“This…” Xiao Jingran sat down beside Shen Ye, displaying the silver baton he had used to toy with Shen Ye. “This is the baton I used when training new recruits. I loved it and treasured it…”
Looking at the baton in front of him, Shen Ye got goosebumps all over his body. The baton was about forty centimeters long, with the thinner end only as thin as a child's little finger and the thicker end as thick as an adult's thumb.
Seeing the fear and dread on Shen Ye's face, Xiao Jingran's smile grew even more wicked. The silver baton slowly slid down his face, across his chest and abdomen, finally stopping at a certain indescribable spot.
Shen Ye saw through his intention, her voice trembling with fear, "No...don't do that..."
Xiao Jingran was still smiling, the moonlight shining on his face, making him look like a demon from hell. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Besides, I've already had it washed clean and disinfected."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jingran lifted Shen Ye's legs, and the *censored keyword* on his feet slid slowly down the pipes along the edge of the bed with his movement. At this moment, Shen Ye realized that the pipes on both sides of the bed served this purpose; he had been wondering why there were pipes on both sides of the bed before.
As Shen Ye pondered this, he felt the cold metal slowly seep into his body. The chill felt like a snake crawling into his flesh, relentlessly burrowing deeper. Shen Ye trembled with fear, his body tense and afraid to struggle.
"No...please...take it out..."
This feeling is terrifying; Shen Ye is almost in tears. Why did it have to be like this...?
"Is it comfortable?" Xiao Jingran's seductive voice rang out. "I wonder which one makes you feel more comfortable, this or mine."
"Stop what you're doing, let's talk this out..." Shen Ye closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to forget the cold and terrifying feeling, then said, "Even if we have a deep-seated hatred between us, you don't need to... hiss... torture me like this..."
"Hmm, it doesn't seem deep enough." Xiao Jingran completely ignored Shen Ye and continued to push the stick inward. "This thing is a bit thin, but its length is quite good. The reason I used it to serve you is because I value its length!"
"Hiss..." A hissing sound came from his throat, the coldness growing deeper and deeper, all his concentration shifted to the baton, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, and he remained silent.
"What are you holding back?" He stopped pushing it in and slowly turned the baton. Seeing that Shen Ye didn't say anything, he moved it faster and faster, but his eyes didn't forget to observe the expression on Shen Ye's face. "Scream, it's so hard to hold back."
My forehead was covered in fine sweat, and my fingernails were about to pierce my palms and dig into my flesh. I closed my eyes and tried to distract myself from the cold thing.
"Jinxiu... I long to hear you call my name. Your voice must sound so beautiful right now..."
The light, airy voice carried a malicious undertone, and his hands became even more frantic. Shen Ye felt that if things didn't go his way, that place would definitely be ripped apart.
He forced out a single word from his throat, "It hurts..."
Does it hurt?
"It really, really hurts." Her voice trembled.
He laughed, "Tsk tsk, how could something so thin hurt? Jinxiu, it's wrong to lie."
"......"
Shen Ye fell silent, unsure what to say. This stick, though thin, was hard...
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