were blocked.

[You should let Vicky come out.] 】

Red Deer, however, seemed to have completely failed to understand Fugg's words, and he responded softly in his own mind. He then leaned down and buried his lips in Calvin's back.

【…… All he could get was Calvin's touch," Red Deer felt Calvin's muscles tremble, and he said slowly, "But I can get more." 166 Reading Network