Collection of sin - Officer Wang's secret fantasies (ZhanYi-FF)

"Nightmare" before Christmas - Part one

"Nightmare" before Christmas

A/N: This book includes only Wang Yi Bo's pov as it is a collection of his dreams/fantasies, and all details are limited to his perception. 

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Mental protocol, entry 83, documenting the impending irreversible collapse of my mental state.

Dear diary: 

I wasn't sure if I should really write down what was happening in my head a few nights ago. You all know the saying: What happens in the gutter stays in the gutter? NO? Well, I expected nothing less from you bunch of horny bitches who love nothing more than to see my ass ripped apart over and over again...

Okay, if I'm honest, I'm in a pretty good mood today. Not to brag, but the sex I just had... Well, that was something... and seriously, that dream is too crazy not to tell. Besides, no one would believe me anyway. Not even the plague that dared to sleep next to me so damn relaxed and carefree after ravaging my ass for hours...

However, I don't know whether I should be worried or excited about my brain's expansive creativity. The constant company of a certain individual seems to have an immense impact on my thinking. In a dark direction. This even happens every day now. These nagging issues never affected me before that fateful encounter. Who knows what all this will do to me in the long term? Will I keep my sanity, or will I be drawn into the deepest pits of unspeakable indecencies? My mental companions and I still haven't reached an agreement on this matter.

So, coming to the dream. For the protocol, at that time, I had a fever and was lying on my deathbed. I was sure that I would have to receive the last rites. You should keep that in mind.

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A great portion of annoyance, a pinch of rage, self-pity and an ounce of murderous intent were the ingredients that were used to make the cocktail of my apparent mood. I would like to call it 'the bloodthirsty chicken'. 

The cause of this obnoxious evil: Of course Xiao Zhan! Who else?!

I was currently stomping through a layer of at least fifteen inches of powdery snow, cursing and cackling loudly without a pause. The fucking white mass was everywhere. On my head, in my face and, of course, inside my shoes. Needless to say, it was cold and wet, and I was close to freezing to death. But did anyone care? Of course not! I've been left alone in this damnation!

I dare say the weather gods took delight in throwing those damn nasty little flakes that felt like damn needles at me. Because they always loved me sooo much. Fuckers…

This was the exact opposite of how I imagined I would spend the holidays. Far away from the nightmare called Christmas in the city like last year. However, I had to admit that I had made one tiny mistake in a series of many. And that obviously involved taking a very specific person along and letting him take part in the planning.

"Who the hell seriously thinks it's a great idea to go on a damn hiking trip in the mountains in the winter???" I shouted, almost desperately for who knows how many times already.

"Well, baby... it wasn't my idea to bet on who gets to pick the vacation spot to avoid your inexplicable distaste for Christmas. Which, by the way, is still completely incomprehensible to me.” The soft, amused giggle behind me turned my mood from deeply pissed off to an angry bull seeing the red flag.

"You bastard took advantage of my drunken state! That is dishonourable!" I growled accusingly. Did I mention that he was the mistake I was talking about? If not, here we have a prime example of an insufficiently empathic parasitic side existence that unfortunately happened to be my husband. I almost bared my teeth when I saw him standing there so impeccably handsome, with no sign of discomfort or coldness.