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In the frenzy of Da Shewan, he nearly lost his grip on reality. His excessive intimacy and excitement towards the screen caused it to shake uncontrollably. Driven by his extreme emotional turmoil, the screen finally could not withstand the force, teetering on the edge of the table before crashing to the ground with a deafening sound.
Da Shewan's mood was torn apart by an immense force, and the distortion and pain within him reached a peak. He felt as if he were trapped in an inescapable nightmare, all stemming from his obsessive infatuation with Haohao. In his twisted psychological state, his emotions became exceedingly warped, leaving him almost completely detached from reality.
The sound of the screen shattering rang like a warning bell, finally pulling Da Shewan from the depths of his lustful fantasies. He stood there in a daze, staring at the shards on the ground, a profound emptiness and panic surging within him. It felt as though he was standing on the edge of an unfathomable abyss, ready to be swallowed at any moment.
This sudden crack made him acutely aware that he had lost control; his mood shifted instantly from elation to utter darkness. He felt a deep self-loathing, shame washing over him for his uncontrollable actions and twisted emotions. He realized that his heart had been eroded by darkness, and he found himself unable to break free.
Deep within him, the intertwining desires for Haohao and his self-loathing painted a twisted and painful picture. He hated himself for being so out of control, and he loathed the thought, "Why doesn't Hao belong to me?" This complex emotion plunged him into deep guilt and anger.
Da Shewan felt as if he were being pushed toward an abyss by an invisible force; he sensed that escape was impossible, and he could not extricate himself. He felt completely lost to his own inner turmoil, becoming a slave to his distorted feelings. All of this left him in despair and helplessness, unsure of how to break free from this predicament.
Kneeling on the ground, Da Shewan felt he had reached the lowest point of his life. He realized he had to confront his actions and find a way to resolve his emotional turmoil; otherwise, he would be forever haunted by this endless darkness. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness and confusion, unsure of what the future held or where he should go next.
Da Shewan's fingers lightly traced the edges of the shards, feeling the sharpness cut into his fingertips. This faint pain seemed to echo the distortion within him, allowing him to more clearly perceive his inner suffering and struggle. His gaze deepened, as if exploring the depths of his soul, a place filled with endless darkness and sorrow.
In the dimly lit room, Da Shewan's body appeared unusually large and clumsy, starkly contrasting with the surrounding environment. His rotund silhouette cast a heavy shadow in the faint light, a reflection of the darkness within him, filled with endless despair and sorrow.
He felt a surge of intense self-loathing wash over him, deeply dissatisfied and disappointed with his current state. He perceived himself as a worthless being, unable to escape the shadows of his obesity and degradation, trapped in the miserable world he had created for himself. His eyes flickered with a glimmer of pain and hopelessness, as he felt like a pitiful soul abandoned by fate, destined to struggle alone in the darkness.
His hand tightly gripped the shards, blood seeping from his fingertips, yet he felt no pain. In his heart, there was no longer any suffering, only a profound sense of helplessness and despair. He felt as if he were a forgotten existence in the world, destined to spend his life alone in darkness.
Da Shewan's mind began to twist into something distorted and pathological. His feelings for Haohao gradually morphed into a warped possessiveness and a sickly hatred. He believed that Haohao was everything to him, an indispensable part of his life, yet Haohao could never fully belong to him. This unquenchable desire filled him with extreme pain and anger.
In his distorted mind, he began to blame his own pain and self-loathing on the existence of Haohao. He believed that without Haohao, he would not have fallen into the current state of suffering and despair, and his life would not be so empty and dull. Therefore, he began to see Haohao as his enemy, the source of his suffering.
This hatred continued to grow in his heart, making his thoughts more and more distorted and pathological. He began to fantasize about how to keep Haohao bound to himself, not letting him out of his sight, not giving him any chance to leave his control. He wanted to completely possess Haohao, making him a part of himself, satisfying his pathological desires and needs.
In this twisted state of mind, Da Shewan's behavior became increasingly dangerous and unpredictable. He began to devise various insane plans to keep Haohao by his side forever, leaving him no chance of escape. His rationality had been completely drowned in possessiveness and pathological hatred, causing him to lose control more and more, stepping into a potentially irretrievable situation.
This pathological mindset made Da Shewan even more dangerous and terrifying; he was no longer an ordinary person but a madman driven by the darkness within.
Driven by his morbid thoughts and impulses, Da Shewan's emotions reached an extreme. Suddenly, he screamed wildly, the sound echoing in the enclosed space, sharp and frenzied. In his hand, he clutched a shard of glass, and in that moment, he hurled it to the ground with all his might. The shard collided violently with the floor, producing a crisp shattering sound.
Blood flowed steadily from the wound in his palm, dripping onto the floor and pooling into small crimson stains. In this state of utter madness, Da Shewan raised his hand, staring at the gaping cut in his palm that continued to bleed. He suddenly brought his fingers to his lips, licking the wound and savoring the blood that flowed from within him. The metallic taste seemed to heighten his excitement, and his gaze shifted from frenzy to sharp clarity and calmness.
He lowered his head, his voice deep and filled with menace as he muttered to himself, "One day... I will make Haohao taste my blood..." His laughter echoed once more, more frenzied than before, brimming with a twisted sense of satisfaction and a premonition of victory.
In this distorted emotional state, Da Shewan had completely lost himself. His thoughts and actions were fraught with danger and unpredictability, pushing him to the brink of something that could be extremely perilous for both himself and Haohao.
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