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病爱(原版)

"Question,Will you die for me?"

There is an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the suburbs, which is actually a hospital for the mentally ill with severe antisocial personality. It uses methods that are vile. Even if I am the doctor there, I can’t say. 

 I am the youngest assistant professor at Stanford University. I could have continued to take the postgraduate entrance examination and become an associate professor, but I still feel that teaching is not my cup of tea. It feels like my enthusiasm is useless, plus they invited me to be a psychologist here. The salary is not bad, so I promised them. 

I was recently assigned to treat a severely sociopathic and schizophrenic person. Every day, stepping on high heels, I slowly opened the door that was always guarded by two people. He called himself a joker, his hair was dyed green, and he looked handsome. I was quite disdainful of him, because he always had a hippie smile and I pretty don’t like it. 

Later, somehow, after I heard about his experience, I began to sympathize with him. It may be because of a woman’s maternal love, or it may be that he and I have the same experience during the childhood. We all have similar family backgrounds. I have some desire for protection that shouldn’t be there. 

I started to want to know him more deeply and want to make him happy, just as I secretly brought him a cute kitten doll before, and he liked it very much. I feel like I'm a step closer to him. 

One day, he asked me to go over. He wanted to tell me a secret. I leaned over and heard his magnetic and deep voice whispered in my ear.  

‘After you get off work today, go find my subordinates and find me a gun , I want to leave.’ 

I hesitated a few seconds, and I answered him, yes, but you also have to take me away, don't leave me alone. 

After a few days, his men really came, they bombed the entire prison, and he took me away as promised, but they knocked me out and carried me away.

When I woke up, I found myself on an operating table. I found myself tied up by something, unable to move, and my eyes were covered by a black cloth. I could smell the faint smell of disinfectant in the air, and A sweet smell of blood. I was scared and started to struggle violently.

He came over at this time, he pulled the black cloth off my eyes, put a belt in my mouth, held me down, and injected me with a dose of anesthetic. It only moved me. No, my sanity is still sober. He picked up the electric shock device and shocked my head. I was desperate. I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t escape. The clown whispered softly as if to a lover, would you like it? I was shaken. I realized that I fell in love with the clown, the kind of inextricable one.

I would never know that the electric shock was so painful. He asked me a question when I was in a daze. I can't actually hear it, but I remember that I said I do. 

Then he took me to the chemical pool. He smiled like an totally psycho, although he was really one , brisk footsteps, frivolous and malicious, he approached me step by step until I couldn’t retreat. , Unavoidable. He stood firmly in front of me, playing with the pistol in his hand, there was a kind of eroticism, close to the provocative, weird beauty. 

He held my hand, opened the insurance, and pressed it against my head. 

"Question, Would you die for me?"

His voice was hoarse, and his hot breath sprayed on my face. 

"Yes "  

He smiled, "That's too easy, would you live for me?" 

"Yes"  

As if to prove my determination, I don't know where did my courage come from, I jumped of into the chemical pool in one step, and I was almost covered by the chemical liquid in a reassuring posture. 

He turned around on the high platform, pulled off his checkered coat, and jumped down. The thick liquid blocked most of the gravity, and he pulled me, his queen, out of the water. I slowly stroked his face, he finally couldn't bear it, and kissed me fiercely. I wrapped his waist and responded fiercely to his kiss. 

Only I know that he is not my patient, he is my Mr. J and my love. 

 Since that moment, I became the only person allowed to hold his hand. He and I became the king and queen of the underground kingdom of Gothic City. I am very happy because puddin said I was his only queen. 

The love of two normal people is always fragile. All small factors will separate them, but two lunatics will not. Apart from death, nothing can separate them. 

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