First-person perspective ③
From that day on, I always hoped for another chance like that, but that young master never gave me any leeway and came to see me less and less often.
Then one day, he actually let me go. He said with a cold face that Zhou Die had transferred schools and his sweetheart was gone, so naturally he had no intention of wasting any more time on me.
After being locked up for nearly a month, I was finally freed. Before leaving, he gave me a fierce warning that I would be finished if I dared to tell anyone about this.
He then let out a cold snort and turned to lead the way.
What a pampered young master! Didn't he ever think that he couldn't turn his back on a prisoner he had just imprisoned?
What's more, it's someone like me, a dark rat in the sewers.
I knocked him unconscious when he wasn't looking. When he woke up, he found himself locked in the same place where I had been imprisoned.
The young master was stunned. He roared and demanded to know what I wanted to do, threatening to call the police to arrest me.
Unfortunately, I'm not afraid.
His mouth was so noisy that I didn't think much of it and just put three fingers in.
The young master's roar abruptly stopped, and he fell silent instantly, with only clear saliva dripping down between his fingers.
I pulled down the young master's pants again, and he stared wide-eyed, whimpering.
The young master was raised in a pampered environment; his skin was as tender as the finest jade. In just a few moments, a thin red patch appeared on his inner thigh. He tried to escape, but I easily pulled him back each time.
Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably as he sobbed, his neck arched back, his whole body trembling. He looked so fragile and pitiful that I had a fleeting urge to strangle him.
He was so tormented that his eyes rolled back in his head, and finally, with a sob in his voice, he begged for mercy: "I was wrong... I'll never do it again... Please let me go..."
How could I bear to let it go?
I mimicked his previous tone and said, "I'm going to turn you into someone who can't live without **."
He was terrified and cried sobbing uncontrollably, barely able to breathe.
He eventually collapsed from exhaustion, his limbs bound by chains, his body covered in marks of varying depths, looking wretched and vulnerable, completely ruined.
From a high and mighty little devil to a little angel fallen to earth.
Pure yet wanton.
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