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Anthon was filled with questions. Hadn't Da Shewan always acted like a friendly, jolly fellow? He was usually all smiles, giving off an aura of harmlessness. Could it be that he was truly such a perverse and evil person? Did he really have inappropriate thoughts about Haohao? Anthon couldn't reconcile the sleeping Da Shewan before him with the man filled with twisted desires he had just encountered. This left him feeling incredibly confused and uneasy.
Hearing Da Shewan's snores, Anthon quietly opened his eyes and stealthily observed the situation inside the car. His gaze fell on Pig's Feet, who was driving, deepening his confusion. Pig's Feet appeared so calm, focused on the road, as if everything that had just happened was merely a figment of imagination.
Anthon recalled the horrifying conversation and demands he had just overheard, sending a chill through him. Had Pig's Feet really complied with Da Shewan's requests? Or was it all just a manifestation of his own madness? Was this truly a dream, or merely his own fantasy?
Countless questions flashed through his mind, each one leaving him more bewildered and anxious. He tried to find answers in Pig's Feet's expression, but there was nothing unusual on his face; it remained calm and untroubled. Pig's Feet's gaze was focused and serene, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation, which only added to Anthon's confusion.
The doubts and uncertainties in Anthon's heart felt suffocating. He dared not continue observing for fear of being noticed by Pig's Feet. He attempted to close his eyes, striving to calm himself, but the turmoil within him refused to settle. He knew he could no longer sleep; he could only silently watch and wait, hoping for an opportunity to protect himself and Haohao.
The atmosphere in the car grew increasingly oppressive and tense, each second stretching into an agonizing eternity. Anthon's heartbeat echoed loudly in the silence; he could hear his own breathing becoming rapid and erratic. He silently prayed that this was all just a nightmare from which he would soon awaken.
At that moment, Anthon noticed some white sticky substance on Pig's Feet's arm. The liquid glimmered under the light, starkly reminding him that everything he had heard was real. It wasn't a dream or an illusion; it was something that had actually happened.
Anthon felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he struggled to suppress his disgust and fear, trying hard not to make any noise. He didn't know what kind of relationship existed between Pig's Feet and Da Shewan or what their plans for Haohao were, but he understood that he needed to stay alert and be ready for anything that might happen.
His anxiety and fear intensified within him as he silently prayed for the strength to protect Haohao and survive this terrifying nightmare. The stifling atmosphere in the car made it hard for him to breathe; he knew that every step ahead would be fraught with unknown dangers, and he had to remain vigilant without letting anyone discover his wakefulness.
Just when it seemed like everything would settle down and this horror would come to an end, Anthon suddenly heard Pig's Feet activate the autopilot feature. The car’s voice system announced that the driving assistance had been engaged. Anthon felt a jolt of alarm surge through him; something was off.
Indeed, on the highway where endless stretches of straight road often led drivers to engage autopilot for relief, it was clear that Pig's Feet wasn’t doing so for that reason. After pressing the autopilot button, Pig's Feet immediately freed his hands, moving with an unsettling confidence.
Anthon’s gaze remained fixed on Pig's Feet as his heartbeat quickened, a wave of unease rising from deep within him. He noticed Pig's Feet’s actions becoming increasingly bizarre; he began reaching towards his waistband before unzipping his pants, revealing a small mountain-like erection due to physiological response.
The scene left Anthon in shock, unable to believe his eyes. Pig's Feet moved with an urgency that revealed his inner desires and cravings. Anthon felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he struggled to suppress his disgust and fear, trying hard to remain calm and silent.
Countless questions and worries flashed through Anthon's mind. What was Pig's Feet planning? Why was he activating the autopilot at this moment? Anthon's heart raced, a chill creeping up his spine. He knew he could no longer pretend to be asleep, yet he dared not make a move, opting instead to observe Pig's Feet's actions in an attempt to discern his intentions.
Pig's Feet's hands began to move, a twisted pleasure and longing flickering in his eyes. A shiver ran down Anthon's spine; he recognized this behavior as abnormal, and everything was becoming increasingly bizarre and terrifying.
Pig's Feet rubbed his right hand quickly, the motions crude and repulsive, like a wild dog chasing primal desires. His body twitched violently with each movement, his head shaking as if electrocuted, saliva spraying everywhere in excitement. He muttered low curses, his incoherent words laced with agitation and frenzy.
In the back seat, Anthon caught the familiar scent of a man, which quickly filled the cramped car, suffocating the air around him. It was a mix of sweat, bodily fluids, and the remnants of lust from moments before, making Anthon feel intensely uncomfortable.
The atmosphere in the car grew heavier with desire; each breath felt like inhaling poison, leaving Anthon feeling utterly unwell. He could hear Pig's Feet muttering curses under his breath—words that seemed like self-directed anger towards his own body while also venting some uncontrollable craving. The sound echoed within the confines of the vehicle, intensifying Anthon's heartbeat.
Pig's Feet's movements became more violent; his body shook violently as his expression twisted into something increasingly grotesque and sickly. His eyes were bloodshot from overwhelming excitement, and his breathing grew heavy and rapid. Anthon held his breath in the back seat, striving to maintain composure, but the fear and revulsion inside him made true calm impossible.
At that moment, every second in the car stretched out unbearably long; Anthon felt trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
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