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032 Inhuman torture

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    Every time you touch it, every time you wipe it, it hurts like a knife.  Touching and wiping the same place again is like sprinkling salt on a freshly cut scar.  That kind of pain can definitely kill people.  Oh no, now I'd rather die than come back to life.  Because, only after death, I will no longer feel such terrible pain.  When my consciousness was blurred, I recalled the scene I saw on TV. Whenever there was severe pain, the people in the play would pass out and pass out.  Now, how I wish I could faint too!  However, after enduring waves of severe pain, his consciousness is still very clear.  God!  What am I doing wrong?  Why are you punishing me like this?

    At this moment, everything outside gradually became blurred.  Between the heavens and the earth, all that remains seems to be the sharp pain like being cut by a knife and fried in oil.  I "wailed" and "rolled" regardless of my image.  Of course, at that time, it never occurred to me that I was no longer in control of my body.  Conversely, even if I can control it, I will definitely do it!  What image, perseverance, go fuck it all!  Under such severe pain, who else can take care of these things!  If I could make a sound at that time, it is estimated that in just a few minutes, my throat would be hoarse from howling crazily; if I could control my body at that time, then it is estimated that only three or two  If I fell down, I would be able to roll from the hospital bed to the ground; if I was normal at that time, then my uncontrollable and crazy behavior would definitely alarm the entire inpatient building Fuck it, fuck it all  right!  Now, how can I manage so much!  I was just instinctively "roaring" and "tumbling" at the top of my lungs

    It is strange to say that under such inhuman torture, my consciousness has been kept awake.  This horrible sobriety completely broke my extravagant hope of avoiding pain through fainting.

    Suddenly, I felt a pair of very familiar palms.  These palms have served me well for a long time.  After being discharged from the hospital, these palms helped me to do almost all of my washing, scrubbing and other things.  During that time, I felt that these palms were so gentle and lovely.  From those palms, I got too much warmth and touch.  It can be said that if it were not for these palms, I would not be able to hold on for a day in the months after I was discharged from the hospital.  Even now, I am grateful for these palms.

    It's a pity that the palm that was originally full of warmth now brings me the same as that strange big hand, all of which are heart-piercing pain.

    "Smelly bitch, what are you doing blindly! Move that disgusting palm away!" I, who had reached the limit of my patience, yelled loudly without thinking.  Although my wife couldn't hear it at that time, I still felt extremely annoyed afterwards!  How could I be so rude to her?  During this period of time, she suffered a lot for me.  Even now, she just wants to help me one last time.  Because she knew that I always "love to be clean", that's why she helped the two strangers scrub so carefully.  She was worried about those two people, for fear that they would not be able to clean my body because they were perfunctory.  Even at the end, she was thinking of me wholeheartedly!  I actually scolded her so loudly!  It shouldn't be, it really shouldn't be!  I thought, if she knew that her actions would cause me such pain, then she would definitely stop her stupid scrubbing action decisively, and try her best to prevent the two strangers from doing the same.

    None of my "wailing", "tumbling" and "stopping" can stop the palpitating scrubbing action.  What's even more frightening is that in such a huge pain, I don't even have the ability to distract myself.  The more it hurts, the more I seem to be able to focus.  Therefore, the severe pain was transmitted to the depths of my soul without any omission.  The intense pain almost shattered my soul into pieces.

    Can't stop drinking, can't transfer, can't escape, then, what can I do?  Of course, you can only bear it in pain!  It felt like I was being pushed to the limit again and again, but every time the limit was broken, I couldn't pass out as I wished.  So, I had to continue to endure the severe pain beyond the limit.  Can you imagine the feeling of being broken again and again, being forced to endure again and again?  Anyway, for myself, I would rather "die".  In my opinion, even the torment like hell might not be as painful as it is now.

    Finally, all the palms left me.  All the pain disappeared miraculously in an instant.  Suddenly, I seemed to have come to heaven from hell.  It was an extremely cool feeling!  I feel so comfortable that I want to fuck!  If, at this moment, someone asks, what is happiness?  Then, I will definitely return without hesitationAnswer: "The feeling of no pain is called happiness!" In fact, if you want to experience happiness, it is very simple, you have to experience extreme pain first.  Without comparison and contrast, then you will never experience the true meaning of happiness.  Happiness and pain are the unity of contradictions. Without the foil of pain, there will be no real happiness.  After going through a lot of pain like hell, I finally realized what is called real happiness.

    Without the shield of pain, my perception of the outside world gradually became clearer.  At the moment, I am naked.  It makes me feel ashamed.  If I can still move freely, then at this moment, I will definitely find a crack to hide.  Just when I was anxious, ashamed and angry, the familiar voice of my son-in-law sounded in my ear.  This made me suddenly ecstatic.  Because, I know, the son-in-law sent the shroud specially this time.  Although, at the moment I am very resistant to wearing a shroud.  Because, my consciousness is still quite clear, and I haven't really "dead".  It would definitely be a very unlucky thing for me to wear the shroud worn after death while "alive".  Still, I would rather put on the shroud than lie naked in public.  Because, I would rather be unlucky than shameful.

    Thinking of this, I couldn't help but praise: "Hehe, what a son-in-law!" For me who was naked at the moment, the son-in-law who came with the shroud undoubtedly became the biggest savior for me to end my shame.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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