Chapter 809: Elvis’ Childhood
After walking for a long ti, Elvis stopped at an empty piece of land, his calm eyes betraying no emotion at all. He pointed at three huge pits in front of them. “Peter took away after I was a month old, and the first place I stayed in was here.”
Gu ngng followed Elvis’ gaze towards the three huge pits before them. She looked confused.
Each pit was about two ters in diater. Looking in, they were about 1.7 ters deep and totally empty.
Elvis sat down in a kneeling position beside the pits and then placed Gu ngng on his lap. He pointed at one of the pits. “Six brothers, two to a pit. At first, we were fed with leftover scraps of at and organs. Although not good in quality, it satisfies our hunger. But... as we grew bigger, not only did the amount of food not increase, it sohow decreased. Until three months later... no one threw in any food for us anymore.”
“At first, we didn’t know what had happened. We even tried our best to jump upwards, hoping that soone would see us and throw down so food... but nothing. Apart from the hot sun, the howling winds and pouring rains, nothing else happened.”
“Thereafter, we started hearing blood-curdling cries from our brothers in the neighboring pits... anwhile, the brother who was imprisoned in the sa pit at —we started to eye each other as food.”
“In the end, two brothers who used to huddle together for warmth started flashing their fangs and claws at each other. I won, and he beca my food while I turned into a monster.”
Gu ngng’s heart constricted violently. Her hands started trembling uncontrollably.
What kind of pervert was Peter? How could he dream up of such a twisted thod to tornt his own sons?!
Ha, and he still had the cheek to claim that Elvis had managed to stay alive solely because Peter had tried his best to ensure that!
Bullshit!
Which father would want to see his own sons kill each other and treat each other as food?!
Disgusting pervert! Disgusting pervert!
Elvis gently held Gu ngng’s quivering little hands. He kissed them. “Silly girl, I am telling you this not to make you scared.”
Gu ngng remained silent and just gazed at Elvis with heartache in her eyes.
But Elvis just smiled warmly. “Although this makes your heart ache for , I feel very blessed knowing it. But don’t ache too much or I cannot bear it.”
Gu ngng took the initiative to move closer and kissed Elvis on the lips. She used a wordless gentleness to assuage Elvis’ old hurts.
Or perhaps, the person who needed comforting was her?
Elvis enjoyed Gu ngng kissing him on her own accord. It brought so much joy to his heart, such that he no longer felt anything for those painful past mories.
Those terrible grievances had turned to ashes from her gentleness—still there, but no longer posing any obstacles.
Gu ngng wrapped her arms around Elvis’ waist and pressed her little face into his chest. She stared vacantly at that huge pit. Her mind was full of the image of a young, helpless Elvis. In a low, soft voice, she asked, “What happened after that?”
“You still want to hear?” Elvis thought that for such a depressing story, just sharing a little would be enough. But it was like Gu ngng had pushed open so mysterious door, unwilling to give up until she had explored all the secrets held within.
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