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Chapter 44
The suffering was endless and Stanley couldn’t keep himself from giving in to that unquenchable thirst. He was so excited, anxious, mad whatever you call that emotion. He couldn’t keep his cool, no matter how much he tried to suppress the urge it’s just pointless. He can’t even feel his own body obeying him. It felt so numb and stiff as if he’s a walking corpse.
The whiff of blood and the smell of decay basked his sense of smell making him unable to breathe. It was suffocating and disgusting that he could feel himself being destroyed inside. It burns beneath and he was losing his mind.
If it wasn’t for the shared sense, he wouldn’t feel this way but thinking that Byul was in a state like this, the feeling of uneasiness washed over his pain. All he could ever think of was,
Find him..
Save him…
Eat him…
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Byul have no idea of what was going on at all. He was senseless, painless and casted out of the hurtful reality. His brain and body are numb and he couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. All he could obey was his instincts. His instincts to strive, kill and rip everything into shreds. He can also only feel the unending thirstiness in his throat, the strong urge to bite and gnaw at someone’s flesh. Everything felt so unreal but that’s all he could ever think of.In fact, he already lost his will. He can only stare and see the bloody mess in front of him by he couldn’t do anything. He don’t want to do anything but to just stare and wait for the next prey he could bury his teeth on. It was such a disastrous thought but he doesn’t know. All he could ever think was how will the blood ooze from those bite marks? How would his next prey slowly turned just like him and how he would fight and survive?All that simple yet disastrous thoughts ran on his head.And right now…He felt just one thing.‘It h
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“Stop…”Byul whimpered in a soft voice as he slapped away the naughty hand crawling all over his chest. The surrounding became silent but he could clearly hear the heavy breathing next to his ears. It was a slow, ragged breath that made his face turned bright red. What is this bastard planning to do? He really couldn’t comprehend his actions anymore. He thought he already turned over a new leaf and didn’t care about their past anymore but what is he doing now?The warm air crawl down to his nape as the soft, warm lips planted a small kiss on his skin. The kiss was gentle and ticklish and Byul felt as if bolts of electricity are being sent into his body. The little lamb trembled a bit as the warm feeling started to spread all over his body. It was yet again that feeling he already forgotten long ago. It was strange yet familiar to him and that’s exactly why he can’t shake off the memory of that passionate night.The gentle kisses turned aggressive and Byul felt the naughty hands snakin
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‘Hnn…’Byul worked up groggily. As he open his eyes, he felt heavy because of the arms wrapped around his waist tightly clutched him with no escape. He absentmindedly looked at it for a moment. Few minutes later, he slowly moved his body wanting to sat up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower half as if he just got stabbed with a knife.F*cking hell! It hurts like a b*tch!He cursed inside as he silently reprimanded himself or endure the pain to sit. When the blanket slip away from his chest, the horrifying evidence of last night immediately welcomed his eyes.After realizing what happened, he immediately shove the arms away from him and face palmed guiltily. His whole face paled as he finally recalled everything that happened to them.“Haah…”To think he was gasping and moaning under this bastard’s embrace made him feel ashamed of himself. How could he? Of all people with this guy?! Byul stared at the bastard’s face and heaved a long sigh. Damn it. What now? He couldn’t bel
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Byul was really tired of being wrapped around his fingers. After the deed was done, he can only feel himself crumbling away. Where was his pride? He never imagined that he would be so disappointed about himself like this. Perhaps, it was because of his stubbornness that lead him to such ending but seeing how the situation turned pretty much out of his own grasps. He just don’t want to do a single thing anymore.Problem is, he had no way to take back the words he hurled to him in the past and he could never recover from the humiliation he felt. It was pathetic and he can’t even say anything at all. The only thing in his mind right now was to either forget everything and move on or cling to his crumbling resolve. No matter how much he put on weight to his hatred, he can only feel the undeniable guilt slapping back.Well, it doesn’t really matter. So long he never let go of his remaining pride…That morning, they prepared for the next action to take. The zombies still haven’t reached the
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