Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

49-The Beauty That Dreamt

The clock was ticking like a rock thrown down a cliff, hitting every obstacle it would encounter on its fall. 

The bed was creaking as it sprung up and down violently, causing the two bodies above to clash skin, to skin. Zhan gripped onto the sheets in pain, never having felt such need to hold onto life. Every touch that was made on his flesh, was like a firecracker exploding above his cells, causing them to shrink in red. 

"What's wrong? I thought you liked this!" It was better to be whipped with a leash over a hundred times, rather than be hit by the hands of this man. It was too brutal for him to comprehend his state, the pain soon numbing from exhaustion. "Aren't you turned on yet?" Such a disgusting question, from such a disgusting bastard. 

Cheng then slowly leaned in, letting his sweat drip onto Zhan's chin. "Can't even utter a word, let alone raise your hand. You must be feeling quiet vulnerable, hm?" 

Zhan hugged himself tightly to hide his face, his whole body bruised and abused. "Maybe we should try something else to liven you up-" His hands then reached down to grab his pants, yet as soon as he did, Zhan grabbed them as well, and began to resist despite knowing that his hands would slip away the moment Cheng would pull them down. "Oh? You're stopping me now? That's cute." 

Zhan swallowed, shaking his head. "W-wait... i.. i want water." 

Cheng paused, raising his brows. "Water? You won't say no to me but want water instead?" He was just trying to buy time for himself at this point. He knew that Cheng would not back off if he simply said no, so he took a different route instead. 

"Oh well, i suppose i should hydrate myself too. Wait here." With that he stood up and left to go to the kitchen. After he did, Zhan sighed a breath of relief, now feeling his body finally relax. He couldn't even count how many times Cheng had hit him, causing his body to be bruised all over. It ached horribly, adding to his pain from being sick. He felt weak and vulnerable, unable to even find the strength to pull himself back. Yet he knew he wasn't ready to give up just yet. 

So he glanced to his side and saw the phone at the corner of the room, still in its same position from when Cheng threw it aside. With having set his eyes on it, he reached down on the floor and let himself roll down like a pen until his head hit the nightstand. He groaned softly before reaching his hand to grab his phone. Yet just as he was about to touch it, Cheng stepped on his hand, stopping him from going any further. "You really are dumb to think that i wouldn't think this ahead." 

His boot then stepped even harder, causing his hand to slip off and peel the first couple layers of skin. "My brother stupidly turned himself in while Yibo is under arrest. So there is no one that would come for your help. You're all alone now." Zhan yelled in pain as he tried to pull his arm back. And Cheng didn't let it sit either. He slowly raised his leg up, ready to kick him in the face. "And since you decided to be naughty, it's only right that i punish you-" 

But before he could, with a strong force, a vase suddenly smacked him in the head, causing it to shatter into pieces. As result, Cheng got pushed forth, stumbling towards the bed in ave. "What-" 

"You son of a-" After a moment, Cheng glanced back to see an unfamiliar face launching at him with a bouquet of flowers and smacked him in the face with them once more. In return, Cheng got a hold of his arm and pushed him towards the wardrobe, causing its doors to collapse onto his head. 

"Shun..-!"

Zhan yelled softly, worried that he would be hurt badly. Yet that wasn't enough to faze the detective, so he pulled himself back up with one of the doors and threw it towards Cheng.