One Child Two Treasu

The piercing pain shot from my stomach straight to the top of my head. Beside the wooden bed was a propped-up window with bars, and outside the night was deep, making it impossible to tell what time or direction it was — east, west, north, south — all blurred together.,A young and inexperienced boy, facing such a situation, was surprisingly unafraid.,He threw the knife, ignoring everything else, and in front of this man, he started to undress. He moved towards the bed while fumbling with his belt, a trickle running down him as it fell away. The water on the floor merged with the puddle left by the man just moments ago.。