Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

Shen An's silence was regarded as acquiescence by Liu Fengyue.

He grabbed her collar and pushed her in front of the mirror. While forcing her to kneel down, he also knelt down behind her.

Because of the tight fabric, the shape of the buttocks and muscles are unreservedly displayed.

This is the one that Shen An usually views the most, and it is also the most favorite pose, because kneeling can well show off the perfect figure of male Bodhisattvas with wide shoulders, narrow waist and raised hips.

But today, she didn't want to appreciate it at all. She lowered her head and faced the carpet with her pale face, and tugged at her bathrobe in panic with her fingers.

She didn't want to see herself in such a mess in the mirror.

But his wrists were tightened and pulled apart little by little.

He crossed his arms behind his back and was held tightly by one of Liu Fengyue's hands. He pressed his legs against her legs. After they were separated, his palms slowly grabbed Shen An's throat.

Then he forced her to look up little by little.

Warm breath sprayed behind her ears, and his breathing was a little chaotic:

"What are you hiding from? Don't you like to look at men in the mirror? Then appreciate yourself like this today until you have seen enough."

"No, don't do that."

During the struggle, the fingers that were firmly clasped on her chin rubbed red marks on her cheeks, but her resistance was in vain.

When Shen An began to lose strength and her skin turned red due to her struggle, Liu Fengyue moved closer to her neck and kissed her carefully.

Every time she trembled after contact, it was reflected in the mirror, and the forced confusion was right in front of her.

The loose bathrobe couldn't cover the scenery that was about to come out.

Liu Fengyue's breath ignited all the flames, one hand pulled her arm to suppress it, and the palm of her neck moved down.

"You're doing this again..."

After noticing the strangeness in her body, Liu Fengyue lowered her eyes and smiled extraordinarily softly. Her face stained with lust looked even more beautiful in the mirror, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were emotional.

In stark contrast to Shen An's pale and desperate forbearance.

Holding back tears, she gritted her teeth and begged for mercy. Liu Fengyue just smiled and shook his head, with no intention of letting her go.

The iron-like fingers clasped her wrist tightly, pulling Shen An's hand to play with it, and the fingertips outlined every part of her slender fingers.

A chilling voice surrounded her:

"It's very beautiful, Shen An. I like your fingers. When you created me, it slowly crossed my neural network, and it made us perfect."

As she spoke, Liu Fengyue controlled her hand, letting Shen An interlock his fingers, playing with them carefully, pressing them in front of her and entangled them endlessly.

Until her knuckles were reddened and dyed that charming color.

"so."

The dangerous sound was like an ant insect, biting into her earlobe and burrowing in.

"Do you regret it now? Regret that you made me."

The smile didn't fade away, it was just coated with a layer of frost.

Those beautiful sapphire eyes suddenly stared at her through the mirror. Shen An said nothing, biting her lower lip tightly, her expression unchanged for a moment.

But under Liu Fengyue's continued pressure, she soon had to look away, avoiding his gaze and not daring to nod.

But my heart was filled with regret.

Shen An no longer dared to show regret or provoke him. She had learned a lesson after experiencing those tortures, and she really didn't want to relive them again.

With a chuckle, her appearance made Liu Fengyue nod with satisfaction. He held her hand and stroked her cheek, then down to her earlobe, neck...

The seductive laughter seeped into her nerves little by little:

"As long as you don't regret it~"

"Shen An, do it yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't know how. I'll teach you how to DIY."

……

In the manor, Shen An's daily life became: except for eating, Liu Fengyue would catch him playing games with him at other times.

He meant seven days and seven nights.

However, by the afternoon of the second day, Shen An was completely unable to get up.

The body is as soft as a pile of plasticine. No matter how Liu Fengyue plays with it, it will easily become the shape he wants.

There were intermittent sobs in his throat. Under the sunset, he was still full of energy. In the mirror, she was so tired by the bedside that she couldn't even control her expression. Tears rolled down her forehead under the influence of gravity.

At this time, there was only one thought left in Shen An's mind: it is better to live without seeing someone than to die.

The pale face was illuminated by the setting sun.

This look finally made Liu Fengyue lose interest. After a hasty ending, he took her to take a shower and put Shen An, who was almost hopeless, into the quilt.

The kind of meekness he can do now is not as interesting as Shen An, who was able to resist a few times yesterday with all his teeth and claws.

Thinking about it, Liu Fengyue lay beside the bed, raised her hand and pinched her cheek.

The dilated pupils refocused on his face, and he squeezed out a sentence in a hoarse voice:

"asshole……"

The hand with clear joints immediately reached under the quilt:

"What did you call me? It seems you forgot the rules I just taught you last night. It doesn't matter. I don't mind letting you reminisce."

The threat was very obvious. When his waist was touched, his spine began to ache. Holding back the physiological tears, Shen An begged for mercy in a panic:

"No, don't touch me."

She was really going to die, she wasn't joking, but Liu Fengyue didn't look like he was joking with her, and her voice was cold:

"This is not how I teach you how to refuse. Think about it again, what should you say? For example, how should you call me."

Gritting her teeth, she held his wrist tremblingly and spoke in a dumb voice:

"No, no more."

The hand holding her waist tightened again. With tears in his eyes, Shen An could only add one more sentence:

"Baby...I don't want it anymore."

Hearing that word, Liu Fengyue finally raised the corners of her lips with satisfaction, stopped her hand, leaned over and left a kiss on the corner of her lips:

"Okay, then no. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make you dinner."

Even Shen An admires this speed of changing his face. He is better than his master, so it is perfect for Liu Fengyue.

Her intelligence, force, even financial resources and connections were all crushed now, if she had to be imprisoned by such things for the rest of her life.

It's really better to just die.

Breathing lightly, she realized that Liu Fengyue was still waiting for her to tell her what she wanted to eat. When she turned her eyes and saw that face, Shen An felt that she really had no appetite and closed her eyes again:

"up to you."

The hands pinched her waist again. Feeling his movement, Shen An took a breath. The last bit of strength she had was probably used by her to gnash her teeth.

"I mean, I like whatever baby does."

With a sneer, Liu Fengyue stood up.

Satisfied, I saved the audio of the conversation I just recorded and put it together with the video I recorded while playing with her.

He recorded everything in this way, and they will be evidence.

He would never give Shen An another chance to lose his memory.