Chapter 92: Pain

Olive frowned, and licked her lips which was now stained with blood.

Soon, Elvis regained some clarity. The blood which he had tasted from her mouth gave

him an impulse which made him feel like he had fallen into an abyss.

“Don’t touch me.” Elvis quickly got up and walked into the bathroom. “Go go sleep.” He

locked the bathroom door.

Everytime he fell ill, he would push her away. Olive knew the inviolable pride and dignity

of a man like him. However, he couldn’t save himself.

He locked himself up, making the situation worse.

Olive reached out and knocked on the door,

Elvis, open the door. I have some medical experience. I can help you. I know you’re in

pains right now. Open the door and let me see you.”

In the bathroom. Elvis stood beside the washbasin. The faucet was turned on, and the

cold water flowed out.

There was still her sweet taste in his mouth, which made him very excited. He raised

his head and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were covered with a bloodthirsty

gloomy and terrifying aura.

The room was engulfed with silence, and only Olive’s beckoning voice was heard.

Elvis turned off the tap and walked over to the door. Olive was about to knock when the

door suddenly opened.

“Elvis, how are you?”

met his reddened eyes, as he stared at her gloomily.

staring at it’s

“Elvis…”

looked at her

one last

her head

“I’m not leaving.”

her into the soft

little dizzy. A big thud was felt on the bed, as

a black leather belt and tied her two slender wrists to the

for a

are you doing? Don’t

neck and bit her veins. Olive let out a loud

on the button of

chew on it, as he

struggled at first, but she soon realized that

So she bit her tongue in pain, not allowing herself

slid down from her waist. Her eyes shrank and

“Elvis, no!”

up at her. Olive’s

the snow white pillow.

her red lips. Olive didn’t evade, she probed

be obedient, can you let me go? It

her coaxing voice sounding tenderly, Elvis’s

and untied

moved her little hand and placed it under the

pillow.

pressed her hand down and his sharp and hoarse

muttered,

you want to

slightest movement could

her needle

mouth is very good at deceiving people, you little

pressed against her lips.

rolled over and collapsed on the bed.

she sat

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