Force unlock

Ivano followed the blond man out of the room.He was handcuffed, eyes lowered submissively, and behaved well.

The corridors are well-lit, clean and bright, like a hospital laboratory.There are locked rooms on either side.A medical droid passes by, administering a tranquilizer to a hysterically screaming prisoner in a room behind them.Ivano noticed that the shouting voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

If there is a prisoner behind every closed door, there are more than a dozen people in this basement alone.

Ivano walked beside that person, his eyes quickly swept around.

No camera.There are no combat robots.The end of the corridor is ten meters away, and the authentication method of the elevator is fingerprint.If you knock this guy out here, he can leave.

He glanced at the handcuffs, which were heavier than ordinary handcuffs, and should have built-in punishment devices.

The man kept his hands in his pockets.If he was the other party, he would definitely hold the switch of the punishment device tightly in his hand at this time.

He withdrew his gaze and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

They went to the elevator.The blond man said, "Second floor."

Ivano glanced at the control panel. In addition to the basement, there are three floors above ground.

As the elevator ascended, he felt dizzy.A two-day hunger strike is really not covered.But the pain in the muscles has stopped, and there is no further atrophy.Sure enough, it was a food problem.

They reached the target layer.The blond man said, "Here we are." He turned his head to look at Ivano, his eyes trembled violently, and there was a strange light shining.

"I'm going to show you something good, you'll like it." The corners of his mouth would always rise when he said the last word of every sentence, showing an unnatural smile.He patted Ivano on the back, and quickly walked out of the elevator, eager to show off his proud work.

Both of his hands were out of his pockets.The light in Ivano's eyes flickered, and he followed slowly.

"I spent a lot of effort here, my..." He turned his head, and suddenly he was hit hard on the temple, and his whole body was thrown to the ground heavily.Ivano rode on him and smashed his head with handcuffs, smashing a beautiful forehead to the point of blood.

On the fifth hit, he suddenly felt an irresistible pulling force, and with a "snap!", he sucked his handcuffs firmly to the ground next to the man's head—the punishment device was activated!Ivano pulled desperately, but there was a ton of suction between the handcuffs and the ground, and he couldn't resist at all.

He was forced to maintain the posture of riding on the man, with regret on his face and bulging masseter muscles.The strength of the arm is not strong enough, otherwise the first blow should knock the person unconscious!

The man who had been attacked was still lying on the ground, his pale golden braids were untied, the flesh on his forehead was smashed up, and blood flowed in a mess.He touched the wound with trembling hands, stared at the blood on his hands in horror, and panted with his mouth slightly open.

"It hurts so much." He turned his head sideways, staring at the immobile violent man with a terrifying expression, "You hurt me so much!"

Ivano looked at the lunatic with a cold face.Without warning, the man jumped up, grabbed Ivano by the hair, and slammed his head on the ground like crazy.

"Don't look at me like that!" he yelled viciously. "Don't look at me like that with his face! You're not him!" Punching and kicking, screaming fragmented language.Ivano lowered his head and endured his endless rage, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

At this moment, a cry came from the loudspeaker in the zenith, interrupting the beating.

"No!" The man in the loudspeaker yelled heartbreakingly, "Please let me go! Give me another chance! Sean, give me another chance!"

The owner of that voice broke down crying, apologizing endlessly, begging for one last chance.From that voice there was a sense of unaffected fear, echoing down the corridor.The lunatic stopped when he heard the miserable pleading, his expression changed from furious to happy smile in an instant.

"It's started." He said, let go of Ivano decisively, and ran to a floor-to-ceiling glass.Ivano spat blood on the ground and coughed in pain.He looked up in the direction he was looking.

Behind the curved glass is a cylindrical room that runs through the first and second floors to form a huge torture chamber.In the center of the torture room, facing them, a man with a bare lower body was being hung by a mechanical arm, forcing him to put his thighs wide open and press his lower body onto a sharp wooden stake.The sound came from him.

The pleading quickly turned into screams as his lower body was pressed against the pickets.The man was bound by his limbs, struggling desperately.Under the restraint of the mechanical arm, the struggle of the flesh is humble and useless, like the twitching of the legs of a herbivore whose throat is bitten and refuses to give up.

He saw someone behind the glass, stretched out his hand there, and kept shouting for help, help me.

The pointed wooden stake was more than two meters high, and the bottom was as thick as a tree.Some of the pickets have already pierced the man's back hole.Like puncturing a water balloon, blood gushes out from the torn lower body and flows down the ancient characters carved on the wooden stake.The engravings of those words have been deeply soaked by countless blood, and with the arrival of fresh blood, it presents a solemn rust color from top to bottom.Coupled with the man's desperate scream, it was like some kind of ancient and cruel sacrificial ceremony.

