Suo Qingjun Chapter 88

Threat

The night was like a thick black cloth, completely covering up the hustle and bustle of the old city.At eight o’clock sharp, Lin Xingmian appeared under the third sycamore tree in the parking lot on time.

The black USB flash drive was stuffed in the tree hole. When he took it out, his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.As soon as he stood up, the low roar of a car engine came from behind him. The familiar black business car slid silently in front of him, and the door unlocked with a click.

“Get in the car.” Brother Yan’s voice came from the back seat, sinister and cold.

Lin Xingmian clutched the USB flash drive, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, but she didn’t dare to hesitate at all.He opened the back door and sat in. The strong smell of tobacco and low-quality perfume hit his face, making him choke and hold his breath.

Brother Yan snatched the U disk and threw it to the men next to him.The man immediately plugged in the computer, quickly checked the photos of the purchase order, and nodded to Brother Yan: “Brother, it’s true.”

Brother Yan had a satisfied smile on his face, but that smile was even more chilling than a rainy day.He raised his hand, pinched Lin Xingmian’s chin with his rough fingertips, and forced him to look up at him. His tone was frivolous and disgusting: “Yes, quite obedient. It seems that your mother’s life is indeed precious to you.”

Lin Xingmian turned his head away, trying to avoid his touch, but he squeezed her tighter, and the old injury on his chin was pulled, making his eyes red with pain.”I gave you the things, Brother Yan, can I go?”

“Let’s go?” Brother Yan suddenly pushed him hard as if he heard some joke.Lin Xingmian was unprepared, and his back hit the car window hard, making a muffled sound.

“When did I say that you can leave after you give me something?” Brother Yan came closer, the tip of his nose almost touched Lin Xingmian’s face, and his turbid breath sprayed on his skin, “Your skin and tender flesh are more attractive than those little girls I have seen. I asked you to pretend to be good before, so that you can do things. Now that things are done, you should ‘repay’ me properly.”

Lin Xingmian’s pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.He suddenly realized what Brother Yan wanted to do, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze: “You…what do you mean?”

“What do you mean?” Brother Yan let go of his chin, but hugged his waist, and rubbed his back with his fingers maliciously, “From today on, you will be my lover. Follow me, eat well and drink spicy food, and I will pay for your mother’s medicine and treatment. If you dare not agree…”

His conversation suddenly changed, his eyes became extremely cruel, and he stabbed Lin Xingmian’s chest heavily with his fingertips: “I will have people go to your house right now, drag your mother out of the hospital, and throw her under the bridge to feed wild dogs. Or, I will take a photo of you crawling over like a dog today and send it to your teachers and classmates at school, so that everyone can see what kind of thing you Lin Xingmian is!”

“You’re crazy!” Lin Xingmian was shaking all over and pushed Brother Yan away, but his men held down his shoulders.He struggled, and the collar of his school uniform was pulled crookedly, exposing the veins on his neck, “I won’t agree! Let me go!”

“Don’t agree?” Brother Yan sneered, raised his hand and slapped him.This slap was heavier than in the afternoon, and the corners of Lin Xingmian’s mouth split instantly. Blood dripped down his chin and onto his school uniform, turning a dazzling red.

“Are you allowed to do it?” Brother Yan grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her, his eyes full of violent pleasure, “You are a dog I raised. If I let you wag your tail, you can’t hold your legs. Being my lover is your blessing, so don’t be shameless.”

The car drove along and finally stopped in front of a remote single-family building on the outskirts of the city.This place is far away from the busy city. There are no street lights around. It is pitch black, like a monster that devours people.

“Bring him in.” Brother Yan opened the car door and ordered his men.

Lin Xingmian was dragged into the house staggeringly by two strong men holding his arms.The decoration in the room was tacky and luxurious, but the crystal chandelier was not turned on. Only a few dim wall lamps were lit, making the whole space feel particularly depressing.

He was pressed on the cold leather sofa, and Brother Yan sat across from him slowly, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.”I’ll give you one last chance, Lin Xingmian. Nod, your mother will be protected by me for the rest of her life. Shake your head, I will send you and your mother on the road now.”

Lin Xingmian lowered his head, looking at the frayed school uniform on his knees and the oozing blood, and then remembered his mother lying on the bed, holding his hand and saying, “Mom, I’m dragging you down.”

