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The icy water hit the top of his head, and Tazito woke up with a jerk.He was blinded by the water, and the water rushing into his nose made him cough violently.He subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and then realized that his hands and feet were tied.He tilted his head to avoid the water flow, and saw a faucet above his head, from which cold water kept hitting his neck.His hands were firmly bound to that faucet.

He glanced around, this is the hotel's bathroom, decorated luxuriously and sci-fi, the lighting is gentle and harmless, exuding the color of money.He was stripped to only a pair of underwear, placed in a shell-shaped jacuzzi, and his legs were tied to the two corners of the bathtub.He soon discovered that the bathtub was filling, and he tried to sit up with his legs, but he couldn't do it.There is a smooth arc under the buttocks, and his limbs are tied. He has no point of support and can only lie in it.Within minutes, as long as he couldn't sit up, he would be drowning in the bathtub.

This realization horrified Tazito.He struggled vigorously, but in vain.They bound him with police tape.That thing is made of highly flexible material, and it can be pulled continuously by an airplane.The water quickly flooded his belly, and Tazito tried everything he could, the drain button was only centimeters from his feet, and he couldn't even move that far.

He stopped when the water began to flood his chest.His eyes were full of anger and fear of death.He began to examine the bathroom for opportunities to be more efficient.

The pattern of the bathroom is evidence that they are still in that hotel.Tazito remembered that he had run to the wrong floor.He should go one floor down, where his room is.Every time he stayed at a hotel, he had his men hack the hotel network -- no problem for a sophisticated criminal -- allowing his key card to unlock all the doors.Tazito thought it would increase his chances of escaping if something happened.It never occurred to him that one day he would fall on caution.

He saw his clothes, and could tell they had been purposely hung on one side without a single wrinkle.

They want to kill him...why hang his clothes like this...

In order not to leave evidence afterwards?no, no...

What else can I use... a razor?Hell, that thing is farther away, it can't be touched at all...

He was thinking quickly, with one thing on his mind - I can't die here!Give me a way, whatever it is, as long as I don't die here.

While he was being tormented by his own thoughts, the glass sliding door opened silently.He turned his head abruptly, and it was Mr. 11 who walked in.

Like a tourist in an aquarium, Mr. 11 walked to his feet, indifferently admiring the bound-up man in the bathtub.The water was up to Tazito's neck.

"What conditions do you have?" When Tazito asked this question, he still used his few remaining social skills, trying to make himself appear to have a lot of leeway to talk about.He has moist, dark eyes that make him convincing when he wants to pretend to be sincere.

Mr. 11 leaned over, put one hand between his feet, and looked at him coldly.His hand was only a centimeter away from the drain button, but he wasn't about to press the hell out of it.Tazito couldn't help looking at his hands.

"What are you going to pay." Mr. 11's tone did not seem to be interested in this business.

The water engulfed Tazito layer by layer, overflowing his chin, and soon touched his lips.

"Money," Tazito said, "I know you need money for your election." He quoted a figure that he could afford.

Mr. 11 looked at him blankly.As if accepting such an unattractive number was less interesting than watching him drown.

Tazito didn't get a response, he gritted his teeth and persisted for a while.You can't raise your price right away, that would take away the credibility of your offer.

As the water rose, Tazito could only look at the ceiling.He raised his head vigorously, spitting out the water that flowed into his mouth.

Mr. 11 called out his name: "Charles Tazito, I checked your casino and hotel. The figure you quoted is about half of your worth. Is this your price for this life?"

He already knows who he is.These days facial recognition systems can help you find a homeless person half a planet away in minutes, and finding a modest entrepreneur is even easier.

Only a small part of Tazito's face was barely above the water, and his ears were immersed in the water, so he couldn't hear very clearly.But he still understood what the other party meant."How much do you want?" he asked.

Mr. 11 didn't answer, his pair of gray pupils had a metallic texture and lacked human warmth.It was the expression of wanting to watch him die.

When the water started pouring into his mouth, Tazito finally couldn't calm down and exclaimed, "I can double it again and turn off the damn water!"

Instead, Mr. Eleven took a step back, his hands in his pockets, admiring the lynching.

"Turn it off!" Tazito struggled.It was the last word he could say, and the water flooded his mouth and started rushing up his nose.He was like a piece of clam meat sprinkled with salt, his body writhing in pain.

At this time, Mr. 11's gaze accidentally swept across Tazito's swaying legs, and then returned, staring at something between his legs, showing a moment of doubt.No decent person would stare naked like that at someone's crotch, especially someone who's being tortured - unless there's something worth looking at there.

Tazito wears a pair of boxer briefs that fit perfectly to the body. The so-called new fabric is extremely thin and breathable, and will never encounter the embarrassment of the underwear being hooked under the dress.But the fabric becomes almost translucent when soaked in water.Between Tazito's wide-open legs, the fabric was tightly attached to his private parts, clearly outlining the two slightly flesh-red parts.

