Hair Coiling Chapter 2 URNED MAN

Chapter 2 Urned Man

By all senses, could he be a human? I was in cold sweat with memories of the film 'Two Dowagers' flashed in my mind - a film I watched in my childhood. It told a story happened in Qing dynasty: Cixi, the empress dowager, trapped the sexiest concubine of her son (whom she hated most and was once praised by the deceased emperor) into a huge urn and chopped all her limbs. The scenes had made my hair stand on end at that moment.
  Incredibly, here and today, the same big urn appeared close to my bed, in-standing a man with unkempt hair and dirty face. I could not tell his age from face because it was blood-dripping on which the nose, lips and ears were sheared away, only left two black holes on the place of nose. His eyes were kept untouched which were now fixed rigidly on the man standing to the bed. Hoots came from that mouth but couldn't compose a complete syllable - his tongue appeared had been pulled off. Hatred, pain, sorrow, shame, unreconciliation and other kinds of strong emotions were shooting from his eyes. If eyes could kill, that white-robe-man would have been burnt at the stake for a thousand times already.
  Seeing this kind of situation, I had no doubt that this body in urn had no longer bearing limbs. I looked at him, horrified. He couldn't be called a human any more; he was a real, living Sheared Man described in 'Lu Dingji'.
  Why should this man be treated like that? What kind of enmity that could torture a man under such kind of plight and still didn't feel like give up? I almost fainted when I raised my head to watch the back of the cutie. Such a man! Such extremely ferocious method! Such a cruel heart! How come there could be such a scareful man in this world? Blessed with a perfect face but a vicious heart inside.
  I was scared, really scared. I could feel chilly growing from feet, trembling with fear. As a girl from 21st century, how could I expect such a savage punishment, a real sheared man placed under my nose? As the strong smell of blood started to creep around, I covered my nose and mouth, trying my best not to vomit but dared not let out an utterance. How long had this man been placed here? Anyhow couldn't be after I woke up. I would not be totally un-aware of the noise of carrying a huge heavy-loaded urn into the room even if I was kind of 'burning with instinctive passion and in a state of delirium'.
  Then it must be before I woke up when he was carried to there. So that just now ... I felt as if my body was dropped into the ice - if so, the man in urn must had 'enjoyed' the R-level show of me as well!
  Why should he be made to watch? I was absolute certain without the help of mirror that my face had turned into deathly pale. The hottie still backed against me, getting a cup of warm tea from the pink-dressed girl, sipping. Another girl in purple un-tied his hair and started to comb. What a flamboyant manner! Biting my lips, I tried to analyze present situation by carrying forward modern office ladies' reasoning spirit on Stars' anecdotes. I got to find myself an opportunity to live, after all.
  What the hell intention did he have? There would by no mean be such a guy who was addictive to shearing a man and inviting him to watch his love performance. Undoubtedly, the hottie must hate him very much. The best method of punishing a hated one was not devastating his body, but humiliating his soul and spirit as well.
  Thinking of this, I began to gather up threads in mind. He let the man in urn watch me being raped, which showed that the urned man must had special relation with me, otherwise this kind of torture would be totally absurd and nonsense.
  If so, what kind of relation it might be? Husband? The answer was denied by the harsh blood on the bed sheet - I hadn't married. Brother? A close look at that blood-dripping face helped me found out some deep wrinkles at his eyes corners, so that there was only one possibility - Father.
  I felt so cold but couldn't help cold sweat falling from my forehead. If the sheared man was my father, what would the hottie do to me after treating my dad like that? Rape? Maybe that was the lightest punishment. Although I didn't realize being raped at the 1st moment of revive due to un-aware of the situation, based on the extent of hurt and the wound of tearing on my private parts, I was certain the former host of this body had been raped rudely by him.
  How would he deal with me further? Kill me? Or shear me as well? I trembled, thinking whether I should tell him that the host of the body had gone under the pain when being raped and I was just a phoney? No way! No one with normal intelligence would believe a story like Arabian Nights which would make him thought I was speaking a weird fairy tale to avoid brutal punishment, thus caused disaster to myself on the contrary. But, but how could I react at the moment under such conditions? I was hopelessly bewildered, God! Made me dead again, would you? Somehow, to die would be better than facing this horrible man! And still I could go back to the Palace of Hell to get level with that little devil, Ming Yan by poking his nostrils and pulling his ears. I knew the kid was not warm-hearted! Corpse revive? Maybe he wished me die again so I could be his wife in Hell. I was confused very much why he kept haunting on me, only because I said his mouth was full of pag and gently pulled his ear? So he sought such a revenge on me niggardly?