Despair was like a tide, completely submerging him.

It’s not that he’s not afraid, it’s not that he’s not disgusted, it’s not that he doesn’t hate it.

But he had no choice.

As the night grew darker, the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks in the restaurant finally stopped.

Brother Yan wiped his mouth, stood up and walked back to the living room.He did not look directly at Lin Xingmian, but walked around behind the sofa, placed his hands on the armrests, and looked down at the people on the ground.

Lin Xingmian still maintained the previous position, kneeling on the marble, with his back straight and his eyes fixed on the cigarette.A few hours later, his knees were so numb that he lost all feeling, and his toes were red from the cold, but he didn’t even move at all.

The cigarette was still where it was, motionless.

“There are some rules.” Brother Yan’s voice sounded above his head, with a bit of casual approval, but there was no warmth at all.

Lin Xingmian’s Adam’s apple rolled up, but he still didn’t dare to raise his head, and just responded in a low voice: “Yes, Brother Yan.”

Brother Yan walked around to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, and the toes of his leather shoes stopped just beside Lin Xingmian’s knees.He raised his hand and gently flicked the cigarette with his toes. The cigarette rolled out a few centimeters and stopped at Lin Xingmian’s fingertips.

“Pick it up.”

Lin Xingmian’s fingertips trembled suddenly, and he slowly raised his hand, carefully holding the cigarette body, as if he was afraid of breaking something.He handed the cigarette over, holding it in both hands, his posture extremely humble.

Brother Yan didn’t answer, but instead raised his foot and gently stepped on the back of his hand.

It’s not very powerful, but it has absolute control.

“Who told you to use your hands?” Brother Yan’s tone suddenly turned cold, and the sole of his shoe crushed the back of his hand, “I said, here, my words are the rules. I told you to pick it up, but I didn’t tell you to use your hands.”

The back of Lin Xingmian’s hand was stepped on so hard that his bones felt like they were about to be crushed.He closed his eyes suddenly and dug his nails into his palms to hold back the sound.

He got it.

What Brother Yan wanted was never his obedience, but his complete surrender – to be deprived of even the slightest bit of self-awareness.

Lin Xingmian slowly let go of his hand and let the cigarette fall back to the ground.He lowered his head, put his face close to the ground, and gently held the filter of the cigarette with his lips.The astringent taste of tobacco stuck to his lips, and the nausea rushed to the top of his head, but he could only endure it, raised his head little by little, and handed the cigarette to Brother Yan.

Brother Yan was finally satisfied. He raised his hand to take the cigarette and threw it on the coffee table.He leaned over, pinched Lin Xingmian’s chin, and forced him to look at him. His fingertips brushed the corners of his dusty lips, and his tone was frivolous and cruel: “This is called obedience. Remember, next time you dare to make your own decisions, it won’t be as simple as stepping on the back of your hand.”

Lin Xingmian’s eyes were red, but she didn’t shed a single tear.He looked at Brother Yan, with only a dead numbness left in his eyes, and nodded gently: “Remember, Brother Yan.”

Brother Yan let go of him, leaned back on the sofa, and pointed to the trash can in the corner: “Go, wipe your mouth clean. Then come over and squeeze my legs.”

This is a new order.

Lin Xingmian supported the ground and stood up with difficulty.The numbness in his knees instantly turned into excruciating pain. He staggered before barely standing still.My bare feet stepped on the floor, and every step felt like stepping on the tip of a knife.

He walked to the corner, picked up a tissue, and wiped the corners of his lips repeatedly until they turned red.

When he turned around, he saw the phone on the coffee table light up.

It’s his cell phone.

Brother Yan didn’t know when he took his mobile phone out of his schoolbag and put it at hand.A message popped up on the screen, from the neighbor’s aunt: [Xingmian, your mother woke up and asked you when you would be back. She said she had left hot porridge for you.】

This short sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing Lin Xingmian’s heart.

His mother is still waiting for him at home.

Waiting for her son to go back and drink a bowl of hot porridge cooked by her own hands.She didn’t know that her son was in this cold house at the moment, being treated as a plaything and not even qualified to reply to a message.

Lin Xingmian paused in his steps, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, with strong longing and pain welling up in his eyes.He wanted to send a message back, telling his mother that he was fine, telling her not to wait, telling her… that he missed her very much.

