C221 He Was Fortunate Enough to be Bathed in Snow and in This Life He Was Born with a Head Full of W

He knew, of course, what he would do.

It was nothing more than locking him in the basement, punching and kicking him, not giving him food or drink, or burning him with a cigarette butt.

He had been like this since he was young, and he knew it all too well.

He had tried to escape or call the police, but he was always caught immediately. Calling the police was to him. It's a luxury. His father