Furukawa Kumisa was prepared to deal with the crazy Gin.

But when the situation came to an end, she still had to admit that she had underestimated the extent of his madness.

Her body was already in a state of extreme dehydration, and her eyes were red and swollen after crying.

She felt like a seed thrown into the desert. Under the plunder of the wind and sand, the water in her body was squeezed out again and again until it was completely exhausted.

She couldn't help but put her arms around Gin's neck, tilting her head up to suck the water from his lips, but he regarded her as a response and request again, so everything became even crazier.

She was a little helpless, but she really needed him to be crazy.

His throat was so dry that he could only breathe: "...water..."

She clutched his soaked and wrinkled collar, her consciousness already consumed by the excessive burning.

Fortunately, Gin, who was in an extremely crazy state, still listened to her request. He stretched out his arms, picked her up as she was, and walked to the table.

She huddled in his arms, a small, soft ball, unable to raise the slightest strength, and unable to control her extremely spastic and limp body.

She drank all the water in the kettle and fell down on the table. The cold tabletop slightly revived her burned mind. Finally, in a hazy state, she looked at him and reached out to trace his sharp eyebrows.

"...019..."

After forcing herself to finish the last line, she finally let herself pass out.

Without the help of the system, Furukawa Kumisa's sleep was very tortured.

Even in my dreams, Gin is entangled like a tarsal maggot.

The bliss he gave her was mixed with suffocating pain, and the despair he gave her was mixed with a ray of warmth that occasionally leaked under the cold and terrifying surface.

Before this, she had never understood Gin's thoughts. She had tried to analyze them, but ultimately found that she could not empathize with a madman.

Until that day, Jianggu Ling's words woke her up.

——Gin wanted to capture her alive, and this behavior seemed to have nothing to do with hatred.

There are only two extreme emotions in this world that can make people crazy - hatred that reaches the extreme level of anger, and love that reaches the extreme level of distortion.

She had seen Gin's hatred when he executed undercover agents countless times, but it was not like this now.

So from that moment she suddenly realized that Gin might be the latter.

The possessive and conquering desire generated by twisted love finally suppressed the instinct in his heart to eradicate all traitors, and he wanted to capture her back.

He was imprisoned by his side, his sharp teeth and claws were removed, and he was trained to look like he was alone in body and mind, and became an obedient doll that only saw him.

The first step is to capture them alive, and the second step is to tame them.

He went to great lengths to capture her alive, and even allowed Bourbon, whom he had long identified as an undercover agent, to continue her operations in order to avoid alerting the enemy. Just to create an opportunity to get close to her to steal her movements, he finally let go of his old enemy who he had considered for so many years.

Shuichi Akai.

His purpose is only her.

For this purpose, he resorted to any means and even violated his own principles several times.

She went along with the flow and gave him this opportunity. Now the prey has been caught and has reached the stage of domestication.

Everything was as she thought, but unfortunately there was an episode halfway through.

Without the help of the system, she had no choice but to make a desperate move.

The cage has been set, and the ending depends on one's own abilities.

She screamed and woke up from the nightmare, feeling the sudden heavy breath next to her.

Within two seconds of opening her eyes, she had already taken stock of the current situation.

She had left the turbulent plane, and this was a strange bedroom, probably Gin's territory.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, not letting in any light, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

There is no clock in the whole house, which is deliberately blurring the concept of time for the people in the house.

But it doesn't matter. Although the system is forced to shut down and can no longer help her, let alone exchange items for her, fortunately some basic functions are still retained.

For example, the items she previously redeemed and stored in the system space, or the clock that comes with the system.

Four days have passed since that night.

After making a judgment about the basic situation, she started to get involved.

This was almost effortless for her who had been troubled by nightmares for a long time. She suddenly jumped up, but was quickly suppressed by the person next to her.

——It’s gin.

Her eyes were lifeless as if she had just woken up from a nightmare, and her eyes were fierce as if they were about to bleed, "...why..."

