"Do you want a syringe?" Qin Feng lifted the black-haired young man lying at his feet and looked down at him. "Or do you want to walk out of this door?"
"Go...walk out this door..."
Nate's face turned pale, and he roared, "I want to walk out of this door!"
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses, "Very good."
His voice was low, and there was a hint of expectation in his tone of voice as he spoke to the child who performed well, "Then we'll talk after you walk out of this door."
"Okay," Nate said, his teeth chattering and his face covered in blood, "I will definitely get out."
Qin Feng threw the man back to the ground, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said, "I'll wait and see."
Chen used his hands and feet again. He hunched his back and just as he got up, he fell back and hit his nose hard.
"Second Master, I lied that time."
Qin Feng looked down.
"Actually, your technique..." Chen gave a thumbs up again, grinning, revealing a row of bloodshot teeth, "very good."
Qin Feng frowned and turned away.
Chen was not sent to a drug rehabilitation center, but was locked in a room. Qin Feng gave him one chance, either he would be beaten to death or he would live.
His hands and feet were not restricted, so Qin Feng ordered his men to leave the syringe on the table.
It was a glaring, overly cruel temptation.
What is tested is the will and control that a person can never achieve.
This is Qin Feng’s malicious intention.
Before Chen's sudden death, he was a big fool. His concept of drug taking was just like what is shown in the movies: when he wanted to take drugs, he couldn't, and he collapsed on the ground, worse than a dog. After taking drugs, he boasted and laughed like an idiot, thinking he was a hero again.
This time when it happened to him, he realized that what is in the movie is art.
Chen managed to hold on for another half an hour. His whole body was wet, and there was blood and sweat on the hair on his forehead, which was stuck together and tangled in a disgusting way.
He thought to himself that fortunately he only needed to detoxify his body and not his mind.
"444, can you numb my senses?"
"Ding, can't."
"No?" Chen was mad again, "Why not? You are useless!"
He took a deep breath. "Will that help with the pain?"
444 was silent.
"Hold!"
Chen cursed in despair again. He didn't know what time it was. His addiction came back again. His eyes stared at the syringe greedily and madly.
The next moment he pounced over and thrust the syringe into his arm.
At the moment the stinging pain came, Chen struggled in pain again, his eyes bulged out, and his entire face was distorted.
"Can't...can't get it in..."
Nate's hands were shaking and trembling, and he kept repeating those words. He grabbed the syringe and blood splattered.
"It's okay to prick it a little."
The physical desire was corroding his consciousness. Chen held the syringe as if it were his life and was about to pierce his arm again.
When the needle touched his skin, he suddenly slapped himself hard, his mouth cracked, "Are you fucking idiot? I told you not to inject, why did you do it?!"
Chen held the syringe in the air again. His knuckles turned white and his teeth chattered. He broke the syringe as if he was going to die.
That muffled sound was the beginning of Chen's excruciating pain.
He quickly took off his shirt and pants, tied his hands and feet together, tied a knot, and bit it tightly with his teeth.
"It's okay... You'll be fine... Once you get through it, nothing will happen..."
Chen was paralyzing himself again, and the effect went from mild to completely gone. He began to struggle, his hands and feet rubbing against his clothes, and blood seeped out.
The physical pain is nothing compared to the torture on the nerves.
"ah......"
Chen screamed again, banged his head against the floor, bit the knot in his hand madly with his teeth, and his tongue was bleeding.
"444, I can't do it anymore..."
He felt nauseous, dizzy, and nauseous, then vomited, and all the vomit mixed with saliva fell on his chest.
, all kinds of messy smells mixed together, disgusting and unpleasant.
"I can't do it anymore...I really can't do it anymore..."
Chen's whole body was twitching convulsively, his eyes staring at the ceiling, like a fish lying on the shore, exposed to the sun and almost dried up.
He smiled bitterly, "Man, you've got me in trouble."
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Qin Feng was killing fish by the sink. There were several white transparent boxes on the ground, with at least hundreds of fish in them.
He rolled up his sleeves, held the lively fish with one hand, and with the other hand held a knife, patted the fish's head, scraped off the scales, cut open the belly, and picked out the internal organs. This set of movements was extremely smooth and pleasing to the eye.
Qin Feng took the fish under the faucet, rinsed off the blood stains on it, and put it away.
Outside, the servants watched with their eyes and noses, and their noses watched with their hearts. It was over. From now on, they would have to eat fish for three meals a day. The last time the master made such a big move was many years ago.
Not long after that, my husband brought back someone he liked very much.
