Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

Turning around to look at him, she didn't move. Liu Fengyue, with her long legs crossed, looked extremely serious:

"Shen An, don't force me to use force. This is Iast. It's easy for me to kill you. Not even Liu Zhuoze can cause trouble for me."

"Don't make me say it a third time, come here."

At this time, she had already walked around the table, so she could walk straight over and stood not far from Liu Fengyue.

Even if she was insulted, she still had to find a way to give herself some dignity. Liu Fengyue had no intention of paying attention to her little thoughts.

"Sit up."

After he patted his thigh, Shen An lowered his eyes and sat down. , his long arms immediately wrapped around her waist like a poisonous snake.

The oppression made her a little breathless.

In my ears, Liu Fengyue's voice sounded faintly:

"Very good An'an, that's what you should do. Don't test my bottom line again and again. I'm not willing to kill you, but I can do it by twisting your hands and feet."

The body in his arms became stiffer and stiffer, and with a low chuckle, he pushed the plate in front of him away and relaxed his arm a little.

"Now, don't get up, turn around and lie down on the table."

Gritting her teeth, she continued to do as she was told, placing her arms on the table and leaning on her upper body, but her legs were tightly together.

So the hand that fell on her waist slid down, pinched her thigh and pulled. She didn't want to, but she couldn't withstand his strong movements, and her skin was rubbed until it turned red.

Under the tension, every bit of pain was particularly obvious, making her tremble and bite her lower lip tightly. When her fingers were twisted together, his palms grabbed her throat from behind.

The pale face was forced to lift up to look at him.

"Does this look like you feel aggrieved? When you sold me to Liu Lan, she humiliated and tortured me far more than what you have suffered today.

I have suffered for so many years, of course you have to taste it, right? "

As he said that, he opened her legs little by little with his fingers. Shen An only had a bathrobe on her body, so he had no scruples.

"twelve!"

In desperation, Shen An tried to play the sympathy card.

It's a pity that Liu Fengyue turned against him even more than she did. His face showed no signs of change, but he still paused and gave her a chance to speak.

It originally hurt when he pinched her, but she no longer deliberately held back the tears that had been wanting to burst out, and her eyes instantly filled with water.

In Liu Fengyue's eyes, it was okay to be fake, but he still let his cry-sounding words finish:

"Twelve, you have changed...you have become a little unfamiliar to me."

Seeing that she had nothing else to say, she continued her movements. Panic flashed through Shen An's eyes, which he caught keenly and curled his lips disdainfully:

"Really? That might be because the Twelve you knew was killed by you yourself.

After all, the corpses are still piled in the basement. Do you want to go and see them again? "

The fear in the darkness in her memories left her completely speechless. She gritted her teeth and tried not to make a sound.

But Liu Fengyue is very good at making preparations.

He pressed Shen An's entire upper body on the table, pushed up the hem of his nightgown, and pressed his chest against her back. At the last moment, he was still not in a hurry, picking up her hair and laughing:

"An An, you are shaking."

As he spoke, his hands kept moving, and Shen An didn't dare to open his mouth at all. The tail of his tear-filled eyes trembled, and he buried his face in shame.

But he came forward and asked:

"Otherwise, I'll give you a choice now, should you continue to the back or go up?"

Seeing her expression of being unable to answer at all, she was so considerate that some of her movements stopped. He squeezed her waist and concentrated on waiting for her to reply.

After calming down a little, Shen An's first sentence was:

"twelve……"

Behind him, his face became a little colder, and he continued to move like punishment, with a cold tone:

"It's no use calling me twenty-two. I'll let you answer my question."

Even though he said that, after hearing a suppressed groan from her, his movements still paused and became a little gentler.

This soft-heartedness was the last straw that Shen An thought she could grasp. Holding his wrist, she begged in a mute voice:

"I'm sorry...Twelve, don't be like this, calm down and let me go."

He pinched her wrist and pressed it back to the table. His lips touched her neck. Liu Fengyue just sneered:

"I'm not that easy to coax, Shen An. Don't forget, you are no longer the master. Your orders are useless. This is all your own choice."

"Since you don't answer, I will continue."

His words made Shen An's expression change instantly, and he shouted out almost without hesitation: "From above, I choose..."

The words came to an abrupt end after being replaced by another voice. The warm palm completely covered her hand, and her fingers were entangled and propped on the table. His expression was cold.

"It's too late, I want it all now."

……

Using her last bit of strength, Shen An gathered up her bathrobe, but she no longer had the energy to get up from the carpet. She just lay there on the ground, her legs trembling.

It seemed that he had been longing for it for a long time, and he wanted it very fiercely, because the ends of his hair that were accidentally wet in the shower were almost dry.

Lying on the ground, the sound of the cart moving on the ground was particularly obvious, followed by his footsteps. Shen An closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Soon, there was the sound of pushing the door open.

Seeing that Shen An was still not up, sarcasm naturally came out of Liu Fengyue's mouth.

"You haven't gotten up yet. Why, you can't even get into bed?"

After saying that, he walked to her side and put his arms around her. After lifting her up, he walked a few steps and threw her on the bed. His movements were quite gentle, and then he turned around to pull the dining cart.

Tightening her clothes, when Shen An reluctantly sat up on the bedside, Liu Fengyue had already walked over and sat beside the bed.

Subconsciously, she stepped back.

Seeing that she wanted to keep a distance from him, he frowned again, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her over forcefully, looking at her eyes full of displeasure:

"What are you hiding from? Don't you think it's too late?"

Shen An didn't want to talk at all, his throat was so uncomfortable, and he still wanted to retching, and he didn't want to talk to him.

After turning away, Liu Fengyue pinched her chin again, forcing her to face him directly.

The cold fingertips rubbed across the red corner of the mouth. His eyes looked a little more distressed, and his pinch on her was a little lighter.

"Does it hurt you?"

She didn't reply, and he wasn't angry either. After taking a glass of water, the warm wall of the cup was pressed against Shen An's lips. Liu Fengyue's tone softened a bit and she coaxed softly:

"Rinse first and then moisturize your throat."

A little unexpectedly, Shen An obediently took a sip, and the next second, the saliva appeared on Liu Fengyue's face.

After the wet wipes were wiped off, only frost was left on the face. He looked at Shen An with eyes that wanted to tear her apart, but he restrained his movements.

He pinched her chin and pulled her closer without causing much pain. The delicate lips were in front of his eyes, and the tips of their noses were almost touching.

Shen An's little struggle was of no use. He curled his lips and sneered. Liu Fengyue sneered:

"That's right. You've rinsed your mouth a long time ago. After all, I made you vomit just now. You're very good."