Book1:TeDream-Maker
书迷正在阅读：如影随形（1v1）h , 黄金城 , cao男人的日日夜夜 , 心情小记 , 【虫族/总攻】虫皇陛下 , 绿光与无梦之夜 , 顶流她又强又沙雕 , 一世诏书 , 晨光之爱 , 精灵盛院 , [综恐]谁是我的爱？ , 【反派初始化/暮辰】老情人
sha．You’vebinonyourfeetalldayandmustbetired．Here,I’llmassageyoulegsforyou…PeoplesaytheydoneseeMr．Silkise’sghostwalkingaroundthehouseandgarden．Haveyouseenhim?" Justthen,therewasaloudcrash,followedbypitifulscreeg．Themouse,luredbythebeefstewandhoney,hadgohekit．Hefirstjumpedontoachair,thenontotheterandbegannibblingatthehoney．Ashetookonemorestepforward，theknifecrashedtothefloortakingthemousewithit．Thefatmousendedfirstwithathudandtheknifefellonit,nailingittotheground． 4 "Mytrapworked!"MarshacriedtriumphantlyandhurriedoutfollowedbyJamaz．Theypulledtheknifefromthebodyofthebleedingandmortallywoundedmouse,whledtohisfeetandstilttemptedtoescape．Jamazra，choppingatitmercilesslyseveraltimesuntilitbecameabloody,imass.Initsshortlifethemousehadbeenfortunateenoughtoescapeinnumerabletrapsanddangers,butthissttimehewasnotsolucky．Lowerlevenimalslivingwithinthefinesofhumansocietyusuallysharethistragid． Takingtheoppositedirefromthemouse,Dimitriwentonhisway;buthehadonlytakeepswheextremepaininhislefteye,likebeingstabbedbyasharpneedleorpiercedbyaknife．Hisrighteyehadbeenblindsincechildhood,andnowhisleftvisionwasgoingtoo．Heitentlyopenedhiseyestolookaheadofhimandthenwouldwalkforawhilewithhiseyesclosed.Theterriblepaincausedtearsandnasalmucustostreamuntrolblydownhisface．Hewouldwipeatthemsurreptitiouslywithhissleeves，buttheykepting．Dimitribowedhisheadaclosetothewalltoavoidtheattentionofpassersby．Thepedestrianstalkingandughing，themotoristswhizzingbyintheircarsseemedhappyandpurposeful,makingDimItrifeelhewasthemostunfortunatemanoreetbecausehehadtoputupwithsuchexcruciatingpain．Passingthescorchedremainsofanadultmovietheater,DimitrirememberedhowtheyusedtogeadseveryFriday.Hewouldloiteraboutandstareatthem,fetfulofhiswhereaboutsuntilpeoplewouldstopincuriositytoseewhathewasstaringatandhewouldbedrivenawaybytheirsnickering．Occasionallyhewouldbuyaticketandgoin．Butnowitwasonlyaheapofruins．Onlyhalfaposterremainedshowingtherumpofanakedwomandoggiefashionhighupintheair．Themenandwomenwhohadmadelovewiththeirfleshbodiessofuriouslyandwithsuchabando,hadnowallgoneupinsmokeandfire．Hewastherewhenthefirebrokeoutandhesawanunreizablebodybeingcarriedout,coveredwithneer．Hestillfeltnauseouswhenherememberedthesmellofhumanfleshburnttoacharcoallogsothatnoonecoulddeterminewhoitwas，orwhetheritwasmaleorfemale... Dimitriwokefromhisreveriewithastart，rememberioseeDr．ElinaGelbart．Buthowcouldhegotoseethatbeautifulyoungwoman，dirtyandsmellyashewas?Heturnedbaton9thStreet,turoghatowothelounityCollegeandmadefym．Hehadalockerthere,#45,whereheputhisestclothes．HeohisoldfriendDavid,theharelippedjanitavehimatowein.Dimitriwasgreetedbyawaveofhotsteam,apaniedbynoisyshoutsandughterofyoungathletesshafterpractice．Ifitweren’tforhisappoiwithDr．Gelbart，hewouldbecurledupinadarkerofhisdipidatedshelter,motionless，eyesclosed，sufferinginsilendresignation．Thepain，whichwasrendinghissoupart,wasliketherippingsoundoftearingpaper,butDimitrienduredallthiswithinfiiehefleshbodycouldgivepleasure，hereasowasonlytobeexpectedthatit