Prison Building I

Facing the ticket number, he found a seat and sat down. Jiang Lou hugged his black leather bag, and suddenly felt great anxiety in his heart.

I can't tell the truth, it seems that as long as I am still on land, I can't escape that person's palm.

掏出手机看了眼时间，5月31日下午3时20分，飞机还有10分钟起飞。

"Hi passenger, are you Mr. Jiang Lou?"

A sweet voice came from his ears, and Jiang Lou's heart sank, he quickly covered his face and said in a low voice, "No, you've got the wrong person."

quilt!hair!now!up?

Jiang Lou was so flustered that he almost jumped out, he covered his chest with one hand and couldn't stop panting, tremblingly put down his hand covering his face and fumbled for the medicine bottle in his leather bag.

He has severe asthma.

The one-time intercourse half a year ago, maybe it can be said that it was the time when I was fucked, because I didn't put the handcuffs on in advance according to the person's preference, and after being grabbed by the hair again and again, I broke my arm and threw it into the basement Closed for three days.

Persistent high fever, coma.Occasionally, he was fucked by him when he was awake, and he couldn't lift his broken arm at all. After the abuse/humiliation, he asked the doctor to come over and infuse nutrient solution.

You can't survive, you can't die.

"Forehead……"

The gentle stewardess was slightly confused, and smiled randomly: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

After speaking, he hurried to the lounge.

Trembling, Jiang Lou stuffed the medicine into his mouth and swallowed it whole, got up and rushed to the bathroom, and quickly locked the door behind him.

Putting the black leather bag aside, he took out his mobile phone and took a look: at 3:25, the plane took off in 5 minutes.

Don't think about anything, don't listen to anything, and no matter what happens, don't go out!

Turning on the faucet and running some cold water to wash his face, Jiang Lou shook his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

It's been a long time since I dared to look in the mirror, and the reflected figure looks like him, but not like him.

The pale complexion that has not seen the sun all year round is slightly transparent, but the eyes are deep and dark, the red lips are slightly swollen, and there are blue and purple strangle marks intertwined on the neck that cannot be hidden.

That was the result of last night when I asked to take off the collar, but was dragged and rubbed by the silversmith who was instructed by him to deliberately make things difficult.

Jiang Lou raised his bangs, and there was a row of small English letters [ling's] above his left eyebrow.

Frowning, Jiang Lou stared at himself in the mirror in disgust.

I shouldn't be like this.

"Passengers, please note that takeoff of A1107 is suspended, and takeoff of A1107 is suspended. Passengers, please take your luggage and get out of the cabin in an orderly manner. The flight attendant will lead you to transfer to A1108. Passengers, please pay attention, passengers, please pay attention..."

Jiang Lou leaned on the wall and knelt on the ground, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood dripped on the floor, thick and ambiguous.

Sure enough, he still couldn't escape.

Then, just die.

伸手勾过黑色皮包，从里面掏出手机，2017年5月31日3时30分整。

It's Jiang Lou's 20th birthday, and maybe also a memorial day.

The small bathroom was a bit stuffy, and the medicine began to melt when it entered the throat.

Jiang Lou lowered his eyes and exhaled softly, and found a photo from the innermost layer of the leather bag. The photo was a little yellowed, and it could be seen that it was a long time ago.

The thin young man smiled proudly at the camera, bright sunshine, white school uniform, and a pure smile.

Everything is like 17-year-old Jiang Lou, beautiful and enviable.

Jiang Lou was suddenly a little angry, and the pain that had been suppressed for a long time came over again, and finally turned into deep hatred.

You threatened me, trapped me, abused me.

But I'm already like this, and I don't dare to wear shorts during the dog days. When I see my naked skin, I think of those pains and humiliations.

I am no longer like a human being, nor a ghost like a ghost.

Jiang Lou rubbed his heart, one year completely shattered everything he owned, and in those days to come, would he continue to torture him?

Big teardrops slid down his face, mixed with sweat, and flowed to Jianglou's red lips.

Stretch out the tip of your tongue and lick it lightly. Wouldn't it be a shame to just die like this?

Not knowing where the strength came from, Jiang Lou suddenly stood up and rushed out of the bathroom, he was slightly taken aback by what he saw.

There were no less than twenty bodyguards standing densely in the cabin. When they saw him, they immediately surrounded him and looked at each other, but they didn't dare to touch him.

Jiang Lou looked at the stewardess who was obediently following behind, and sneered with the corners of his mouth, he probably wouldn't die if he didn't come out of the toilet.

"It's really seedy."

A handsome man walked in through the hatch clapping his hands, and the bodyguards immediately parted to make way for him.

"Jiang grew up and knew he was running away."

Ruan Chen walked up to Jianglou, looked at his tearful eyes provocatively, and suddenly reached out to grab his chin: "The master said, you are finished."

Jiang Lou turned his head in disgust, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You are stubborn," Ruan Chen let go of his hand and smiled sweetly:

"Master is waiting for you at home, let's go, Jiang?"

The tail rises slightly, with an indescribable charm.

The closest bodyguard swallowed unconsciously, and raised his eyes slightly. He is really a seductive man. I don't know why the master doesn't like him.

Looking at the Jianglou on the other side, I couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, it was too thin, too white, and too weak.

Is it so comfortable to work on the bed?

Nature is comfortable, not only physical pleasure, but also psychological satisfaction.

Ling Luo looked coldly at Jiang Lou who was kneeling in front of him, his pale face was slapped several times by him because of the violent struggle just now, and a strange and mysterious red appeared.

Like a budding orchid in the middle of the night, something so beautiful always makes people want to destroy it.

Ling Luo stared at his snow-white and beautiful body, her belly was burning hot, and the only thought left in her heart was: I want to fuck him!Fuck it!

A body that won't get tired no matter how many times it's been fucked, must have been born to be tortured.

Ling Luo grabbed Jiang Lou by the hair and lifted him between his legs: "Let's start, Jiang."

Jiang Lou stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and suddenly glared at Ling Luo viciously: "One year has come, you..."

Papa..." Jiang Lou's head was turned to one side, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, twisting into a mocking and ridiculous shape.

Ling Luo gently rubbed her hands,

"I said, let's start, Jiang."

Jiang Lou licked his lips, the smell of blood made him a little crazy.

He knelt on the ground and leaned back, his long bangs covered his confused eyes, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Don't you just want to fuck me, come on, you pervert, disgusting..."

Before Jiang Lou finished speaking, he was kicked in the chest and flew out.

Ling Luo followed closely with another kick, Jianglou was kicked and rolled over on the ground a few times, coughing unceasingly, the blood stretched down the chin in a straight line, dripping on the delicate collarbone, becoming more and more obvious It's breathtaking.

Ling Luo squatted down and lifted his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes, and said in a cold voice without any emotion, "Repeat what you said just now."

Jiang Lou was suddenly a little scared.

He curled up and tried to escape, but his waist was tightly held, unable to move at all.

This man trapped himself in this villa for a whole year, except for fucking him on weekdays, he still fucked him.

When he was sick, he put on a shameful posture while getting an infusion, and let him bully him. When he was taking a bath, he would be pushed down in the bathtub and ravaged and ravaged severely.

Sometimes Jiang Lou really wishes he was a woman, at least there are still a few days every month when he doesn't have to sleep with him.

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I am Lu Yao.

This article was originally updated on the post bar, and later it was posted on the website for the convenience of reading. It may not match Jinjiang’s style of writing. If there is a harmonious place, you can leave a message and tell me. I probably just uploaded the article~