My husband is here again this time, most likely he is in a good mood because there will be a new addition to the family.
They didn't care about anything else. The newcomer was not even a little bit inferior to Xiao Qiao in appearance. One was like a cloud in the sky, and the other was like a bug in the mud. There was no comparison at all.
Moreover, once he settles down and follows the master, Xiao Qiao will become an old friend. Poor thing, I don’t know if that frail little body that would sway several times in the wind can withstand it.
"my mother!"
Cursing came from upstairs, "Qin Feng, you old pervert, you don't treat me as a human being, right? I will behave like a human being in front of you------"
The servants were terrified.
Xiao Qiao, who is favored by the master, usually speaks softly, is very cultured in her words and deeds, and knows how to read people's expressions. But the newcomer is so bold that his brain is either filled with water or he has directly soaked in the Yangtze River.
They secretly glanced at the kitchen, and the person inside was still killing fish slowly and leisurely, unaffected by anything.
It seemed as if those curses had the same effect as Xiao Qiao's piano music.
At noon, Qin Feng had finally killed all the fish. He glanced at the dead fish whose bellies were open and hard, as if he was looking at a work of art that satisfied him.
The servants in the mansion were miserable. Their lunch consisted of braised fish, steamed fish, fish soup, and fish head tofu, all with fish as the main ingredient.
Qin Feng doesn't eat fish, he just eats boiled cabbage and a bowl of rice.
This went on for several days.
There was no sound upstairs long ago, and the room was a mess, filled with all kinds of smells, emanating from puddles of unknown liquid on the floor.
Nate was no longer a man. He cursed the original owner, Qin Feng, and everyone in the school he disliked. He used all kinds of nasty words.
"It hurts so much... I'm dying of pain..."
There were so many bugs biting his body that Chen opened his mouth in pain and gasped for breath. He wanted to tear open the skin and flesh, reach in and dig, break the bones, dig out the bugs from inside, crush them, and then grind them into juice bit by bit.
"Woo...."
Chen burst into tears again, and blood dripped down from his head, dragging on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to howl, and could only gasp for breath.
"Ding, Mr. Chen, there is a product that has just been developed. No one has used it yet. The drug effect is extremely fierce. It can cover your drug addiction. Do you accept to be the first user and give us a 1,000-word trial report after using it?"
Chen didn't care what the product was, nor did he bother to hear about its effects. He panted intermittently, "I accept..."
It seemed like a minute, but also like twenty or thirty seconds. Chen felt a crazy desire coming like a tidal wave, drowning his broken body and instantly replacing the throbbing pain in his nerve center.
Chen understood what it was again.
all.
But, damn, can't he choose the person he is assigned to? Why is it that old man?
In front of the monitor, two muscular men were eating fish in pain.
I eat it every day, every meal, and I get a sore throat. Not only do I get blisters on my mouth, but I also spend longer time in the toilet.
He glanced at the screen with a dark face, his eyes widened, and called his companions, "Hey,
Fatty, something is wrong, look quickly."
The fat man spat out the fish bone and asked, "Zhang Zi, what's wrong?"
He followed Zhang Zi's gaze and was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he dropped the chopsticks in his hand.
"What...what is he doing?"
"Are you there?" Zhang Zi swallowed, "No, I haven't tried it, and it's not that good."
"Look at how happy he is, as if he is being fucked by a group of people."
The young man on the screen was lying on the ground, covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. He was only wearing a pair of underwear.
So the scene was very clear. Without anyone touching him, the young man's originally pale face turned red. He was no longer in pain, but made strange noises.
Soon, in just one or two seconds, the young man held up a thin bamboo pole. His legs were bent at both sides, his neck tilted back, his lips with blood clots slightly open, and his prominent Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if he was being tortured to death.
This is not surprising, it is a natural phenomenon under such circumstances.
but......
The other person's screams were so realistic, the panting and the body's reactions, there was no doubt that he was experiencing the ups and downs of the tide.
Zhang Zi and Fatty were so engrossed in watching that they forgot to blink.
They are both men and have everything they should have. There is no difference. Their sexual orientation has always been normal, but when they saw this scene, they actually breathed quickly and opened their mouths.
Still hard.
"What the hell is going on?"
The fat man's face turned pale, and his muscles were shaking. He pointed at the screen as if he had seen a ghost, "Zhang, Zhang, Zhangzi, is he possessed by evil spirits?"
Zhang Zi still had a piece of fish in his mouth, and he forgot to pick out the bones, which got stuck in his throat. He scratched his throat and shouted, "Don't look... Hurry... Hurry and report to the master..."
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