Chapter 6: Shame
On the way back, Yin Zhou rocked back and forth while laughing in the car. He patted his thigh and breathed out: "Haha, little... little girl, now that makes me an uncle. Lin Yan, you're truly blessed. You've had a loli handed to you!"
Lin Yan couldn't control the corners of his mouth from twitching. Yin Zhou's expression sank again after joking with him for a while. The things in his hands were a mess, and his hope had crumbled. On the horizon, the sunset looked like a roasted sweet potato slice. Laughing at himself, Lin Yan could not help but laugh. It was getting dark. Who could have predicted what would happen tonight? The car suddenly swerved on the country road, scaring a squirrel picking up fruit squatting on the ground. It turned around and bumped into a tree. The little creature held on to the pine cones dumbfounded for a while before changing directions and fleeing.
Lin Yan felt that he was not much different from the silly squirrel in his current state.
After sending Yin Zhou home, Lin Yan sat in a roadside noodle shop until it closed before driving back. Since all these strange things started, the word 'home' has become synonymous with 'nightmare. He didn’t even dare to open the door, and he was even more unwilling to face the cold and decayed hellscape behind the door. Lin Yan clenched his fists and a strong hatred filled his heart. He never harmed anyone, and he never interfered with anyone. Why can't he live in peace?
The elevator climbed up from one floor to another; Floor 5, Floor 6, Floor 7….
Suddenly a burst of cold crawled up his back.
Lin Yan was already familiar with this feeling.
After a moment of complete shock, he frantically pressed the doorbell. No response was received. The elevator rose slowly. The number on the screen jumped to Floor 11 and stopped. The elevator fell into deep, never-ending darkness with a soft bang.
Trying to find the emergency call button on the wall, Lin Yan raised his hand, but his raised hand was blocked by something that shouldn’t exist. Almost simultaneously, a long sigh echoed in the solidified darkness, and he was crushed against the wall by immense force. His arms were held by hands that were like iron tongs. It wasn’t the kind of power that a human could exert, and it couldn’t be counterbalanced at all.
However, Lin Yan still struggled with all his strength and cursed fiercely: "Get away from me!"
That thing had never been so overbearing and crazy. As it turns out, Lin Yan's bold action of going out privately to seek help from a witch doctor enraged it. It grabbed Lin Yan’s neck with cold hands and picked him up from the ground abruptly. Lin Yan kicked his feet, his weight and the power of the strange hand taking his breath away. If last night's suffocation was only a warning, then now it was like murder, as his breathing became weaker and weaker and his vision became blurred.
After closing his eyes, Lin Yan was left with no awareness to help him resist. The enclosed elevator felt like a small coffin, its walls closing in on him. A feeling of despair overtook him. This humiliating game of cat and mouse is finally over; the evil spirit will end the humiliation.
It's a shame that his life didn't start properly so that he would end with this grotesque finale.
The strange hand loosened around Lin Yan's neck as if it were perceiving his submission. After the support for keeping him upright was removed, Lin Yan leaned on the metal wall and fell. Then freezing lips kissed his face. They slowly moved down, kissing his lips, neck, collarbone…
Psychotic, paranoid, irresistible.
"Fuck you… Fuck your mother and all your ancestors… You… Ah…"
Moist lips blocked his mouth. Lin Yan shook his head helplessly, but the thing didn't care about his disgust. It spread Lin Yan’s legs apart, kneeled between his knees, bent down, and hugged his waist. It stretched its tongue into Lin Yan’s mouth and sucked hard.
Lin Yan could even hear hissing in the dark.
As a grumpy beast, it enjoyed taunting its prey before slaughtering it.
The sound of entangled lips and teeth twitched Lin Yan’s nerves that were already taut like a bowstring. His chin ached as well from the pinch exerted by the ghost hand. Sobbing in despair and fear, he could no longer restrain his tears.
One by one, the buttons on the short-sleeved shirt were unbuttoned, and a cold palm touched his chest, its fingers rubbing against his nipples.
"Let me go…"
"I beg you. Let me go…."
After devastating his body with the most violent and fierce means, the ghost slowly insulted his spirit. Lin Yan's experience of dying, again and again, led him to believe this invisible power was saying: Your life is in my hands. No matter where you go, you can’t escape me. He imagined strands of long black hair clinging to a rotten face, and his bones twitched.
The elevator door was opened.
He was dragged out of the elevator by the invisible force, pressed hard against the door panel, and was repeatedly kissed and tasted as though he were a dish. It untied his belt and unabashedly caught his limp member and threw itself down, impatient and eager. Lin Yan's head hit the coffee table with a loud bang, and the pain stimulated his almost numb nerves. He swore in the most aggressive and vulgar language he could think of, but his power did not wane. The rough palms pressed against Lin Yan's body, and then it swallowed even more once it got the sexual response it was seeking, desperately and madly pleased.
Lin Yan bit his tongue until it bled, spitting curses until his throat became hoarse. The monster’s swallowed faster and deeper. Lin Yan's words caught in his throat with each stroke. His cursing became drawn out and weaker. He panted hard; clutching the man's hair carelessly that was as smooth as silk.
He came into the ghost’s mouth.
There was a swallowing sound in the darkness.
During those absurd nights and absurd affairs, Lin Yan remembered releasing himself four times in “his” mouth and hands, until his waist became weak and his throat became hoarse to the point that he couldn't swear anymore. Finally, he sat on the lap of the invisible “person” and sobbed into its shoulder.
He felt anger, hatred, fear, humiliation, disgust, but, most of all, powerlessness.
"What the hell are you?!"
"What do you want?"
"I haven’t done anything to provoke you," Lin Yan said weakly.
"I will help you make peace with your death, burn some paper money during Qingming, and bring the memorial tablet home to worship."
"Let me go."
The ghost put Lin Yan on the sofa without answering. It wouldn't respond no matter how much Lin Yan talked into the dark. Rather, it silently disappeared again.
Lin Yan didn’t dare to close his eyes at all. He dug through some boxes and found the amulet he bought on the trip and the rosary beads his relatives sent when he moved. He placed a knife in his hand and tucked it under his pillow. The knife was charmed, meant to ward off and suppress evil spirits. As Lin Yan gathered everything together, he turned on anything that emitted light in the house and sat in front of his computer to look up information related to exorcism. The sound of typing on the keyboard sounded particularly harsh at night. Lin Yan’s eyes remained glued to the screen, but his ears kept paying attention to any movement behind his back. The tension in his back made him want to curl up under his blanket. With unbelievably perseverance, he was enmeshed in such unholy things, and he had to act before he was slaughtered.
Rebirth mantras were chanted over and over through the speakers, and the whole room was filled with peaceful Sanskrit sounds.
The imperial edict surpasses your lonely soul,
all ghosts and charms,
the four lives are full of grace.
Those with heads are supers,
those with no heads are promoted,
and they are killed by guns and swords,
and they dive and hang ropes.
Death in the dark,
unjust wrong and perverted,
the creditor's enemy,
begging for his life.
To save the others,
be in a hurry,
be overbearing,
and to save the others,
be in a hurry and be overbearing.
If you recite it 200,000 times, you will produce the buds of wisdom. Upon reciting this 300,000 times, you will see Amitabha. In this world, you can get everything you want without being deceived by evil ghosts and spirits. Perhaps Lin Yan should be a dojo to overthrow this vain ghost, but the atmosphere was so hostile that no place would accept him.
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