They were at just the right height to look at the man's distorted face.The mechanical arm is pressing him down, and it seems that he will not stop letting the stake penetrate his whole body.The man endured unbearable pain and finally realized that he was destined to die in this torture.He began to curse viciously at a man named Shane.And his voice was specially amplified by the loudspeaker, despair and fear clearly filled the whole space, showing the designer's bad taste.

The lunatic—by the way, he was Shane—watched the execution with fascination, his expression bright, as if this behavior was full of positive meaning for him.

After a while, the screams and curses faded away.

Shan En turned his head back, and said to Ivano: "Look, this is my proudest work. I personally designed the torture chamber." He had loose blond hair, half of his face was covered with blood, and his pale complexion was stained red. Like a vampire in a car accident.But he seemed to have completely forgotten the rage just now, his eyes were full of excitement, and he couldn't control his laughing muscles at all.

"He is very obedient, unfortunately, he listens to me very much." He looked back at the miserable man and said thoughtfully, "But his game is not good."

Ivano didn't answer, not knowing what to say in this situation.The man was still hanging from the picket, his limbs twitching intermittently.Almost unconscious.His lips were still moving weakly, as if he was reciting someone's name.

Ivano stared at the face that was about to die for a while, then looked back to the glass in front of him, and saw the reflection of his own face on the glass.

In his reflection he saw a face exactly like that of the man.

He suddenly remembered why the voice he heard in the basement sounded so familiar.It was his own voice.It's his new voice.

Sean walked up to Ivano quickly, knelt down, pointed at the man and said with a smile, "This guy has a lot of blood, but it's a pity he can't bark. He stopped barking in a few minutes."

Ivano's face was cold, still staring at the reflection in the glass, his new face was watching.

Sean squeezed his chin in dissatisfaction, and turned his face to himself: "Look at me!" He pointed to his smashed forehead, "You are very naughty today. So, we have to review the rules of the game first, until Until you remember."

Ivano's attention returned to Shane.He didn't want to anger this person at a disadvantage, so he restrained his gloomy expression.Say in a politely detached tone, "You can do whatever you want."

If he doesn't say so, the other party will do whatever he wants.But the statement did have its intended effect.Sean opened his eyes wide and let out a huff.

This time Shane raised his vigilance on him and called a battle robot.Ivano is very familiar with this basic type of combat robots, which are used as security guards in rich people's homes.Although the function is simple, it cannot be resisted by the human body.

Ivano was pushed into a torture chamber by the robot and tied to a chair.It was a small room with several freezers and incubators, like a simple laboratory.With his back turned to him, Sean took out a box from the incubator.

He pulled out a pair of tweezers, briskly, even humming.When he turned around, the tweezers in his hand were holding something that was twisting.

Ivano squinted and saw clearly that it was a slender, multi-legged alien insect.

He cursed a dirty word in his heart.

Sean brought the writhing creature to his mouth, and licked it with the tip of its scarlet tongue. Mizaza's legs immediately tried to grab the tip of the tongue, and it was torn off again.

"Since you hunger strike on your own initiative, I decided to combine these two things together to punish you. Aha, I like this idea." He smiled, "Don't worry, this thing is very nutritious, they just like to bite people."

He walked up to Ivano, bent down to face him, stared intently into his eyes, and bit the worm's end.

"Come on." He lifted Ivano's chin and brought his lips to his mouth.

Between the well-shaped lips, the terrified alien creature struggled with its legs waving.Even if Ivano pretended to be calm, he couldn't hold back when he saw those hairy legs.A person like him can bear physical pain, but this is more fucking perverted than being beaten.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed heavily.

"Well!"

He was pointed at the mouth, forced to stuff an alien worm, and almost vomited out.His mouth was tightly covered again.

"Chew it, chew it up," Shane said persuasively, "don't let them bite through your stomach."

Ivano frowned tightly, with a disgusted expression, and stared at Shan En unforgivingly.

Sean licked his lips: "How is it, did it bite you?" He couldn't help laughing: "Very good, very good. I am very happy." He took the box over, opened the lid, Ivano Saw a whole can of that stuff.There was a constriction in his chest, and a nausea came up.

Sean widened his eyes wide, with an excited expression on his face: "I didn't say anything. This is your first punishment. How can I not be impressed?" He raised Ivano's head and looked at him. A funnel is forced into the mouth.

His movements were not gentle, but he said in a gentle voice——

"Don't be willful, all, well, eat it."