Don't look into my eyes; they hold anger and hatred. Do you hate me? I hate myself too!
Shen Ye was truly imprisoned, because of his overstepping of authority, because...
He said things he shouldn't have said.
This time, Xiao Jingran was truly enraged, and the doctor in charge of taking care of Shen Ye was no longer as respectful as before.
Once, he accidentally broke a bowl and was whipped several times by the doctor. Shen Ye knew that Xiao Jingran had tacitly approved of all of this.
He had no idea that his words that night would have such serious consequences. If he had known, he would never have been so foul-mouthed, even if it meant his death.
At night, the wound became infected and he had a persistent high fever. After tossing and turning, he finally fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.
I was awakened in the middle of the night by the feeling of my hands and feet being bound. Opening my eyes, the only thing I could clearly see in the darkness was a pair of eyes as bright as stars. My lips were pried open, and a soft, wet tongue probed, entwined, and bit...
Chen Ye struggled helplessly, utterly powerless, and could only let himself be suppressed.
The air was so thin from the kiss that Shen Ye even felt like he was suffocating. Xiao Jingran still didn't let go of him. Furious, she bit his lips.
The salty, metallic taste of blood spread in his mouth, and he finally released Shen Ye. The next second, Shen Ye, who was still desperately breathing in fresh air, felt a finger pierce him deeply, without any lubrication, just mercilessly intruding. He couldn't help but cry out in pain, trying to pull his body back but unable to, and could only clench his hands tightly.
"Why?"
Xiao Jingran didn't answer Shen Ye. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to tame him, assert his dominance, and train him from a wild cat into a docile house cat.
He seemed to know Shen Ye's body very well. After a while, Shen Ye's body suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. Before she could recover, she was completely filled by Xiao Jingran's burning heat.
He tore apart not only Shen Ye's body, but also his self-esteem. Pain and pleasure intertwined, gradually overwhelming his senses. Looking at Shen Ye's brows, which had just relaxed, his movements suddenly became violent, the impact so intense it almost made him faint.
He did this again and again until Shen Ye completely lost consciousness before letting him go.
Cold fingertips slid over Shen Ye's wounds, causing him to wince in pain. He felt an indescribable unease in his heart. Why did he feel heartache?
He shook his head, got up, and left.
"Starting tomorrow, add something addictive to his food," he coldly ordered, then walked away without looking back.
The doctor understood Xiao Jingran's meaning; he wanted to control Shen Ye, and the only thing that could make someone addicted was poison.
Shen Ye became increasingly drowsy, all thanks to the poison. The initial dosage was small, but it was enough to make him slowly become addicted.
He began to like the darkness, often drawing the curtains tightly to hide himself in endless darkness, gritting his teeth to suppress the feeling of ants gnawing at his heart.
He knew he was addicted to drugs. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Drugs depend entirely on one's willpower, and he couldn't let himself go further down this path.
He began to resist eating the food the doctor brought. When he refused to eat, the doctor asked the guards to help force-feed him. When that failed, they resorted to injections.
Is it cruel? Is it hateful to drag a vibrant life into the abyss of hell?
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