In the eerie torture chamber, a woman with short blond hair tied to a cross hung her head half-dead.
There was a pair of black socks stuffed in his mouth, and he was mumbling weakly.
Fang Ming picked up a long, thin metal needle and kept heating it in front of the alcohol lamp to disinfect it, while flipping through the instruction manual he found in the corner.
"I didn't expect there is such a thing here, ancient tattoos, do you want to experience it?"
Leixia raised her head, looked at the long red-hot needle, and shook her head violently, making a humming sound.
Fang Ming nodded in understanding, "You'd rather die than surrender, right? I understand, I understand. If you give in too quickly, what's the point of me playing?"
“Mmmmm!” Leshia shook her head even more violently.
"Where should I tattoo..." Fang Ming opened her sports jacket and saw her shoulders wet with sweat. He immediately had an idea.
He carefully disinfected the cotton pad with alcohol, dipped the needle into the ink, and explained to Leshia with great interest,
"It says in the manual that there are three main methods of ancient tattooing: cutting, tapping, and pricking."
"Cutting means using a blade to directly cut the skin, and then applying dye to the cut wound. Hiss!" Fang Ming's fingertips passed across her shoulder, and he could clearly see that Leixia was trembling slightly.
"It sounds too painful, and the wound could easily get infected... The percussion method uses a row of small needles dyed with dye and pierces them all at once. This is very efficient. What do you think?"
Leixia lowered her head and said nothing.
Fang Ming waved his hand. "As a beginner, of course you should start with the simplest method. Although acupuncture takes time, it is the safest method."
As soon as the words fell, the tip of the needle pierced into Leixia's shoulder. The ink seeped into the inner layer of the skin along the needle, leaving a spot of ink on her shoulder.
“Hmm!”
"Oh, right! I forgot to ask you what tattoo you want. Do you like 'bitch' or 'hot weapon'? If you don't say anything, I'll tattoo both of them."
The stinging pain in her body and the mental torture of the words finally made Leshia collapse. She struggled hard, her tears and snot even flowing onto her socks. She yelled at Fang Ming, and the stubbornness in her eyes finally disappeared.
Fang Ming reached out and pulled the sock out of her mouth, looking at her with a smile, "You only have one chance to say one sentence, you can take this opportunity to scold me again."
Leixia took a deep breath of fresh air, lowered her head and panted, "What do you want to know..."
Fang Ming smiled with satisfaction, "One thing, you know everything about the academy, at least you can tell me the menstrual period of that mysterious professor."
After all, Resia is not a trained agent or a strong-willed warrior, but a university student with a lot of experience in the world.
In the face of enough fear, admiration for professors, a sense of belonging to the college, and even hatred for gangs can all be swept into the trash.
People are always too confident in themselves.
Fang Ming thought about the summary of this casual experiment and stabbed the ink-stained needle into Leixia's shoulder again, causing her to scream in pain.
"What are you doing! I'll tell you! Stop tattooing humiliating words on me! Stop it!"
Fang Ming showed a devilish smile, "Foolish child, you have fallen into my hands. It is your duty to obey my orders and it is also your duty to obey my arrangements. I never said that you can violate the latter if you do the former."
Fang Ming extended his index finger, dipped it in ink, and pressed it on her face. "Be good and listen to me until I am no longer interested in you."
The light in Leixia's eyes faded, and she felt like she had fallen into the depths of hell, unable to climb out again.
…
“It feels so depraved.”
In the living room on the second floor of the villa, soft carpets covered every corner, scattered clothes were dropped on the ground, and the heels of a pair of red high-heeled shoes were even broken.
Wen Ruyu was only wearing a thin red silk pajamas, her bare feet felt a little itchy as she stepped on the soft ground.
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