Chapter 600 His past

I felt a long scar, and my first instinct was to jerk my hand back, but Lucas held on tight, locking eyes with me as he went on, "Ever wonder how much stuff a person can carry inside their body?" I was speechless, just staring at him. He spoke in a detached tone. "A hundred pounds. Before every run, I'd starve myself for days until there was nothing left in my stomach, just so I could cram in more stuff. They'd use every place they could—the belly, back there… Nowhere was off-limits." I could not even picture it. My whole body started to go numb, and my hand began to shake uncontrollably as I pulled it back. He watched me, a bitter edge to his voice. "Did I freak you out?" "No!" I managed to shake my head, but inside, my heart was racing, filled with a panic I could not quell. He squeezed my hand, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, I'm scared too. Back then, it was so easy to just... end up dead. But I wanted to live so badly. I've never known my parents, never had a ful