As he tossed and turned between sobriety and sleepiness, he felt Yerna close to his ear, speaking tenderly to him.

But the effect of the sedative was about to take him to a bottomless dream, and when the remaining consciousness could still grasp a trace of reality, he clinged to the crook of the arm that always loved him and he never wanted to leave.

"Why are you leaving? Stay by my side, Jerna, I'm so scared! ”

The hands touched him gently, and the voice of his beloved was a little more sentimental.

"Because, that's what you want. Perslin, I'm not the only one in your life. ”

"No, don't go—"

The cycle of nightmarish dreams haunted him again. The most hateful thing is that in the dream he always cries and begs the man he hates to the bone, begging him not to leave.

Why is this so? Wasn't that exactly what he wanted? Let his own life be freed, and let the evil spirit that has ruled him for so long die. Why can't he let go when it comes?

"You're less self-righteous! I'm not crying for you, I'm not crying for myself and your past. If there is no you from beginning to end, there is no you, only me and her—"

He woke up with a cry that had interrupted his dream, a cold stain on his forehead. There was a silver basin next to the bed, and he leaned over to wipe his face with water.

"Oh, you can't do it without a towel, you're going to get sick again."

He rubbed his eyes and thought with a little smirk: it was so bad that after this series of shocks, even dreams and reality were mixed together.

"So, you think you're still in a dream?"

The slightly teasing magnetic bass grew closer, so close that he couldn't ignore it. Whether or not it was due to his own schizophrenia, he felt the real flesh approaching the threshold after all.

There is no escape. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and opened them violently. Seeing the door open silently, a deceased man who had been in his nightmares for more than ten years looked at him patiently with a towel and a glass of water.

"It's you!?"

The man's steps were as gentle as a panther panther punishing its prey, and his appearance was more vivid and handsome as a wild carnivore: a tall, solid bronze body, stripped more masculine by the pure black leather coat on his body.

His facial features resemble those of a genius craftsman's bronze statue—deep lines, piercing gray-silver eyes, and lips with male flames. It was not as if he had only uttered revolutionary slogans at that time, but now his lips whispered softly to him in a sensual tone.

"I know you'll always have to be taken care of. What a troublesome child, my child. ”

Perslin tried to speak, but his throat was clogged by an invisible piston, and he could only watch the man sit on the edge of the bed, wiping his hot and cold body more carefully than any lover.

"Come, be a good boy, put your hand out. Your clothes are soaking wet, you need to change them quickly so you don't catch a cold. ”

He found himself like a survivor pulled out of a meteorite pile, looking at the broken spaceship and letting out an incoherent trill.

"Don't, don't be kidding! You, you're—"

He was supposed to be his dead father, and Bellig Rhaegar held his face, his gentle tone teasing with uncontrollable malice.

"What do you want to say? Let me guess... I see! You want to laugh hysterically and tell me the trick doesn't work. After all, the number of resurrections of the dead is too much, isn't it? ”

A cold rage miraculously made him forget his fears. This man! He is the only one who has the ability to make the most tragic scenes seem so low.

He couldn't break free of the hands that restrained him, but Perslin had long since given up on using force to escape his father. He let the man rudely rip off his pajamas, and he sneered almost triumphantly.

"You're right. The first resurrection was a miracle, the second was a surprise. As for the third time, it is a useless thing that should die again. If your resurrection is of any use to me, it is proof that the theory is not wrong. ”

"Is there really not? Don't you dream of me every night and wish I could come back to life? Less reckless, this duplicitous child. ”

His father grinned, and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt, a bronze eagle emblem hanging from the silver chain in the middle.

He bit his lip hard, and the painful sensation reminded him that it was all real, real experience. Now he has no way out, he must face the scars of memory for a long time. Perhaps, this is the only exit...

"Are you going to find righteous revenge in me? If I tell you that I don't regret betraying you at all, I just hate myself for not being able to face Daboseer and tell her what I really want to say. I came back only to face her, my true mother, and my father! ”

Bai Lige's expression did not change. But, from his suddenly furrowed brow, Perslin knew that his trick had worked. Obviously, the other party didn't expect him to say this, nor did he expect that he would know so much

However, this did little to improve his current situation.

The corners of Bai Lige's mouth skimmed over an extremely masculine cruel smile. He grabbed Perslin's hands and handcuffed him mercilessly, glaring at the body lying on the bed unable to resist, and the silver pupils that stared at him forcefully.

"Good, what a kind of child. Now let's see, your limits are there..."

"Hey, Dawn, see for yourself! This time, I definitely don't want to communicate with his consciousness.'"

"Whatever you want, I think it's too much. Bai Lige, this guy is a super A-level sadist! Why did Daboseer have such a heavy hand? ”

"Well, she's going to say it's all for her beloved child."

"Well, well, we're not her kids."

"I've wanted to do this to you since a long time ago, experimenting with landscapes inside and outside your body, my Perslin."

Is that so? Isn't that what ritual is all about: naked power structures.

He began to think dizzily - is that it, this is the test I am going through?

He knelt with his legs at the ends of one of the long pillows, letting the ropes tie up; There is no point of focus on the body above the waist.

As for his body, he was fitted with many beautiful heterochromatic garments—a collar of sterling silver and rubies around his neck, black leather ornaments around his arms, thighs, waist, and thighs, and even a leather item resembling a horse's bridle.

He can't speak now.

His mouth was wrapped several times with a black ribbon tied in a neat bow at the back of his neck.