29 The mournful wails of the dungeon (Please add to your favorites)
At dawn, just past 5 a.m., a magnificent sunrise appeared in the east, and the entire palace was shrouded in a light mist, creating a unique and pleasing atmosphere. There was no noisy atmosphere, and such a tranquil morning should have made people feel peaceful and relaxed.
But precisely on this early morning, a faint 'pattering' sound emanated, sounding extremely discordant and sending chills down one's spine. Following the sound, it turned out that these sounds were coming from the dungeon of the Prince's mansion. Could it be Liu Hanruo?
Inside the dungeon of the Prince's mansion, sunlight never shines, and only candlelight provides illumination. Although somewhat dim, it is still possible to vaguely see a figure tightly bound to a rack in the interrogation room, unable to move. A guard in the cell is constantly whipping the person bound to the rack.
The 'crack crack crack' sound was the sound of the leather whip hitting the human body. The sound was incessant, making people's hair stand on end. After dozens of lashes, the prison guards' hands were sore, but the person being whipped did not utter a sound. He was obviously a tough guy, which made people admire him.
"Damn it, at least make a sound! I've been lashed over fifty times, you should at least give me some reaction. You're like a wooden doll, not uttering a sound, leaving me to perform a one-man show. It's so damn annoying!" The cell guard, tired from beating him, couldn't help but curse.
Despite hearing the prison guard's words, the bound man kept his eyes closed, seemingly unresponsive. However, upon closer inspection, his clenched fists betrayed his true state.
The prison guard, enraged that the bound man showed no reaction whatsoever, cursed:
"You son of a bitch, don't push your luck! Fine, you've got guts, so you're still not going to talk? Fine! I'll see if my whip is harder or your mouth is tighter. You just wait, I don't believe I can't teach you a lesson today. If I don't beat you until you make a sound, I'll change my surname to yours!"
The guard's words finally elicited a response from the bound man. He opened his eyes, glanced at the guard with disdain, chuckled, and curled his lips in a mocking smile before closing his eyes again.
Seeing this, the cell guard's face darkened even more, his expression becoming ferocious and gloomy. Just when it seemed that the cell guard was about to lose his temper, he suddenly laughed. However, the laughter sounded strange and sent chills down one's spine.
Hearing the terrifying laughter, the bound man couldn't help but tremble. Opening his eyes, he saw the prison guard staring at him with ill intent. This look made him feel like a lamb to the slaughter. He secretly glanced around the cell, seeing the same instruments of torture. He figured the guards couldn't come up with anything new. With that thought, the bound man's heart gradually calmed down, and he was no longer disturbed.
Just then, the prison guard picked up a whip and walked towards the bound man. Upon seeing this, the bound man smiled contemptuously.
As expected, whatever.
Soon, the prison guards walked up to the bound man and stopped. The bound man closed his eyes and waited for the whip to come down. He waited and waited, but still did not feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the prison guards had turned around and left the torture chamber. This puzzled the bound man, and his heart, which had just been at ease, was now in turmoil again.
The waiting time was agonizing. Before they knew it, half an hour had passed. For the bound man, this half hour was a mix of worry and joy. He was worried about what torture the prison guards would come up with next, but he was happy that he would not have to suffer any more physical pain for half an hour. Under such complicated feelings, the prison guards returned shortly afterward.
However, the whip was not in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the whip was tied around his waist, and he was holding a heavy black burlap sack in each hand. It was unclear what was inside, but the sack was still moving around.
Just then, the cell guard slowly walked to the rack, glanced at the two bags in his hands, then at the person tied to the rack. As if contemplating something amusing, he suddenly let out a sinister laugh. This look and laughter sent a chill down the spine of the bound man. Looking at the two constantly writhing bags, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Could it be…
As if to test the bound man's thoughts, the cell guard first set aside the bag on his left, then untied the rope on the bag in his right hand. A noisy 'squeak, squeak, squeak' sound could be heard. Looking at the treasures inside, the cell guard smiled, a smile utterly wicked. He lifted the bag with his left hand, grabbed a treasure with his right, and pulled it out, holding it close to the bound man's neck, saying with immense excitement:
"You know, I've put in a lot of effort to catch these little darlings. I hope they can give you some fun and make me happy, hahahahahaha!"
As soon as the cell guard finished speaking, he placed the little creatures into the collar of the bound man's clothes, one after another, until the bag was empty. Once these little creatures were free, they darted around in the clothes like arrows released from a bow, causing unbearable itching. Their sharp claws clung tightly to the skin, leaving scratches with every step they took, causing excruciating pain.
Tormented by the itching and pain, the bound man gritted his teeth and tried not to cry out, but he couldn't help but groan. These barely audible groans sounded like heavenly music to the prison guard, stimulating his senses.
"Hahaha! Exciting, isn't it? Enjoying it? Just wait, I'll make you feel even better right away, hahaha!"
As the cell guard spoke, his hands were also busy. He untied another bag that was placed to the side, took out a slightly smaller black cat, stroked it a few times, and then went to the bound man and stuffed the cat into his collar.
Although small, the black cat sensed the presence of food through its instincts. It became excited and started meowing. Driven by instinct, its body moved unconsciously, catching mice one by one with each paw and eating them with relish.
The little ones, seemingly sensing the presence of their natural enemies, became even more panicked and ran around even more excitedly. They ran and chased each other, having a great time. At this moment, the bound person, after suffering such inhuman torture, finally couldn't help but cry out.
"ah!"
The extremely pitiful screams echoed throughout the dungeon, even faintly reaching the outer walls of the prison, sending chills down the spines of all who heard them! But these sounds pleased the prison guards, satisfying their twisted desires!
---Aside---
The identity of the tormented protagonist, a seductive demon, will be kept secret for now; you can guess for yourselves. Hehe.
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