[TSOPUF] Chapter 11

Translator: MysticRain

It seemed that because the dream was too real, the reality will become somewhat illusory, and let people mistakenly thought that everything was just a dream……

A dream destined to wrote an ending with regret……

The was no longer any difference between night and day for Alpha. He was imprisoned in this cage day and night, and the only thing left he could use to resisted was silence.

“Alpha, let’s eat……”

He could not sit up because of the high fever. Gein ordered for the breakfast to be placed on the table beside the bed.

He gazed at the man who refused any food before him with melancholy, his haggard face pained him……

After a moment of silence, he slowly picked up the wine glass and poured it in the luscious red liquid. He saw a flickered of fear in his eyes, the bright red color evoked the scene of cruelty in his mind, and drove him little by little into the abyss of pain……

“Alpha, if you don’t feel like eating……then drink a glass of wine……”

He slowly drank a mouthful of wine and let it settled into his mouth……

He struggled subconsciously, the alluring flavor made him feel sad and dizzy……

He was forced to swallowed the burning liquid, and his chest became inexplicably restless. Those terrible memories, like a nightmare, drowned him.

He endured helplessly and doesn’t even have the right to forgetting……

“Alpha, don’t resist me……you know……what is going to be the price to pay for it……”

He ordered and threatened……

He brought the food to his mouth again, he chewed it, but couldn’t taste anything……

The things that he made every endeavor to obtain, in the end, only to had a body riddled with scars left……

Sometimes, the body could be recovered, but it doesn’t mean that the mind can also recover……

Since then he had never played the song “Moonlight” again, the song “Moonlight” that belonged only to him……

Time flew in silence…….

In the spring of 1939, the breeze melted the thick snow in Berlin, but couldn’t melt the haze in his heart……

Now he often played dreary and melancholy music on that expensive piano.

They had the same notes and the same name……

That was “Requiem” by Mozart……

“Alpha, why……do you always play this song……”

“Because……it……very suits……me……”

This was not the answer he wanted, and this was not the ending he wanted to see.

Therefore, more often, he would prevent him from continuing and ordered him to stop……

Therefore, more often, he sat by the piano, caressing the keys while looking into the distance……

“Alpha……why……do you no longer play “Moonlight”?……”

“I’m sorry……Gein……I……have……forgotten……”

If the wounds in our hearts can’t heal, the only thing we can do was to forget……

Sometimes, forgetting was a kind of blessing, and to be able to forget was a kind of happiness……

It was just……happiness……was too far of a reach for him——