Those were the consequences of his actions, In-ho said.
Gi-hun truly believed there was no better punishment: being locked out of the game complex. He would find a way to get to the beach and leave. Send up a smoke signal, steal a boat, or even swim across. But he would get away from that horrible place.
But he forgot how being here messes with your sense of time. He forgot that even though everyone acted as if it were 5 p.m., it was already 9 p.m. outside. When the door opened and the icy air licked his face, he knew it was a terrible idea.
But that wasn’t all. Why was Gi-hun such an idiot for trusting In-ho? He should have learned from Young-il. And a part of him still told him it was Gi-hun’s own fault for being so stupid.
When they brought him here, it was late fall. And now it was Korean winter.
In-ho made a point of tearing his clothes, leaving him with no fabric to cover his skin from the freezing wind. His lungs ached, partly from smoking, and partly from the absurd cold, the air determined to freeze him from the inside out.
How long had he been there? It felt like hours had passed since he heard the heavy iron door slam. He had pounded on it for a long time, screaming and cursing, but the icy metal and his loss of energy had quickly worn him out. Gi-hun was still pounding, hopeful. He was still alive. Someone would come. It didn’t make sense to let him die like this… but he didn’t even know anymore. He just wanted a hot bath, a tub or shower with water at the right temperature to warm him up, and right after that, a bed to curl up in the blankets and fall asleep.
His fingers were motionless, numb. The despair of not being able to move wasn’t as great as Gi-hun had expected. There was only exhaustion in his bones, the urge to close his eyes and give in. He resisted for a long time, but with every passing moment it became more and more tempting...
When he opened them, his cheek stung slightly, but the strong wind no longer lashed his skin. Something was stopping it. Gi-hun had to look up to see what it was.
“Cold, Gi-hun?” In-ho’s voice was impassive, gentle. Gi-hun wished to wrap himself in that sweet voice as he faded away. “60 minutes. Your punishment is over. Want to warm up?”
From his parched lips, nothing came out but a faint moan and a closing of his eyes.
And then he felt it. A liquid warmth spreading through his body. Chest, stomach, groin. It ran down his frozen muscles like the bath he’d fantasized about so much.
But when he opened his eyes, all he saw in front of him was In-ho’s cock hanging out, aimed between his legs as it urinated a long stream. It was semi-hard, big and thick right in front of his face. The shock paralyzed Gi-hun. But unfortunately, In-ho noticed. And aimed his cock at his face
Gi-hun could do nothing as he was hit. He just closed his eyes and surrendered to the humiliating heat of that mercy. The smell was as strong as he’d imagined it would be, and would eventually fade. His body was so satisfied to finally be warmed that he didn’t care where that heat came from. Not even if it came from the sadistic desire of his archenemy.
When the stream slowly stopped and In-ho tucked his member back into his pants, Gi-hun couldn’t help but lick his lips and feel ashamed immediately afterward, recognizing the salty taste in his mouth.
“There, isn’t that much better?” In-ho said as he stroked Gi-hun’s hair, then moved down to his cheek, rubbing the damp skin, as if he could merge the urine with Gi-hun himself. “Come on, say thank you. I could have let you come in and wait until the shower; but I’ve already warmed you up right here. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Maybe at some other time he would have been bothered by this. Embarrassed and furious. But at that moment....
Cuando un ser humano desciende su temperatura hasta los 28 grados el cuerpo ya habrá intentado todo lo posible por sobrevivir. Sin haber dado resultados pronto, los tejidos se habrán de congelar haciendo sentir al sujeto que su piel arde, algunas personas tienden a desnudarse por el extremo "calor" que las consume. Mueren, mueren sintiendo que son calcinadas.
No es brutal decirlo, es la paradoja poética de la muerte. ¿Muerte? ¿Esta no era una tarjeta navideña? ¿No deberías estar hablando del amor y las fiestas decembrinas? Ehmm Lo es, vamos desde el principio.
Vacío, ladera infinita de prolongada muerte, envuelve tierna y lentamente a quien sin cavilar se adentra en ella.
Podría ser cualquiera, nadie está exento de perecer en ese entorno.
Perderás la cordura, te desnudarás y luego te lanzaras a los brazos helados de una agonía cálida, fugaz, empírica.
Tus extremidades se irán adormeciendo, caerás lento, y tan rápido al mismo tiempo que no te darás cuenta de en qué momento diste ese paso en falso.
No me acorde de subir a est@ ya lo tenia pero ps no acorde jajajaja
Les presento a Hipotérmia
Que es ?
Cuando el cuerpo pierde el calor más rápido de lo que lo produce y causa una temperatura corporal peligrosamente baja.
-Primero que todo no se sabe si es hombre o mujer ojo 👀 ya es de cada quién si quiere deducir su género
-Es entre : Lithsexual / Bisexual
-Tiene frio constante mente, y cuando esta cerca de alguien se siente comodo, pero el no comentara nada ya que es muy callado...aun asi si la persona que le esta brindando un poco de calor se va de hay tal vez se lo tome a pecho y no quiera hablar más con ella. ((Si que dramis vdd? No quiere estar solo))
- Que su apariencia no te engañe aparte de ser callado es coqueto y atrevido ~ Pero esto lo hace de forma indirecta cuando lo hace con alguien. ((Es muy notorio cuando lo hace))
Como se manifiesta con las personas ?
Cuando a una persona le da dicha enfermedad , esta aparece y solo abraza a la persona (la persona no lo va sentir) , ya que este tambien busca calor y a la persona lo que le provocara seran escalofrios y se le empezara a bajar la temperatura .
Esta desaparecera en cuanto la persona este con una temperatura normal .
