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Could it be that the people who imprisoned me wanted me to get myself out of this garment?

I struggled a few times and found that it was useless, and I couldn't move anywhere below my neck, especially the joints, and it hurt to move.

You can't let me roll down and eat it with my mouth, that's not right, how can I drag the bed?

They don't want to kill me, I know that, so why did they do this? Want to see a live-action bondage escape?

... I really don't have the ability, forget it, if you're hungry, you'll be hungry, it's a big deal to be starved to death, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

...

Sleep without dreams is destined to be boring.

I slept and woke and woke and fell asleep and slept and woke up again and again, and so on for seven or eight rounds, and I did not feel the slightest hunger or thirst, and I looked up at the food at the door, and it was already beginning to stink, and I could smell it all here, but I was uncharacteristically not hungry.

At least three days have passed.

Three days, a person who has been hungry for three days and thirsty for three days, how can there be nothing?

Did they secretly feed me, or did I not need to eat at all?

Every time I woke up, I didn't feel any fullness or any further hunger.

The excretory reaction also did not ...

I tend that I don't need to eat or excrete at all, and that the sensations are just hallucinations, and maybe I'm not really human.

Actually, I've suspected this for a long time, after all, I came out of the movie, and the movie was still a ghost movie, and I was still a dead male protagonist.

All of the above seems like I'm really not human. So why did they bring food? Is it purely to meet my requirements? What would they do if I made other requests?

Just as I was getting into the horns, the door suddenly opened, I looked up, oh, it turned out to be the girl who recognized the wrong person, she didn't seem to know that there was food at the door, just entered the door and almost stepped on those stinky food, followed by a man in a black uniform, with strange graphics painted on his clothes, with a raw face, not the strange picture of the man and the strange picture of the woman I have seen.

Let me call it that, I think it's more palatable.

I didn't speak, the girl sat at the foot of the bed, just looked at me, I tried to look up at her, after a while, she didn't speak, I felt a little tired, so I just lay down, and then she said, "It's not him, it's not like it at all." ”

"But how do you explain those phenomena?" The man in the back bowed his head very respectfully, even if he was standing behind her, out of sight, he still lowered his head, it seems that this girl's status is very high in this mysterious organization.

Moreover, he was quite respected, and I could not see any grievance or unwillingness in the man's eyes.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, you watch him closely, right... Let him eat, what he asks, try to accommodate him. She said lightly, although she was giving orders, but there was no trace of arrogance, but there was a taste of reasonableness, the man just said yes, did not refute, and did not put forward his own opinion.

It is a highly disciplined organization.

Seeing that she seemed to have a tendency to go, I thought about it, and just lay down and asked, "Excuse me, this lady, who do you think of me?" ”

"I'm still confused."

"It's none of your business, you just need to know that it's safe for you here, but the price of safety is the loss of freedom, and the rest, don't ask too much, don't think too much."

"Oh... Well, non-negotiable? Honestly, it's boring here, and I might feel stuffy. ”

She smiled and said undeniably: "If you can get out, then go out, we won't stop you, and you can't get out, but you must know that we are not a human rights organization, and whether you are dead or disabled here has nothing to do with us." ”

"Let me declare first, as long as you step out of this room, life or death, we will not provide you with any help." She said in harmony, but I could sense that she had a feeling for me... The special sense of alienation should be because I look like her acquaintance and make her feel uncomfortable.

With that, she got up and was about to leave, but I stopped her, "If I say it, someone will help me untie this, right?" As I spoke, I swept my eyes at the restraints on me.

"Yes."

"What the hell is outside the door?"

"Keep it secret, if you see it and don't die, you will naturally know."

"Am I human?"

"No, but it's not a ghost either."

"Oh, okay, I see, by the way, do you think I'm handsome?"

I suddenly asked.

"Compared to your sweetheart... What do you think? Is it the same as him? Or is it more handsome than him? Are you to me—" I said in a deliberately accentuated tone, squinting my eyes and pulling my muscles to make a smile that was kind to me.

Her face turned cold in an instant, and she coldly spit out a few words: "It's okay to do it yourself." ”

Then he walked away without looking back.

The strange figure man behind her glared at me fiercely, walked in front of her and opened the door for her.

The expression on my face slowly faded, the temptation worked well, and it succeeded in provoking her, I was satisfied, from which I also learned about her boyfriend (or husband?). It's unlikely to look at the age) is estimated to be missing, and it's not a day or two, it may be much longer than I imagined, the two of them have a deep relationship, and it is estimated that his disappearance hit her hard, otherwise she wouldn't be so easily angry because of his matter.

It's interesting, what does it feel like to be happy or sad for another human being? This girl... No, it should be called this girl - she's funny.

However, it's just fun, and I'm more curious about what the environment is like outside the room, and I can't wait.

No way, whoever is tied to the bed in a small room for two or three days will feel that the outside world is very beautiful, and I am no exception.

After a while, before I offered to help me untie my straitjacket, three strange men came, and they untied their clothes together, and the clothes inside were changed into white short-sleeved white trousers, panties... Well, it's also white, so I guess it was replaced after I was drugged.

After untying it, the three of them took their clothes and left, and by the way, they also packed up the rancid rice on the ground.

But I'm still lying on the bed, I can't help it, my whole body hurts, I have to slow down for a while, they also put the clothes on me too tightly...

After a while, I felt less pain, so I supported my upper body with my arms and sat up reluctantly, and after a while, I felt like I could walk, so I slowly got up and tried to walk.

Then I knelt down.

That's right, it was kneeling in the real sense, just when I was about to stand up, my legs went weak, and I immediately knocked down uncontrollably, I hissed, grinning in pain, I held the ground with both hands, propped up a little, and then turned half of my body, barely sat on the ground, leaning on the edge of the bed, I took off my trousers, and looked to see if there was a bruise on my knee, if so, I think they are responsible.

The strange thing is that there are no injuries at all, at least forty or fifty centimeters, right? If you kneel down directly after losing your strength, you have to get a little bruised, right? However, there is no.

"It's not a human, it's not a ghost, that's what it means?" I muttered a few words, shook my head, and stood up.

My leg still hurts excruciatingly, but I know that it is just an illusion, my leg is actually intact, I "should" be able to stand up, with this belief, I stood up, and the pain in my leg was always urging me to sit down quickly, not to burden my legs anymore, to find medicine quickly, otherwise it would hurt for two weeks, however, I really stood up, against human common sense, and against my common sense, I stood up.

I took two more steps by the way.

It seems that I am neither a human nor a ghost, but my body is not a human body at all, but it still has human feelings.

Knowing this, my movements were much smoother, and although the intense pain was still interfering with my control over my whole body, it was no longer much of a hindrance.

Because I have realized on a psychological level that I am not injured, but I have a brain problem, thinking that my body is injured, but in fact I am functioning well.

The "human" side is preventing me as a "ghost" from exploring the outside world, and after realizing this, I decisively abandoned my understanding of being a human being.

Letting go of the burden, the body suddenly became more relaxed.