Tazito raised his head vigorously and spit out a string of bubbles from his mouth.He choked on the water and kicked his legs uselessly. Mr. 11 pressed the drain button and made a gesture at the same time. The sensor caught his movement and turned off the water.

As the water level dropped, Tazito suddenly got air, turned his head to the side, coughed faintly, and spat out the water in his mouth in embarrassment.

Mr. 11 narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his crotch, with a feeling that this was a bit beyond his cognition.He even looked closer.Tazito caught his breath and looked back at Mr. Eleven, realizing immediately what he was looking at.The legs moved subconsciously, it was a movement to retract the legs to cover.

"I'll give you half more." He tried to divert the other party's attention, but it wasn't until then that Mr. 11's cold expression subtly melted.It was the playfulness in his eyes, and the interest.He didn't pay attention to Tazito's words at all.He took off his tuxedo, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked to the side of the tub.

"No..." Tazito realized what he was about to do. "You don't want to do that."

The latter's hand dipped into the still-drained water and ripped off his panties.Tazito lost his last cover, exposing his life-long secret to the teasing eyes of the enemy.

Tazito, who had just returned from the death line, seemed to have suffered another blow.He cursed silently, and glanced fiercely across the room, as if he wanted to crush something to vent his anger.In fact, he was just avoiding the other party's gaze.

Mr. Eleven tilted his head, looking between his legs.These are two slender legs, just right and powerful.The male symbol between the legs drooped limply, and there was another entrance underneath, wet like a woman's full lips. Mr. 11 took a good look at his private parts, and raised his eyes from time to time to look at his face, as if he wanted to link this homosexual private part with this face.Tazito looked elsewhere with a grim look on his face.His hair was still dripping, a miserable mess.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the lower body, and Mr. 11 inserted a finger into his vagina.Tazito's body tensed up, and his face twisted for a moment because of anger and pain.

"It's actually true." Mr. 11 said to himself, and the finger was rough in it, "Has anyone ever fucked you?"

Hearing this question, Tazito turned away angrily and stared at Mr. Eleven.He looked at him for a while, sneered, and asked him, "What do you think?"

He struggled to be under the control of others, and the anger on his face was still greater than the fear.Like a tattered gun, standing on top of piles of corpses, it glowed with a bloody cold light.

Mr. 11 looked at this murderous man, and remembered that when he first broke into their room, he had a chick in his arms, who was the singer at the banquet.Look carefully, he has a face that can fascinate women, such a face is a bane when smiling, and even distracts from his charm when angry.And hot enough pecs and abs.He withdrew his fingers from him and said, "No way. Tight as a virgin."

It was a humiliating enough description, but Tazito didn't react to it.He looked at each other coldly.

Mr. Eleven slowly dried his hands with a towel and walked out.Tazito had a bad feeling.He might not have to drown, but nothing good awaited him.

When Mr. 11 walked in again, he was holding a metal ring in his hand.It looks like a precision instrument, but it is a sweet pink-gold color, and it may be a feminine product.

He held the ring with his slender two fingers, and presented it to Tazito like a tip: "You have two choices, die here, or, this."

Tazito didn't know what it was, but he could imagine it wasn't a good thing.

Tazito sneered: "I don't have a choice at all, do I?"

"That's right." Mr. 11 said brazenly in his melodious voice.He waited for the water in the bathtub to drain clean, then pushed open the metal ring, "You don't look like you don't need anesthesia."

Tazito stared warily at the metal ring in his hand, watching him lean down and compare it between his crotch.

Fuck... Tazito cursed inwardly.

He realized that the other party was a complete pervert.It's crazy!He doesn't care about money at all, he just wants to have some fun with him.

The process was quick, a lot of blood was shed, and Tazito's face didn't even change. Mr. 11 put the thing on his private parts, admired it, and was very satisfied with the way the pet was locked between his legs.He turned to leave, but before stepping out the door, he suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, I advise you not to try to get it off."

Then a subordinate came, untied Tazito's hand and left.Tazito watched the door close automatically, his body was still tense, thinking, what is this, is it over?

With a soft snap, the shaving cream on the dressing table fell down.Almost jumped up in fright.He was short of breath, and his forehead was covered with sweat.When he confirmed that there was no one outside, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a painful expression.

The pain in the lower body almost went along the spinal cord and hit the heart directly.Tazito freed himself from the restraints and stood up with pain and difficulty.I found a towel to dry myself off.He finally understood why they'd put his clothes neatly aside - if they made a deal, he could wear his clothes and walk right out of here, pretending nothing had happened.If not, he will disappear here completely.But he never thought that the so-called "agreement" could have anything to do with sex.

Tazito was in a terrible mood and felt sick.But he still cleaned himself up in front of the mirror, and finally adjusted his collar.He has regained his image of a young entrepreneur, with a crisp dress and a handsome face.It's just that the desire to hunt is burning deep in the eyes, which is hard to calm down.He stared at the mirror, as if he saw in it the man who had humiliated him just now.

The matter is not over yet.He will not allow this to end.