"I'll try with his birthday."Sam had tried Davis' case before and knew that most of his bank cards used his birthday as a password.Hermosa could only hear Sam's words reverberating from underground, and all she could feel was a tiny layer of sweat on her forehead.As Sam spoke, there were a few echoing electronic keystrokes down the passage, followed by a heart-stopping error tone and the emotionless English female voice: PassWord Error.Hermosa turned her head to Brent in horror, "What to do, sir!!!""Don't worry, nothing happened that you were afraid of." Brent looked stoic, his jaw was tense as he did so.His brow was slightly furrowed, a vague unease hidden beneath his subdued state.But fortunately this attempt at a password was only a false hint.Davis' underground vault did not appear to be set up with the kind of mechanism that would automatically trigger the mechanism if the wrong password was entered, or perhaps it had not been triggered.Otherwise, they wouldn't be safe n
"You mean, you've seen really weird tattoos on him?"Brent was sitting in the living room with a laptop on his lap just after 8pm: "What kind?""I can't remember the details, I just know it was probably an outline like that."Hermosa closes her eyes and tries to remember for a moment, drawing down several symbols on a piece of paper, circles over circles that Brent hasn't seen either, but which look familiar."Davis was a devout Buddhist, and everything else he would have tattooed on his body had something to do with religion, so the circles of writing, too, would probably have something to do with ancient India or that part of Sri Lanka's culture."Brent mused in analysis. Like all the countries in the world where Buddhism is practised, it has its origins in India and was heavily influenced by Sri Lankan and Burmese Buddhism in the thirteenth century.Those who were deeply Buddhist in East Asia usually had some knowledge of the Sanskrit or Pali languages of ancient India.Sam once me
Unlike looking in a mirror, it felt strange to see herself naked on video.More than the sense of shame, she felt her own sense of backstabbing virtue.It was as if she was watching herself doing something bad.Hermosa couldn't help but look away in shame, knowing full well that this was Brent's sex delight.She flushed red with shame and little anger, one hand clutching her hem of skirt tightly."Is this a deliberate attempt to make fun of me, sir?""Don't want to watch it ?"Brent laughed, lifting his hand to cupped Hermosa's chin and gently making her turn her head, "Look at it, you're so beautiful. Don't you want to know what it feels like when I look at you?"Hermosa looked into Brent's eyes in confusion, his imperious brow looked handsome and his tone was filled with a sense of seduction.What was it like when sir looked at himself?The words made Hermosa's heart flutter and she looked up in subconscious curiosity to find herself was lying on the operating table, her legs curle
"You love me, so what gives me cause not to believe you?"His eyes became obscure and compassionate, like a murderer's little moment of pity before he strikes.He looked at Hermosa, imprisoned by her own hands, at her collarbone, red and swollen from engorgement, and the slightly bulging vein in her neck, and a hidden, unutterably wicked thrill spread from his heart.He thought back to the days when he had just lost the ability to walk on his legs and his sexual dysfunction, the days when he was shrouded in dark loneliness and pain.He had always come to the basement alone late at night when he was lonely and sleepless to dissect the innocent rabbits and white rats.It seemed to be the only way his brain and heart could get a little bit of pleasure.He looked obsessively at the seductive face of Hermosa.He wasn't the same now.As long as she stayed under him and belonged to him forever, then he would be free of all that haze and psychological trauma for the rest of his life.But look
The moment Sam said this, Hermosa immediately exchanged an excited look with Brent.This was the only visible light in this recent period. They had been thinking that if the vault could not be opened, the success of this operation would surely be greatly diminished.But so far it had only uncovered the link between Sinhalese and the numbers while it would still take some work to find out the exact password code.But it did suggest that the string of words might actually be Davis's lucky numbers, and possibly the code to his underground vault.They were happy for a while, but they soon calmed down, because a "three" didn't mean anything.The phrase could have been something like "the three worlds of beings are solemn", depending on when Hermosa remembered the rest of the characters.Brent had never thought that the movie's cracking the password code of the vault door would happen to him, and he sighed and asked Sam about the possibility of other clues. But Sam's answer was no.Since S
Sam at first refused to give in to Hermosa's demands, but Hermosa would not budge either.Hermosa's tone had a determination that could not be denied, and her eyes were always fearless."Brent's leg is not handy and if something goes wrong when Randolph arrives, he'll be caught off guard.And," Hermosa had actually had this premonition for a long time, so she used not a question but an affirmation, "this thing is not at all as safe as you say it is, there are still risks, as you know full well.What is Brent supposed to do in case Randolph is going to open a robbery and kill someone in the middle of it ?Is he supposed to sit in a wheelchair and wait to die?""So what are you going to do?" Sam was silent for a moment, not holding his ground. Because he knew very well that Hermosa was telling the truth.Even if the police deployment had been thorough enough, Randolph was by no means a good man, and those in the centre of a storm were always at great risk.Brent had been a friend of his
"Sir."Hermosa occasionally caught a glimpse of Brent's hidden emotions.She smiled, leaning back in Brent's arms and leaning up to kiss the other woman's chin, "I know exactly what you're thinking, and I'm not going to comfort you. Because I know for sure that you can pull yourself together.""And you're sure to be on your feet soon. And then you can play football with your friends like you used to, and I'll hold Elisa and watch you from the sidelines.And if Elisa is interested, you can teach her. At the end of the day, we'll go back home to ......"Hermosa shifted into a more comfortable position in Brent's arms and pecked him on the lips like a kitten: "You can hold me ......""Hold you for what, to fuck you?"Brent's mind was dispelled by Hermosa's words.He easily saw through Hermosa's desire and hooked Hermosa's chin to look at the desire in those clear eyes, "Want to make love with me now?""Yes." Hermosa said honestly. She lifted her head and gave Brent with a shy, light sm
It is the location where Hermosa has frequently concealed herself's lust from her child while secretly daydreaming about Brent giving her a loving touch then she had to forcibly controlling her lust.It is also where Brent spies on Hermosa through the camera countless times.In a sense, it was another of their sanctuaries besides the basement."I want that pomegranate oil painting to watch us and record us making love."It was a kind of remembrance, in case she was really no longer with Brent, at least something to remind him of her, but Hermosa didn't say the words out loud, and she couldn't.Because it would be too cruel for Brent.Hermosa forgot how she had helped Brent back into his wheelchair and how she had come into the room with him.She remembered that her already burning lust had intensified to the point of no return in the short half-minute ride upstairs in the lift.Her and Elisa's bedroom had previously been furnished as a children's room, and the clouds, bears and soft c