The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that the cold air in the early morning gradually dissipated.

Lor exhaled softly and woke up with difficulty.

I couldn't sleep last night. The bad environment was secondary. Too many complicated thoughts and surging fear weighed on my heart.

So much so that in the second half of the night, Lor couldn't help but ask Miss Yasha for help, asking her to hypnotize him to sleep so that he could enjoy a short good sleep.

Lor held on to the wall to stand up and tried to take a few steps. He felt a sharp pain in his ankle as he walked. It was extremely uncomfortable to walk barefoot on the hard stone slabs.

What was even worse was that there were only a few tattered strips of cloth left on his body, and the wind that rushed in from the end of the stone chamber brought a chilly feeling.

Lor walked slowly, step by step, towards the direction where Ilandani had appeared before. Along the way, he could see some broken and old utensils piled in the corner.

That is... a torture device.

Lor's eyes narrowed slightly. It was a chair made of molten steel, and not far away, there was a black wooden horse and a seesaw, which seemed to have some childishness in them.

If you ignore the tangled thorns and the dark, dried bloodstains on them.

This should be the dungeon under the Palace of Thorns.

Lor took a deep breath and continued to walk forward to explore the exit of the dungeon. After a while, a faint light appeared in front of him. Lor was stunned and quickened his pace.

An open stone door, but the door was covered with blood-red thorns, the thorn branches were intertwined with each other, blocking the entrance layer by layer.

A beam of sunlight shone through the gaps in the thorn branches, fragmented and illuminating Lor's pale face.

Fine dust particles floated in the fragmented sunlight. After passing through this barrier of thorns, we should be able to leave the dungeon.

Although the exit is blocked by thorns, with the help of Miss Yasha, you can hide in the shadows and pass through.

But even if he escaped from the dungeon, he was still in the Palace of Thorns, and he couldn't run far. In the end, he would be caught and tortured cruelly.

Be patient.

Lor warned himself in his heart.

Lor didn't want to go back to the depths of the gloomy dungeon, so he found a place with the most sunlight in front of the thorn barrier and sat on the ground.

The sunlight shining through the gaps in the thorns fell on his body, bringing a hint of warmth. Lor squinted his eyes slightly, wanting to bask in the sun.

The thorns in front of him suddenly retreated to the sides, revealing the exit. The thin beam of light magnified. Lor raised his head and saw a figure with his back to the light.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Ilandani naturally also saw Lor sitting in front of the door, and walked closer with a faint smile on her face. Lor subconsciously moved back a little, but realized it was useless to dodge.

So I just curled up.

"look up."

Ilandani ordered, but Lor seemed not to hear it and buried his head in his knees in resistance.

"I thought that after thinking about it all night last night, you would understand your situation. If that's the case, I won't be so gentle."

Ilandani said softly, and Lor's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, but he still didn't move.

The next second, his petite body was smashed against the stone wall beside him by a huge force like a piece of rag.

Snapped!

The dust on the stone wall was shaken off, and a crisp sound echoed. Lor couldn't help but scream out, the intense pain tore at his nerves, and a rusty bloody taste came out of his mouth, which he swallowed forcefully.

Otherwise, blood would probably flow out from the corners of his mouth.

Lor lay on the wall, the world in his eyes was still shaking, and even a huge tinnitus was echoing in his mind.

But there was no time to react, and her body was forcibly pulled up by Ilandani like a doll, and her delicate face was pressed hard against the wall.

"When you see me, call me master, understand?"

"..."

Lor's lips trembled slightly, and Ilandani narrowed her eyes and waited, but Lor opened her mouth and did not speak, but spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he closed his mouth again.

"Still quite tenacious..."

His hands pressed harder and harder, as if he was going to press Lor into the wall.

It hurts so much that I can seem to faintly hear the sound of bones cracking. The tremendous pain of my body being squeezed completely overwhelms Lor.

In a trance, his body felt light and when Lor woke up, he found that he was being carried on Ilandani's shoulders and walked into the dungeon.

Ilandani carried Lor to the iron chair, pressed him on it, then stepped over his slender body, lifted up his blood-red skirt, and sat directly on his thighs.

He grabbed Lor's slender white wrist and locked it behind the chair with a thorn branch.

Lor was tied to a chair, looking at the woman who was pressing on him, feeling the touch of her firm and round thighs, but there was not a trace of sexiness.

The pain in his body reminded him that the woman in front of him could tear him to pieces at any time.

"Please, let me go... What did I do wrong to deserve this?"

Lor begged helplessly, his fair face had turned red due to the brutality just now, and his eyes were filled with moist mist.

Ilandani looked down at him with a naked and lustful scrutiny. At this moment, Lor's body was covered with torn strips of cloth, and his skin, as white as warm jade, was exposed in front of her.

Precisely because her skin was too fair and tender, any marks would remain on it for a long time. Yesterday's whip marks were still left in all directions, carrying a strange beauty.

"What did you do wrong? You betrayed my kindness and woke up that woman without permission, almost ruining my plan!"

Ilandani said coldly.

"You just want me to die! You are obviously afraid and dare not go in and face the Archduke. I just want to survive..."

Before Lor could finish his words, Ilandani grabbed his neck. Lor almost lost the ability to speak in an instant and could only raise his eyes to look at her with difficulty.

Her eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and her voice was chilling and chilling.

"Look at me, Lor, look at me, I am the one who survives! I am the final winner!

I became the Duke of Thorns, and she turned into a pile of broken bones, and you said I was afraid of her? ! "

Lor could no longer breathe, and big tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. These were not tears of sadness, but physiological tears.

As if she had noticed the unusual fluctuations in her emotions, Ilandani took a deep breath and suddenly let go of Lor.

Lor's body softened and he fell forward, buried directly in a towering peak.

Born as the bearer of the Blood Thorn, she was born as noble as a god. Over the years, even though she had narrowly escaped death many times under the terrifying and high-pressure rule of that woman, Ilandani rarely had any fluctuations in her mood.

But this boy repeatedly aroused his emotions, and of course, his physical desires...

Ilandani pinched Lor's chin, looked at the boy's delicate face with traces of tears, and stared at his tender lips which had turned a little pale due to lack of water, and there was a trace of blood on them.

Under the boy's frightened and shocked gaze, Ilandani suddenly leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss.

The soft touch made her brain go blank for a moment, and then she lost control. She pressed one hand on the back of Lor's head, and plundered the softness and sweetness with force.

Why didn’t I realize before that his blood was so sweet?

After a long time, this suffocating deep kiss finally ended.

Lor was breathing heavily, and his originally pale lips turned red, shining brightly.

"Pooh."

This woman, after all, is just after my body, bah!

Ilandani was still immersed in the beauty of the deep kiss just now, but when she heard the voice, her eyes suddenly revealed an anger as strong as ink.

Fine, fine, fine, just a cheap toy...

"You brought it on yourself!"

Lor was still breathing slightly, but he saw Ilandani take out a small white glass bottle from her arms. As the bottle cap was opened, a rich fragrance wafted out.

Lor's heart was shocked. He was very familiar with this smell.

For so many days and nights, his aunt had force-fed him the aphrodisiac, and this was the taste!