It is a unique room, filled with metal elements belonging to the era, and the melodious Straussian dance music is wafting.

The walls of the room look shabby, and the furniture is small but gorgeous. On the Victorian-style wooden coffee table, the cups and plates are messed up like a human dining, thanks to the stealing "Pete Pig".

"Pete Pig" is a castrated pocket pig developed by a biologist named Pete a hundred years ago, and it is said to be pocket-sized, because it can still grow to about 50 centimeters. They have an IQ equivalent to a nine-year-old human, are easier to train than a sled dog, and are hard-working, never emotional, with the only drawback being gluttony, and it seems that the change in size has not denied the characteristics of their own species.

This new type of pet was immediately sought after by the public when it was first put on the market. What the inventor himself did not expect was that people would later associate his name with pigs, calling him "Pete the Pig". This was obviously not what he had expected at first, but it made his name unintentionally famous.

On the couch, there are piles of clothes, men's trousers, men's shirts, men's trench coats, and a black women's tunic lace skirt.

The mechanical gears on the Byron are still ticking, which is the most brilliant invention of the human industrial age. Frankimir gasped tiredly as he stroked the petite Iren Elena in his arms.

"Come with me. Let's get out of this damn place and fly away. Frankimir hugged Elena in his arms tightly and said softly. For this moment, he thought about it for a long time and looked forward to it for a long time, he couldn't hold back any longer, and finally spoke up.

Elena looked up and looked at Frankimir tenderly. Her long eyelashes are so charming that they make people feel unsoothed. She gently stroked Frankimir's lips with her soft hands. She couldn't have imagined that he would say such a thing to herself, she hadn't had such extravagant expectations, and she definitely didn't want him to take her away. But she can't do it, let alone say it, she loves him deeply, so she can't allow him to do irreparable things.

She confronted his tenderness with gentleness, tears filled her eyes for a moment, she didn't dare to look at him anymore, she lowered her head and silently kissed the man's strong shoulder.

Frank Mire gently stroked Elena's light brown hair with the tip of her nose, expecting her answer. As long as she says a word, he will be desperate to take her away and fly away. Escape from this cruel and painful world in search of the Garden of Eden, where there are only two of them.

"Promise me, Elena. Trust me, Elena. Let's get out of here, leave here forever, and I'll be with you to the ends of the earth. ”

Elena couldn't hold back the tears in the corners of her eyes any longer, and crystal tears slid down her porcelain cheeks. She was not cursing this filthy and filthy place all the time, and she wanted to promise him at once and let him take her away.

But the thought of the crimson "V" on her back instantly made her feel discouraged. She was a slave in the Gulag, and now she was forced to become a dusty woman. She was destined not to be free, and God gave her natural beauty, but it did not bring happiness.

And what about him? Young and vigorous, the future is immeasurable. He has a decent job, a beautiful wife, and an unlimited future. For him, the love between them, perhaps, is only the short-lived crystallization of excessive longing, and soon everything will pass, and time will be able to heal any wound.

He would return to his wife, he would return to work, and he would have a better life than he had now, a life that had nothing to do with her Elena. He would soon forget about this place, about her, about everything that had ever been between them, this was not the place where a man should be.

Elena didn't dare to think about it, and the more she thought about it, the more afraid she was of losing him forever. He was the only one she felt kind, the only one she felt warm, the only one who touched her heart in this suffering world. Although he was so rough at times, she still felt tenderness. What more could you hope for? That's enough.

Elena didn't answer for a long time, Frankimir hugged Elena and kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her fragrant shoulders again, and the flame of ** burned again, making her flutter with joy.

Elena licked Frank Mireir's fingers with the tip of her tongue and slowly pushed his arms away. Her slender fingers caressed his chest, and her mind couldn't help but recall the joy of the two being one. He was full of vitality, like a burning torch, she gasped under him, she was completely conquered, but she was not willing to resist at all, she willingly wanted to be his slave. Only in that moment can she feel that she is really alive and truly existent.

Her face was full of exhaustion, her eyes were full of tears, and she had many things to say to Frankie Mill, but she couldn't. She can only use ** to tell him how much she loves him and how much she needs him.

A stiff smile appeared on Frank Mire's face, and Elena knew he was expecting her answer. Elena leaned down, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "My prince, it's almost dawn, and you should go." I don't want people to see you come to a place like this, you are a decent gentleman. Go back, come back to your wife, she is your eternal home, and I am just a dessert after dinner, if you want me, then come to me, I will always be waiting for you. ”

Frankie Mire sat up abruptly, clasped Elena's hands, shook his head desperately and said, "Why? Why don't you want to go with me, why don't you leave with me, don't you believe me? Do you think I'm joking with you? Do you not want to leave this filthy place? Yes, every man here worships you like a goddess. To you, I am no different from your countless admirers. It's my own wishful thinking that we truly love each other. ”

"It's not like that, it's not. I love you, I really love you. ”

"Really? Then why don't you promise me, why do you want to stay here. How many men have you said to you, is this your mantra? Enough, enough, I've heard enough. I really shouldn't have been here, maybe it was a mistake in the first place, maybe I shouldn't have known you at all. ”

Franky Mill pulled the lace black dress pressed against the trench coat, threw it at Elena hard, grabbed his trench coat and draped it over his body, and didn't even remember to wear pants and shirts, but just kicked "Pete Pig" fiercely, and walked out of the room without looking back.