“What?” Brother Yan’s voice suddenly sounded, with a cold warning, “Want to check your phone?”

Lin Xingmian shuddered, looked away suddenly, walked quickly to the sofa, and knelt down again.He didn’t dare to look at that phone anymore, didn’t dare to think about his mother at home anymore, he could only suppress all the emotions in his heart, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently placed it on Brother Yan’s leg.

“Brother Yan, let me squeeze your legs.”

His fingers were stiff and uneven, so he could only knead them carefully.Brother Yan’s legs were very heavy, with a sense of pressure that made him dare not even breathe heavily.

The living room fell into dead silence again, except for the soft sound of fingertips on muscles.

I don’t know how long it took, but Brother Yan suddenly said: “Tomorrow, I will let you go home.”

Lin Xingmian’s movements suddenly stopped, and a light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly went out.He didn’t dare to believe it and didn’t dare to ask. He could only lower his head and responded softly: “Yes.”

“Don’t be too happy too early.” Brother Yan sneered, stretched out his hand to hold his head, forcing him to lower his head, “Go back and pack a few clothes, and tell your mother that you have gone to practice abroad and won’t be back for a short time. Dare you say one more word, dare to reveal any flaws -”

He paused, and his voice was as cold as ice: “I will let your mother never wait for you to come back.”

Lin Xingmian’s heart suddenly tightened, and the pain almost made him suffocate.

Go for an internship abroad.

This was a lie made up by Brother Yan for him, and it was also another shackles placed on him.

He wanted to tell this lie to his mother with his own hands.Look into her expectant eyes, tell her that she is going to “intern”, make her feel at ease, and let her wait for a return date that will never be fulfilled.

“I understand.” Lin Xingmian’s voice was extremely hoarse, with an extremely suppressed tremor, “I will do as you say.”

Brother Yan let go of his hand, sat back on the sofa with satisfaction, and closed his eyes: “Okay, let’s go to the basement and stay. Come with me early tomorrow morning.”

Lin Xingmian slowly retracted his hand and stood up with his support on the ground.He took one last look at the phone on the coffee table. The screen had gone dark and no messages popped up.

He knew that that phone would never belong to him from now on.

Lin Xingmian walked to the basement at the end of the stairs step by step with bare feet.The heavy iron door slammed shut behind him, and the sound of locking was like an eternal seal.

In the darkness, he slid down against the cold wall.

Tomorrow, he can go home.

I can look at my mother again, touch her skinny hands, and hear her voice again.

But so what?

He wanted to go home with lies, to cut off his mother’s expectations with his own hands, and to completely separate himself from that dark but warm little home.

There was no light or sound in the basement, just endless coldness.

Lin Xingmian hugged her knees and finally couldn’t bear it anymore, letting out an extremely suppressed sob.

The cry was very soft and broken, like a dying cub desperately licking its wounds in the darkness.

Brother Yan’s patience was obviously exhausted. He threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and walked to Lin Xingmian. He reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up.”It seems that you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. Okay, I’ll call the hospital now and ask them to stop your mother’s medicine——”

“I promise.”

Three words, as light as a feather but as heavy as a boulder, were squeezed out of Lin Xingmian’s throat, carrying endless humiliation and despair.

Brother Yan’s face immediately showed the look of a winner, “I won’t treat you badly.””

Lin Xingmian closed her eyes, and hot tears finally burst out.He let his tears fall, and allowed Brother Yan’s hands to roam around his body, but he didn’t even have the strength to resist.

He knew that from this moment on, he completely lost himself.

He is no longer the high school student who worked hard for his mother, or the boy who pretended to be well-behaved in the flower shop. He has become a plaything in Brother Yan’s hands, a puppet wrapped in humiliation.

The night outside the window was too thick to dissolve.

In this dark room, there is no light, no hope, only endless persecution and humiliation.

Lin Xingmian, on the other hand, could only bite his lip in this darkness and let himself fall into the abyss of eternal destruction.

The iron door slammed shut behind him, and the sound of the lock cylinder turning was like a death sentence.

This single-family house on the outskirts of the city was empty and cold, even the air was heavy, and there was no trace of popularity. Only the smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with violence from Brother Yan made Lin Xingmian faint.He was dragged into the living room by two men on his arms. His wrists were clenched so painfully that there was no room for him to struggle.