  After another sip, the hottie handed the cup to the pink-dressed girl whom stood on his left, and the purple-dressed on the right gave him a wet handkerchief to wipe hands. Obviously these two girls were not ordinary servant-girls - facing this kind of scenes and stay cool and self-controlled as ever, they were not common people but abnormals as the hottie himself.
  To be honest, I had degraded the abnormal hottie form 7star to 3 in my mind. Now I turned to look at his face again and felt no more beauty but fits of chilly inside. After cleaning his hands, the abnormal hottie walked to the urn with hands clasped behind his back, strolled around it with eyes looking casually at the man in it, chuckled, 'Maybe you don't think being a urned man is not fun, Wei Jinlan, well, take a look at your daugher's performance under my hip, don't you feel a bit new?' His voice sounded cool, deep and magnetic, even such raw and vicious words come out from his lips could bear a mysterious sense of sexy. I was goosebumps all over, if only he was not so ruthless and made me fee so scared ... 'Come on ,Ye, be sober, stop being a nimpho under such circumstance! Aren't you afraid of death?' I shook my head with force and abused myself in heart.
  The abnormal hottie walked to one side of the urn and back to me no more. Now I could clearly see his expression - Although carrying smile on his face, his eyes were as cold as millennium ice, without a trace of emotion.
  Obviously my guess was testified - urned man was the father of the body I was adhering with. I tried to deny the relations between Wei Jinlan and me in subconscious. I didn't know him before and had not a tiny bit of feeling of him either, even if he was the father of this body. I was innocent living in his daughter's body and bearing the hatred of that abnormal hottie for nothing. I was down on my luck already, and would certainly be ruined if further connecting myself with Wei Jinlan and being carried away by the feelings. This abnormal hottie was the most horrible man I had ever seen in my life!
  Urned man glared at him furiously and started to snarl when hearing his provocative words. Unfortunately he couldn't utter a complete syllable without tongue. He kept moving impetuously and caused the strong huge urn started vibrating slightly.
  Receiving his killing glares, the hottie's face showed a sense of satisfaction. Wei Jinlan must had been driven mad. Watching daughter being raped by a demon who made him a sheared man, there would not be a second father who could stay calm under such situation. Or, maybe he could stand the torture given to himself but might not undertake seeing his consanguinity hurt.
  Although the abnormal had satisfied with Wei Jinlan's expression, he wouldn't give up humiliating him, 'As people say, the daughter of Prime Minister Wei Jinlan is a well-educated lady, moderate, quiet and graceful, but they will never know, she's a licentious whore underneath.' He stopped, turning his head and gave me a glance with a mock smile appeared at the lifting labial angles with which I was confused at the very first moment but now was absolute. 'She even ingratiates with men who rape her! What a lewd bitch!'
  I bit my lower lip tightly. Ignore him, ignore his words. I told myself even though his hash comment had made me crazy. That abnormal was merely trying to humiliate Wei Jinlan and I was no more than Wei's daughter. So it was not necessary to undertake the shame feeling he added to me voluntarily. I was an adult from 21st century who had normal physiological needs and didn't aware that he was raping this body when I woke up at first. Why should I feel ashamed? He was the criminal, and it was him who should be ashamed! Why should I hate myself and punish myself for the reason of other people's fault? No, never!
  Thinking of this, my heart relaxed. Now everything in front of my eyes had turned into nothing more than a farce and I was just a spectator who had beheld a stupid show. I turned my eyes on this man, neglecting his mock smile, calmly watched into his beautiful merciless eyes ... 'What a pity!' I jeered in mind. Another 3stars degraded in my mind. This abnormal man, I'm afraid that his ice-cold eyes and expression would soon collapse if knowing I was not Wei Jinlan's daughter at all and all he did had made not a bit sense to me. I don't know whether he could still utter such disgusting words or not by then.
  Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing.