He stared at the palette knife in my hand, his face slightly tilting.
Click—the blade and handle separated with a snap.
I threw the shovel handle at his face and rushed to the door, but he grabbed my waist and pushed me back into the chair in front of the easel.
Tunshe Nalin looked up at the painting on the wall. With a loud bang, the painting fell to the ground, face down, with the frame cracked, which scared me so much that I trembled all over.
“Haven’t you always wanted to draw me? From now on, you can draw me, whenever you want.” His tone was soft, but his thick black hair and his figure enveloped me. The faint scent of ancient sandalwood became stronger with the overly close distance, like forming an invisible and boundless net.
I curled up my legs and said, “I don’t want to-to draw right now.”
I’m scared just by looking at him. Let alone drawing, I was afraid that I couldn’t even hold the paintbrush.
He froze for a moment and hugged me tightly: “Do you not want to do it now, or do you never want to do it in the future?”
I shook my head: “I don’t want to paint now. Let’s talk about it later.”
“You don’t want to draw me, do you still want to draw your ex lover? He even took off all his clothes and let you draw him? Did you guys do anything else besides drawing?” His tone became more and more dangerous.
“N-no…” His tone reminded me of the night he raped me. I instinctively pushed his chest away. “I just-just don’t want to draw right now. Let me go…”
The more I struggled, the tighter he hugged me, the more scared I became, and the harder I struggled. I twisted and kicked in his arms for a while, and suddenly I felt a pain in my earlobe, as he bit it with his canine teeth. My twisting waist was held firmly by his big cold hands, which slid along my waist and reached into my pajamas.
“Get lost!” I exploded and kicked him in the stomach. I fell off the chair and sat on the ground. My silk pajamas opened, revealing the gorgeous bridal mark on my body.
I stepped back, but he approached me and pushed me into the corner. I was so terrified that I grabbed the painting materials and threw them at him, but he grabbed my wrist, lifted me up, and pushed me against the wall and kissed me forcefully.
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“Tunshe Nalin… please, don’t…” I pounded against him, screaming and begging for mercy. This was the sacred ground where I pursued my artistic faith, the shrine where I worshipped my passion for art. He was once the muse that I vowed to pursue.
He laid me on the floor and stared at me: “Why can’t you draw? You don’t like me anymore? Or, from the beginning to the end, you never really liked me? That’s why when you see my true form, you can leave me without hesitation? So, you could lie to me… without even flinching?”
I shook my head, the tinnitus started again, and I couldn’t speak and couldn’t think of how to defend myself either.
“You just want to paint me because of my appearance, right? What you said and did before was just to seduce me to be your muse willingly, right?”
My heart trembled as I stared at him in a daze and saw his gaze grow darker and more intense, like a grave ignited with ghostly flames.
“No! Tunshe Nalin! Please don’t do it here…”
“Umm!”
He pushed me to the floor, knocking over a few paint cans.
The thick paint poured out, staining my body with all kinds of colors. I was so ashamed that I covered my eyes with the back of my hands, bit my lips, and sobbed.
I bit my lower lip and couldn’t help sobbing. Tunshe Nalin actually held my hand, picked up the paintbrush on the table next to me, bit my earlobe, and half coaxed and half forced me: “Ranran, paint me.”
I thought that Ming Luo, who forced me to face my desires while painting him, had already challenged my limits, but now I know that someone can go even further… so I gritted my teeth and sobbed. But I couldn’t hold it any longer, so I had to obey him and put the first stroke on the white paper.
When he carried me out of the studio, I had turned into a puddle of mud. I let him wash my body in a daze. I was still soaking in the bathtub but had already fallen asleep in his arms.