Brother Yan walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. He crossed his legs and tapped his knees with his fingertips. His eyes were like looking at an object, scanning Lin Xingmian from head to toe, his eyes sticky and sinister.

“Push him to the ground.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand immediately pressed hard.

Lin Xingmian’s knees weakened and hit the cold marble floor hard. The pain made him gasp, but he did not dare to make a sound.He lowered his head, his hair fell down to cover his face, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Brother Yan stood up and walked to him step by step. The tip of his leather shoe gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look up.

“The face looks pretty clean, but the bones are too hard.” His tone was frighteningly soft, and every word was filled with crushing humiliation, “Do you know who the master is now?”

Lin Xingmian bit her lip, the smell of blood spread in her mouth, and refused to say a word.

This silence completely angered Brother Yan.

He suddenly raised his foot, stepped on Lin Xingmian’s shoulder, and pushed down hard: “Speak!”

The force was so strong that it felt like crushing his bones. Lin Xingmian twitched all over in pain, tears welled up uncontrollably, but he still gritted his teeth and only let out a small groan.

“You still dare to be stubborn?Brother Yan sneered, retracted his feet, squatted down and pinched his face, his knuckles turning white with force, “I’ll tell you again – from the moment you step through this door, you are my person, my lover, and my dog.”You have to do whatever is asked of you, and you are not allowed to resist at all.”

Lin Xingmian’s eyes were red and her voice was trembling: “I…I’m just helping you…I don’t want to do this…”

“No?”Brother Yan seemed to have heard a big joke. He raised his hand and slapped him in the face again. The clear sound echoed in the empty house, “Are you qualified to say no?Your mother is lying in the hospital waiting for money to continue her life. Do you think you still have a choice?”

He came closer, his breath was turbid and disgusting, and he whispered into Lin Xingmian’s ears word by word:

“If you don’t agree, I will call to stop her dialysis now and let her die in the hospital bed.

If you dare to run away, I will expose your bad deeds to your school and let everyone know what you are.

If you dare to disobey me, I will find ways to make it impossible for you and your mother to live together.”

Every sentence touches his most fatal weakness.

Lin Xingmian froze all over and couldn’t even shake.

Despair was like a tide, drowning him completely.

Seeing his completely defeated look, Brother Yan let go of his hand with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and tugged at the collar of his wrinkled school uniform, his tone was frivolous and disgusting: “Be obedient, I will keep your mother alive and you will have food to eat. Otherwise… you know what will happen.”

He raised his hand to signal his men to let go.

Lin Xingmian lay paralyzed on the ground, his whole body exhausted, like a puddle of boneless mud.The wounds on his knees were so painful, the slap marks on his face were hot, and his heart was so heavy that he couldn’t breathe.

Brother Yan leaned back on the sofa and pointed to the room at the top of the stairs: “Go and change into the shabby clothes you are wearing. We will live here from now on. You don’t have to go to school or go home. Your job is to take good care of me.”

Lin Xingmian lay on the ground and didn’t move for a long time.

Brother Yan’s eyes turned cold, he picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it on the ground. The cracking sound was harsh: “Can’t you understand people? Or do you want me to drag your mother over before you are willing to move?”

This sentence completely defeated him.

Lin Xingmian held his hands on the ground and climbed up little by little. His steps seemed as if he were stepping on clouds, and he walked towards the stairs in a daze.Every step is like stepping on one’s own dignity.

The bedroom was very small, with only a bed and a wardrobe. The curtains were drawn tightly, not even light could come in.

Hanging in the closet were all loose black clothes, all prepared by Brother Yan for him, and none of them belonged to him.

He closed the door and slid down with his back against the door panel.

The tears on his face finally couldn’t be held back, and big ones fell on the back of his hands.

He took off his frayed school uniform, revealing the bruises on his body, each one reminding him of the humiliation he had just experienced.

When I put on the black clothes, the fabric stuck to my skin and was bitingly cold.

There was an impatient kick from Brother Yan outside the door: “Have you changed it yet? Get out!”

Lin Xingmian wiped away her tears, clenched her fists, and slowly stood up.

The moment he opened the door, all emotion disappeared from his face, leaving only a dead numbness.

The fabric of the black shirt is cold, and it is like an invisible shackles on the body.

