Chapter 113 It hurts, it really hurts
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Xiao Qihao tensed his back and tried to kick him away, but Ye Xiang gripped his knee tightly with such force that his bones were almost crushed.
He turned his head away from the rebellious hand, and a suppressed angry sound rolled out of his throat.
“Get lost!”
"Go away?"
Ye Xiang seemed to have heard a joke and leaned closer.
The tip of her nose brushed against his jawline, her voice was as low and hoarse as the whispers of lovers.
"Why haven't I seen you say this when you were in my bed these days?"
His hand suddenly reached into Xiao Qihao's collar, his fingertips were slightly calloused.
Sliding up the spine vertebra by vertebra, each stroke was so powerful that it seemed to carve into the bones.
Xiao Qihao trembled all over and struggled to arch his back.
However, Ye Xiang pressed his knee against his lower abdomen, forcing him to collapse back onto the sofa.
"Don't move."
Ye Xiang bit his earlobe and gently rolled the obsidian earring with her teeth. The smile in her tone was like a poisoned needle.
"If you move again, I'll lock the chains around your ankles so you won't even have the strength to bend your legs."
His hands suddenly tightened, grasped Xiao Qihao's waist, and pulled him into his arms.
The distance between them instantly returned to zero, and Xiao Qihao could clearly feel his body temperature.
And there was the unmistakable aggression that came through the fabric.
"Tell me, if those people outside were allowed to come in and see what the person who was trying to save them looks like under me right now..."
Ye Xiang let go of his earlobe, licked the corner of her lips, and glanced at his heaving chest.
"Will it make them more desperate than killing them?"
Xiao Qihao's breathing became disordered. **************************************************
“You bastard…”
He turned his head and met Ye Xiang's eyes that were burning with fire.
He felt that gaze was like a hot iron, burning holes in his skin.
Ye Xiang's plunder was cruel and ruthless, **************
The fabric on the sofa was wrinkled, ******************************
Xiao Qihao's struggle seemed futile under the absolute suppression of power.
The iron chain left deeper blood marks on his wrists, and the sound coming out of his throat changed from a groan of resistance to a broken groan of pain.
Eventually he lost consciousness in extreme pain and exhaustion.
He was like a leaf that had been torn apart by a violent storm, slumped limply on the sofa.
His face was as pale as paper, his lips were red, swollen and broken, and his body was covered with marks of varying depths.
Ye Xiang supported himself on top of him. His lifeless face and the emotions surging in his eyes were surprisingly complicated.
There is the joy of success, the anger of betrayal, but more importantly, there is an inextricable bitterness.
He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips paused on Xiao Qihao's sweaty forehead.
Finally I took my hand back, ******************
The chain was locked back to the ring on the wall again, this time even tighter.
Ye Xiang found a thin white nightgown and put it on Xiao Qihao.
The clothes could not cover the scars on his body at all. On the contrary, because they were loose, they made him look even thinner.
He took one last look at the unconscious person, turned around, slammed the door and left, leaving the room in a mess and silence behind him.
The days that followed became an endless torture.
Ye Xiang came every day, sometimes in the early morning, with a chill on her body, to wake Xiao Qihao up from his drowsiness.
I poured icy water on him, watched him shiver, and then slowly untied the chains.
"Did you sleep well last night? Do you want to relive last night's experience?"
Sometimes he would drag Xiao Qihao to another interrogation room, where ********************
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"**************** is a choice that suits my taste. Perhaps it will allow you to breathe a little longer."
In more humiliating situations, he would call the slave yard guards and have them stand outside the door.
In the room, he slowly unbuttoned Xiao Qihao's nightgown, and his fingertips brushed across the old wounds on his body.
"Listen to the footsteps outside. They are waiting for you to call for help."
"Go ahead, Qihao. Once you yell, they'll know that the hero they admire is now at my mercy like a dog."
Xiao Qihao gritted his teeth and remained silent the whole time. Only when Ye Xiang deliberately ran over his wound did he let out a suppressed groan of pain from his throat.
His silence was like adding fuel to the fire, making Ye Xiang's methods even more brutal, but it also deepened the paranoia in his eyes.
He seemed to want to squeeze something out of Xiao Qihao.
It's surrender, it's begging for mercy,
Or something else, even he himself might not be able to tell.
But every time after the end, he would ask Xiao Qihao,
"Whenever you open your legs to me, I will treat you well"
"If you become my lover, I won't kill those people..."
But Xiao Qihao never said a word and never responded.
Perhaps they can only fight like this until they die.
The bloody tug-of-war only ended when Shen Qingze was taken into this room.
Before Shen Qingze was brought in by Renly, the scene here was completely different.
After another crushing, Xiao Qihao collapsed in the corner, his nightgown torn to pieces.
There was still blood on the corner of his mouth, and the iron chain on his wrist was wrapped around his arm, locking him firmly to the wall.
Ye Xiang had just straightened his shirt and buttoned it to the top button, covering the bloody mark on the side of his neck where Xiao Qihao had bitten him.
He glanced at the almost unconscious person on the ground, and a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed across his eyes.
In the end, he just turned around and pushed the door open and walked out just before Shen Qingze was taken out of the teleportation array by Renly.
The moment the door was closed, Xiao Qihao slowly opened his eyes and looked at the door with blurry vision.
All the bones in my body seemed to be taken apart and reassembled, leaving only the bone-eating pain.
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After Shen Qingze listened to this memory soaked in blood and tears, his heart felt as if it was being tightened by an invisible hand, and it was painful.
His eyes subconsciously fell on Xiao Qihao. The thin blanket covering him had slipped to his waist, revealing the nightgown that barely covered his body.
The fabric was so thin that it was almost transparent, and had torn edges, so it couldn't cover anything at all.
As his eyes moved downwards, Shen Qingze's breathing suddenly stagnated.
On Xiao Qihao's wrist, several dark brown marks were interlaced, like ugly snakes coiled on the pale skin.
There was a purple kiss mark on the side of her neck, with a broken blood scab on the edge. On her calves, which were exposed outside her nightgown, there were layers of new and old scars.
Some were fine scratches, some were hideous bruises, and there was even an obvious chain mark around the ankles.
Those wounds were like countless needles, densely piercing into Shen Qingze's eyes.
He finally understood why Xiao Qihao had huddled in the corner at the beginning.
The heartache surged up like a tide, almost drowning Shen Qingze.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Qihao noticed his gaze and curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.
"Teacher Shen, please stop looking...it hurts, it really hurts."
That smile was uglier than crying. The movement of raising the corners of his mouth seemed to pull at the wound on his face, causing him to frown slightly.
He looked down at his own embarrassment, and laughed in a low and hoarse voice, with a kind of sadness that penetrated deep into his bones.
"Isn't it ugly? I am like his toy now. I don't even have the strength to resist."
After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything else, but just pulled the blanket over himself again.
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