Oh, leave me alone

Chapter 11 Dark Night 1

In the darkness, I could only hear the man's still gentle voice amidst the occasional whipping, "My Yan'er, do you know that every time I hit a different place now, it's actually like this training-style whipping It is very skillful, each whip with different strength and direction will form different marks, and it cannot break your skin, just like now, do you know how beautiful the marks on your body are, just like the beautiful one just now? coat."

"Wuwu, don't..., ah, it hurts, it really hurts." At first, Yan Mo insisted on gritting his teeth, but as the whip kept falling, the unbearable pain finally forced him He made a sound, sobbing continuously in his mouth, tears had already wetted the cloth strips covering his eyes.

Although Xiao Zifeng did not break Yan Mo's skin, his skin was still intact even from the outside, with only criss-crossing red marks, but in fact the flesh inside the skin had already burst open, but the blood flow did not stay, and gathered The lower layer of the skin thus appears more beautiful and coquettish.

But it was precisely because of this that he suffered more and more pain as time went on. This kind of whipping seemed to go on forever without a head. It was not a general pain, but it was like thousands of ants devouring his own flesh and blood in his body.

"No, woo, it hurts, don't—" Yan Mo's voice became weaker and weaker, he could only repeat these words over and over again, and the darkness in front of him made him even more desperate, as if this was an accident There is no resting whipping.

Xiao Zifeng still whipped down the whip with a blank expression, and said indifferent words, "You have to remember, now I am your only master, and you are just a lowly male pet. All you have to do is open your mouth every day. The legs await the master's favor."

"Crack," a heavy whip fell, "Did you hear that?"

"Well——" Yan Mo curled up with all his strength, and said in a crying voice: "Got it, got it."

"Crack," another whip fell, "What should you call me? Say it again."

Yan Mo's consciousness was already in chaos, and he murmured indiscriminately: "Uh——, what..., repeat."

"Crack," Xiao Zifeng said mercilessly, "What do you think?"

"Ah, um, master, master, you are my master." Yan Mo's consciousness finally returned, and his voice was already slightly hoarse, "No, don't fight anymore, I will listen to you, okay? good."

"Really?" Xiao Zifeng smiled, finally stopped, went to Yan Mo and took off the black cloth, raised his tear-stained face and said slowly: "You know, you will always be my slave .”

"I, I, forever, are, all your, slaves." Yan Mo repeated every word, and the severe pain hit his whole body over and over again. At this moment, he has lost any hope, like a doll Repeated every word Xiao Zifeng said.

"What, does it hurt?"

"Pain" tears could not stop falling.

"It's just that it hurts, that's it, use your body to remember me, you know?" Then a kiss fell gently.

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Everyone come out to have a clubbing, I am so boring chattering alone~~~~~~~