Gin suppressed her limbs, frowned at her unconscious question, "Wake up."

She seemed to be still immersed in a dream and could not hear any words in reality: "...Why..." The ferocious tone turned into a tearful question, "...Why...I love you so much..."

Before she could finish her "dreaming", after hearing these words, Gin immediately leaned forward and captured her lips.

Furukawa Kumisa:...Gan! Why don't you follow the routine and take the role!

She gradually "awake" from the suffocating kiss, and the moment her mind returned to her, she saw the figure on her body clearly.

Furukawa Kumisa suddenly got angry and stretched out his hand to push Gin away. Unexpectedly, Gin did not restrain her. He just watched her coldly as she rolled over and got out of bed, then fell to the ground with a "thud".

The crazy physical exhaustion that night and the long-term injection of drugs caused her to lose strength and fall to the ground almost the moment she hit the ground. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not move forward.

Gin watched her lying limply on the ground leisurely, then bent down and hugged her back to the bed.

She stretched out her hand to hit him, but the force that fell on him was not even enough to scratch him.

"...Why...don't you kill me..." She couldn't even find her breath when asking a question.

Gin's tone was calm, making her almost feel that the crazy person that night was just her own delusion.

"You have no chance to seek death." He calmly stated the facts to her. "Your physical strength is not enough to support you even taking half a step out of this room. A hunger strike and water deprivation will not help. Glucose is enough to maintain the nutrients your body needs to function now."

He leaned down and pecked her ear gently, "If I find out that you have a tendency to bite your tongue and commit suicide... I don't mind living with a mute for the rest of my life."

There was disbelief in her eyes, and before she could say anything, Gin spoke again.

"The current injections only relax your muscles all over the body, but if you don't behave..."

His fingertips brushed her wrist, his tone and movements were as gentle as the caress between lovers, but his words were extremely cruel.

"I'll rip out all the tendons in your hands and feet - but then you'll at least have the right to buy the wheelchair you want."

Furukawa Kumisa was so angry that he uttered evil words: "...Then you might as well just rape the corpse!"

Gin suddenly smiled, his green eyes filled with a twisted and crazy look: "I will do it after you die."

Furukawa Kumisa's breath was stuck in his heart and he couldn't say anything.

Gin left her body, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and opened the window.

The sound of a match sliding "chi" sounded in his ears. Furukawa Kumisa turned his head and saw him standing by the window smoking.

She decided to stay silent for a while, taking the opportunity to search for the functions that were still available in the system, then count the previously redeemed props, and start to re-formulate strategies.

She went through the list of items, and her eyes suddenly stopped on a certain prop and medicine.

——It was a prop that she once thought was ridiculous, but now that she is using it, it seems to be just right.

She thought for a moment and felt that the time was almost up, so she looked at his back and choked quietly, "...What exactly do you want?"

Gin didn't say anything, he just finished smoking a cigarette quietly, waited until the smell of smoke dissipated, and closed the window.

Without the flow of fresh air, the room once again fell into suffocating silence.

He finally said, "Now this is it."

As it is now, that's fine.

He has got her, and she has finally been put into a cage that belongs only to him.

The rest, he has enough patience and time to slowly acquire.

Her voice trembled: "I'm not your pet."

Gin walked to the bed and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

His fingertips were long and sharp, and Furukawa Kumisa couldn't help but think of the feeling of them passing through his senses.

He didn't answer her question, but leaned forward slightly, and his blond hair fell down along his movements and fell into her cheek.

"It seems that you have rested well."

During these four days, she lay quietly next to him, almost bringing Gin back to the time when she passed out after blocking a gun for him.

That feeling as if quicksand is passing by your fingertips, you can't control it, you can only lose it.

He likes the real her, whether he mourns or hates her.

He also likes her alive.

And there is only one way for the two to combine and bloom in her.

His unabashed intention made Furukawa Kumisa frown in disgust, and he moved his body to the side, but was stuck by him.
To be continued...