Lin Xingmian stood at the door of the bedroom, her fingertips clenched until they turned white, but she still followed Brother Yan’s request and straightened the corners of her clothes.He pulled the collar as tight as possible, trying to cover up the thin redness on his neck and the remaining shame.He didn’t dare to wear slippers and stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet. Every step he took felt like stepping on his own heart.

The lights in the living room were still dim, and Brother Yan was sitting in the middle of the sofa, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, his eyes falling heavily on him.There was no warmth in his eyes, only scrutiny, as if he was inspecting a piece of goods that had just been packed.

“Come here.”

Two words, short, cold, and carrying an unquestionable command.

Lin Xingmian’s back tensed up instantly, but he didn’t dare to hesitate.He lowered his head, his eyes glued to the toes of his shoes, and walked step by step to stand one meter away from the sofa.The soles of his bare feet were numb from the cold on the floor, and the old injury on his knees was aching, but he even stood up straight, for fear that if he did something wrong, he would cause new trouble.

“Who asked you to stand?” Brother Yan’s voice suddenly became colder.

Lin Xingmian’s heart suddenly shrank, almost as a reflex, he bent his legs and knelt heavily on the hard marble floor.This kneeling was quicker and crisper than any other time before, as if the body had memorized this humiliating posture in advance.The muffled sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly clear in the empty living room, but he didn’t even frown.

“Look up.”

Another order.

Lin Xingmian slowly raised his head, and the emotions in his eyes were completely suppressed by him, leaving only a numbness like stagnant water.He didn’t dare to look into Brother Yan’s eyes, he could only stare at the buttons on the other man’s chest, breathing very lightly for fear of making any unnecessary noise.

Brother Yan was finally satisfied. He raised his hand and pointed to the position beside his feet: “Move over and kneel closer.”

Lin Xingmian put his hands on the ground and moved sideways little by little.The coolness of the floor came through his palms. His movements were slow and mechanical, like a programmed puppet.He didn’t stop until his knees touched Brother Yan’s leather shoes. He still kept his head down, completely exposing himself to the other party’s control.

“Remember the way you are now.” Brother Yan’s voice was filled with biting contempt. He gently patted Lin Xingmian’s cheek with the hand that was not holding the cigarette. The force was not heavy, but it was full of humiliation. “From the moment you put on this dress, you are no longer the student who has to take care of mom. You are my person, and my words are the rules.”

Lin Xingmian’s Adam’s apple rolled violently and his lips moved. In the end, he said nothing and just nodded lightly.

He thought of his mother at home, who should still be lying on the shabby bed at this moment, maybe already asleep, maybe still waiting for him to return.She didn’t know that her son was kneeling in front of a demon at this moment, wearing clothes that didn’t belong to him, and accepting such humiliation.When he thought of this, his heart felt like it was being cut repeatedly with a dull knife, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

“What, you’re not convinced?” Brother Yan noticed his stiffness, tightened his fingers suddenly, and pinched his chin.

Lin Xingmian immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly shook his head. His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, but with absolute obedience: “No, Brother Yan, I will listen to you.”

“Just listen to me.” Brother Yan let go of his hand and placed the unlit cigarette on the floor in front of Lin Xingmian. “Watch it, don’t let it fall, and don’t touch it. Kneel here and wait for me to come back after dinner.”

After saying that, he stood up, straightened his suit, and walked straight to the restaurant without even looking at Lin Xingmian.The men had already brought the prepared meals, and the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks was particularly harsh in the quiet living room.

Lin Xingmian knelt on the ground, staring at the cigarette.It lay just a few centimeters away from his fingertips, like an insurmountable line.

He didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to raise his head, didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.He could only maintain his kneeling position, letting the cold floor erode his knees, and letting hunger and exhaustion sweep through his body.

The sound of Brother Yan eating could be heard in the restaurant, and occasionally there was a low reply from his subordinates.And he was like a transparent person, forgotten at the foot of the sofa, not even qualified to eat at the table.

He knew this was just the beginning.

From the moment he put on this black shirt and agreed to Brother Yan, he lost the right to refuse.He must obey every order of Brother Yan unconditionally; he can only nod in agreement to every request of Brother Yan.

Because behind him is the mother at home who knows nothing and is still waiting for him to return.

In order to protect her, he could only surrender himself completely to the devil in front of him.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun