He moved, his hands were still handcuffed, so he bit the tip of his tongue, and the slight stinging pain made him know that there was a living reality in front of him.
A more ridiculous reality than a dream
I realized that this was another trap set by the teacher, Yu calmed down and looked at everything around him carefully
The joints of doors and windows are tightly slim, and there is no clue at all, creating a sense of isolation from the world and an indescribable sense of oppression.
Because of the constraints of the chain between the neck, he could not find out where the gap was, and he could not even see the ventilation hole.
The world seems to have returned to the round and Wuji at the beginning, and he is the only existence in this narrow world
The external world has been completely faded, as if it is in a different time and space, and all connections have been cut off
The complete seamless enclosure blocks the space. The clock without a pointer makes time absent. Only the clear ticking sound makes him feel the passage of time, but it can only add to his anxiety, the anxiety that is played with in his palm.
Everything here can be artificially controlled by the teacher, including temperature, humidity, light, atmosphere... and I have no idea what will happen next, and even where the control part is.
Totally helpless
Completely inscrutable
The vast world is condensed into the magic box in the teacher's hand, and he is the little white mouse that cannot escape from this box
I was sober and realized that the teacher was pressing step by step, but I was completely powerless
Clothing, dignity, pride, what you have is taken away, your body has fallen, your emotions are controlled, and your inner defense is broken through layer by layer, leaving only his trampled self struggling in despair
He didn't know how long he could hold on, and he climbed up his heart bit by bit with fear
The clock is still ticking, stepping on the steps of nothingness, every step is like stepping on his heart
After a while, he suddenly realized the horror of this room
quiet
Complete silence
Every sound was amplified, and he could even clearly hear his breathing and heartbeat, and he could unknowingly respond to the rhythm of the hour hand!
The monotonous and regular ticking sound has become his physiological clock!
This discovery made him sweat coldly
If even breathing and heartbeat are controlled, what else can he call himself?
Fortunately, there are no other constraints except for the shackles and leg splitters. Although the iron chain connecting the collar is short, it can still crawl for two or three steps.
He tried to crawl around, or play with the shackles that were now familiar as if part of his body, allowing the jingle of the chain to break the rhythm of the clock, but he thought it was ridiculous and boring for a moment.
When I thought that the teacher might be sitting in the monitoring room and watching him wander around like a teenager, I felt extremely discouraged.
He closed his eyes tiredly. He had woken up from his sleep. After such trouble, he felt even more tired. He didn't care whether his breathing was under control and fell asleep in a daze.
However, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard a whip like a cracked silk. The sound was so clear that it didn't look like a dream, but it seemed to be true!
He spasmed and opened his eyes in shock. It was pitch black in front of him and no pain was felt in his lower body.
So he was dreaming?
He opened his eyes wide and looked around without notice. He closed his eyes suspiciously, allowing sleepiness to take over himself
The nightmare came again, but it had become messy. He couldn't tell where and where he was. He felt that there were fog and darkness around him. The pale mask appeared in the thick fog. With the whip falling, the shrill whip sounded again. It was no longer the empty space in the dream before, but it seemed to have the sound of wind.
This is just a dream, this is just a dream...
It is just because he is under too much pressure that the hallucinations are taken seriously.
He tried his best to comfort himself, but the whip sound became more and more realistic. When he waved another whip, he felt a burning pain in his lower body!
Ah He screamed shrillly, trying to open his eyes, but found that his eyes seemed to be blocked by something, and his eyelids were heavy and he could not open them.
Want to escape, but his feet were stuck and unable to move
This is a dream, he wants
He was still in a dream, and was trapped in a nightmare
He gasped, but the whip was still waving and the pain continued
Why is this nightmare so realistic? Why is he always unable to escape?
He heard his miserable screams, like blood splashing out from the tiny crack:
No! No
Save me!
Save me! Teacher Yamashita
A more ridiculous reality than a dream
I realized that this was another trap set by the teacher, Yu calmed down and looked at everything around him carefully
The joints of doors and windows are tightly slim, and there is no clue at all, creating a sense of isolation from the world and an indescribable sense of oppression.
Because of the constraints of the chain between the neck, he could not find out where the gap was, and he could not even see the ventilation hole.
The world seems to have returned to the round and Wuji at the beginning, and he is the only existence in this narrow world
The external world has been completely faded, as if it is in a different time and space, and all connections have been cut off
The complete seamless enclosure blocks the space. The clock without a pointer makes time absent. Only the clear ticking sound makes him feel the passage of time, but it can only add to his anxiety, the anxiety that is played with in his palm.
Everything here can be artificially controlled by the teacher, including temperature, humidity, light, atmosphere... and I have no idea what will happen next, and even where the control part is.
Totally helpless
Completely inscrutable
The vast world is condensed into the magic box in the teacher's hand, and he is the little white mouse that cannot escape from this box
I was sober and realized that the teacher was pressing step by step, but I was completely powerless
Clothing, dignity, pride, what you have is taken away, your body has fallen, your emotions are controlled, and your inner defense is broken through layer by layer, leaving only his trampled self struggling in despair
He didn't know how long he could hold on, and he climbed up his heart bit by bit with fear
The clock is still ticking, stepping on the steps of nothingness, every step is like stepping on his heart
After a while, he suddenly realized the horror of this room
quiet
Complete silence
Every sound was amplified, and he could even clearly hear his breathing and heartbeat, and he could unknowingly respond to the rhythm of the hour hand!
The monotonous and regular ticking sound has become his physiological clock!
This discovery made him sweat coldly
If even breathing and heartbeat are controlled, what else can he call himself?
Fortunately, there are no other constraints except for the shackles and leg splitters. Although the iron chain connecting the collar is short, it can still crawl for two or three steps.
He tried to crawl around, or play with the shackles that were now familiar as if part of his body, allowing the jingle of the chain to break the rhythm of the clock, but he thought it was ridiculous and boring for a moment.
When I thought that the teacher might be sitting in the monitoring room and watching him wander around like a teenager, I felt extremely discouraged.
He closed his eyes tiredly. He had woken up from his sleep. After such trouble, he felt even more tired. He didn't care whether his breathing was under control and fell asleep in a daze.
However, as soon as I fell asleep, I heard a whip like a cracked silk. The sound was so clear that it didn't look like a dream, but it seemed to be true!
He spasmed and opened his eyes in shock. It was pitch black in front of him and no pain was felt in his lower body.
So he was dreaming?
He opened his eyes wide and looked around without notice. He closed his eyes suspiciously, allowing sleepiness to take over himself
The nightmare came again, but it had become messy. He couldn't tell where and where he was. He felt that there were fog and darkness around him. The pale mask appeared in the thick fog. With the whip falling, the shrill whip sounded again. It was no longer the empty space in the dream before, but it seemed to have the sound of wind.
This is just a dream, this is just a dream...
It is just because he is under too much pressure that the hallucinations are taken seriously.
He tried his best to comfort himself, but the whip sound became more and more realistic. When he waved another whip, he felt a burning pain in his lower body!
Ah He screamed shrillly, trying to open his eyes, but found that his eyes seemed to be blocked by something, and his eyelids were heavy and he could not open them.
Want to escape, but his feet were stuck and unable to move
This is a dream, he wants
He was still in a dream, and was trapped in a nightmare
He gasped, but the whip was still waving and the pain continued
Why is this nightmare so realistic? Why is he always unable to escape?
He heard his miserable screams, like blood splashing out from the tiny crack:
No! No
Save me!
Save me! Teacher Yamashita
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