"What do you want?" Hugh laid on the bed with his body wrapped in the quilt. He was trembling for his touch.

He couldn't forget what happened in the study yesterday!

The great pain, like a sharp iron net, entangled his flesh. He was like a poor fish trapped in the net, struggling, and his skin was bleeding. His soul was also in torture because of this young man.

Jola looked at Hugh who was afraid of him, and suddenly smiled coldly.

He was pulling Hugh's hair, smiled and then licked the man's face suddenly.

Hugh's face was licked by Jola’s soft tongue, which made him feel like being grilled by fire, cut by knife!

"Don't do this..." Hugh closed his eyes in humiliation. He screamed and his tears were flowing out again.

"You don’t want it? Why? You like it. Master... it was you who asked me to do that once and once again yesterday."

Jola opened Hugh's mouth, licking his teeth, like a beggar devoured his remaining dignity, fierce and serious!

"I didn’t!" Hugh roared!

Hugh looked at Jola in pain. Suddenly, he grabbed Jola’s shoulder with his trembling hands, and then asked, "Jola... Why are you doing this to me... Why? I have never abused you. Ten years ago, it was I who took you to my home out of kindness... But now, why are you doing this to me? Why!"

He didn’t take any precautions to Jola before, and he never thought that this child would ... defile him!

"Why? Oh, there are not so many reasons in this world. I want to do it, and then I do it!" Jola pinched Hugh’s face, which made his delicate skin red, even left a finger mark.

"Master... if you want to know why, ask yourself. Look at you, you are born to be played by men. Your are too sensitive, even more sensitive than women. A light touch could leave red marks ... Come on, let me see, I believe that I can still see the marks on your body left yesterday by me ..."

"No...let me go, let me go!" Hugh was pale and almost collapsed, covering his body with clothes and not letting Jola touch him.

"Bitch, get off!"

Jola’s eyes were fierce and malicious, he slapped Hugh twice harshly. The young man was strong and he had no mercy. Hugh felt giddy after being slapped, and loosen his hand.

"Come on! Look at you! What is this? Hum? They are engraved on your body, do you know?!"

Jola brutally stripped Hugh's clothes off!

The man's body was naturally white as jade, his skin was more delicate than girl’s. Just like Jola said, a little touch will leave red marks on it, and those red marks were exactly caused by him.

Hugh’s cheeks were red and swollen. He curled his body, trying to hide his naked body, and then cried like a delicate child.

Again, it happened again!

Why, why?

Why he must face this fate again and again?

Just because of his tragic body?

Jola looked at the man who was sobbing ... and even felt a sense of pity.

"You bitch, always seduce a man to pity you, are you? Well? You are not a man or a woman, you are a bitch in nature!"

Jola was irritated, he thought this sense of pity was ridiculous. He grabbed Hugh with his face and eyes red, full of hatred and cared nothing about his struggle!

"Don't, don't ..." Hugh was almost out of breath, and the sharp pain made him tremble in despair.

"Master, you know, I like you... I like to see you like this, which is ... tempting."

Jola wiped his hand and smiled. He mercifully pulled the quilt to cover Hugh’s body.

The half-dead Hugh was lying on the bed. His tears were drained.

The sound of closing the door made him feel a little relieved.

He finally ...left.

Today is finally over.

Biting the quilt, Hugh felt really humiliated!

“Click.”

This sound was not loud, but pierced into the heart of Hugh like a knife!

He didn't dare to look back. He even didn't dare to breathe.

One hand, touched his back and patted him gently.

So gentle.

Is that Jola?

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Jola said that you are sick, are you uncomfortable? Dad? Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"...Edmond." Hugh didn’t turn over. He tried to restrain his voice and said, "Dad just has a cold. It’s not a big deal. Go out, I don’t want you to catch it."

"Yeah, Dad, I am going to school, see you."

"Okay."

After Edmond went out, Jola came in. He closed the door and walked to Hugh, leaning over Hugh’s ear and kissing on his face, "Master, you must behave yourself, otherwise... your son will see the video that you are pressed by me on the table... Do you understand?"

"I understand." Hugh opened his eyes in despair. In his beautiful eyes, there were a pool of dead water.