Sur ma peau

04

The surrounding guards raised the butts of their guns and tried to knock the count to the ground like ordinary prisoners.

"Be gentle, you can't afford to hurt the Earl." Minos stopped him, the undispelled smell of gunpowder was mixed with a hint of fishy sweetness, the fabric of the earl's dress could not bear more moisture, and the red trickle flowed along The hanging left hand condensed on the fingertips, and then dripped to the ground.An inexplicable anxiety crawled up his skin, making him want to crush something to relieve it.

"take away."

Circling down the stairs, the torches gradually replace the natural light, and the gap between light and dark is like entering hell from the world.The torture chamber is at the bottom of the Bastille, and the ditch under the floor is connected to the outer moat, which is convenient for drainage after washing away the blood.Although no one has used it for nearly 100 years, the guards on duty have been cleaning it all the time. The room is bitingly damp and cold, and the ancient instruments of torture are dark and gloomy.

"I have a lot of means, so I won't leave any scars on your body." Minos nodded, and immediately there were knowing guards wrapping thick cloth strips around the shackles on the torture rack to prevent your wrists from being abraded when struggling.

"You still have time to think about it before you start."

The red velvet dress worn by the count had more than 20 gold buttons, and Minos picked them apart one by one without haste. He was so close that the scent of blood-stained roses lingered in his nostrils.

Inspires a desire for bloodlust and destruction.

"Are you admitting to committing treason?" Minos asked, undoing the last gold clasp.

"Nonsense." Earl Plowin replied coldly.

The guards tore off the earl's coat and put him on the rack. Some blood vessel was probably injured. Half of the white silk shirt inside had been dyed red. The already slender beauty looked even more delicious in such a humiliating posture.Minos put on the fur cloak that his subordinates gave him, turned around and sat down behind the desk.

"Pouring."

A bucket of ice water rushed down the head, and the water-soaked silk shirt was pressed against the skin, and the undulating lines of the muscles could be clearly seen, graceful and yet powerful.This beautiful body can't resist and break free now, trembling involuntarily from the cold, the tortured beauty is pleasing to the eye.

"A guilty plea?"

"Don't even think about it!" The Earl's tone was strong, and he didn't give in. Those blue eyes were obviously exposed to ice water, but they were as angry as fire.

Prickly roses ask for trouble.

"continue."

The sound of water came and went, but it didn't disturb Minos' thoughts.Although he didn't see the original manuscript sent by the Earl of Artois, he can still guess that it is close to ten. He wrote the confession letter with ink. Equally blank.

After the ink had solidified a little, he said slowly, "Sign or continue?"

"Dream." The earl's lips were pale, and his voice was almost trembling, but he still refused to let go.

"Or would you like to tell me the names of the other participants."

A sneer was his answer.

Minos was not annoyed, he nodded with a smile, and the sound of impacting water continued.A beauty will only get pity if she asks for forgiveness. The more stubborn she is, the more cruel she will be.

The earl's body was tense like a bow, resisting the erosion of the cold, but as time went on, he gradually became exhausted, and his resistance became weak. In the end, he only relied on his fixed wrists to bear the weight, trembling to the point where he couldn't bear it. self.

very pitiful.

"Get out," Minos ordered.

The guards came out like a stream of water, leaving only him and his prisoners in the execution room.

Destroying a person's body and mind is a lot of fun, and even if it takes a little longer, it's worth the wait.

The wound on the earl's shoulder was no longer bleeding, and the crimson on the shirt was diluted to pink. Minos stepped forward, pinched his jaw, and lifted his face up.

The half-closed blue eyes lost their luster, the luster of the pearly skin faded, the blood on the lips also lost color, and the airflow in his breath was as cold as ice and snow.The count was a little unconscious, and instinctively followed the heat source, which was just what Minos wanted.

Rubbing the other's lower lip with his thumb, Minos leaned close to the Earl's ear and asked softly, "Who are you waiting for in the printing room? Who is the owner of the manuscript?" After a few seconds, he repeated it again.

"Only me." The air is like a silk, but it is unyielding.

As soon as the words fell, Minos' hands sank, and the count had completely lost consciousness.

Even in distress, she is still beautiful.A masterpiece of God, a work of art that should not have been born in this era.

"I didn't expect that a person of your status and beauty would have such a firm will." Minos said to himself with a low smile, unlocking the shackles, and took the fallen body into his arms .The open wound on the earl's left shoulder was pale and looked a bit serious, but he dodged in time and did not hurt the bones. The lead bullet and gunpowder did not stay in the wound, avoiding the risk of infection.

He stripped off his soaked clothes, took off his warm cloak to wrap his naked and cold body, and put him in the armchair.Minos carefully tucked the hem of his robe tightly before returning to the table, picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, swiped the nib twice on the edge of the bottle, switched to his left hand, and signed the earl's name on the signature place.

Abefica Sewell.

The font is slender, and the hook with pen is sharp and sharp, which is exactly the same as the earl's previous handwriting.