俘宠

Chapter.2

[I promise you everything.I can give you anything but freedom. 】

"not comfortable?"

Gilbert trembled and couldn't speak.

"I thought you were used to it." Wang Yao's amber-gold pupils seemed to be always smiling. "My eagle, no one talks to you today, are you bored?"

His fingertips lightly touched Gilbert's pulsing muscles, and large beads of sweat condensed on the latter's naked skin, sliding slowly, with faint traces of water.The orange flames danced, but it couldn't harmonize Gilbert's almost pale complexion.

"Does it mean..." He wanted to shout out, even if it was a low growl a few times, but in the end he only had the strength to breathe.

Pleasure | sensation stacking will be numb, orgasm repetition will be painful.It's like a comedy, I laughed too many times, and after the curtain call, the actors hid in the corner and cried bitterly.

"Isn't that good?" Wang Yao hooked up the dangling thin chain and wrapped it around twice, then coiled it around Gilbert's neck again as if he wasn't enjoying himself. "Are you not used to it, or is it different?"

Gilbert glared at him from the corner of his eye.This is a very contemptuous look. Although the weakness greatly reduces the strength, it does not prevent Wang Yao from perceiving his refutation.

"It's far away, you know, soft|egg."

Wang Yao smiled.He just thought it was interesting that Gilbert still had the courage to scold under such circumstances.

He is going to boil the eagle.Running in with each other, from strange to familiar.

He hung Gilbert up all day, naked, in this tent that couldn't see the light.The wrists are raised together behind him, the legs are spread|separated and kneel down, and the ankles are fastened to the ground with iron rings. Later, a jade | posture is added in the back court.No one can insist on kneeling with a straight back for so long, but if there is a little slack and a sitting on the ankle, that thing will be enough.

"Then how am I worse than him? Tell me, can I change it tomorrow?" He listened to Gilbert, the touch on his lips trembled slightly, and he was tired of resisting.

"Everywhere... What did you say, tomorrow, change...?"

Gilbert unconsciously opened his eyes wide, and the transparent blood color gradually blurred along the pupils.He suddenly realized something, this kind of torture would not be accidental, if he didn't speak, it would continue until he told this man himself.

What is the person wanting to hear.How unsatisfactory he was in Ivan's hands, the despair he couldn't escape?

It doesn't matter anymore, he's gone.How can people who try to escape care about the way, death is just one of the ways.

So Gilbert grinned hard and smiled at Wang Yao.Wang Yao frowned, hugged his head and knocked him unconscious with an elbow, and carefully untied the icy chains that were hanging around.

You can boil the eagle, but the eagle cannot be spoiled.

Gilbert was not afraid of the cold before.Of course, for a Prussian, the winter on German land is probably not too difficult.

But this does not mean that he is not afraid of severe cold.

When he was very young, he liked to hide and seek in the golden wheat field behind the old house. It would not take long for his father to find him;

Then something happened in the family, and my father died of illness.He squatted in the wheat field all day, shivered by the cold autumn wind at night, stood up and patted his buttocks, but sat back again——his legs were unbearably numb.Gilbert simply lay down under the dark night sky on the outskirts of Berlin, the stars were shining, the long river moved slowly, and the dew slid down the slender flowers and leaves of cornflowers.

Then he left Berlin and never played peek-a-boo again.

He went to Vienna, where he met many people.Assi, Isha, Rhodes, ... and Ivan.

ivan...

He felt cold again.But isn't he here with Wang Yao?There is fire here, there is light, it is warm, it shouldn't be so cold.

But it couldn't stop the cold.Turned outward from the bone marrow, pouring out overwhelmingly.

He opened his eyes, and the full orange surrounded him.Gilbert didn't react for a while, and blurted out a low voice: "Oh Fritz—"

A clear voice answered him. "Is that your father's name?"

"..." Gilbert gritted his teeth, "Where did you get me again?"

"This is my tent. How do you feel? The medical officer said you have a fever."

Wang Yao's tent?He will let himself in?

Gilbert touched the blanket on his body, it was thick and soft, and the person who covered it would definitely have a good dream.

Why did you feel better about yourself all of a sudden?

"Do you want to ask questions?" It's useless to ask, I won't tell him.Will not die.Loyalty is an honor engraved in the blood of every German soldier.

Wang Yaoye squinted at Gilbert. "I do want to know." He sat down with an oil lamp in his hand, holding a book in his free hand. "You should understand the situation. Prisoner, you have to say what you have to say, otherwise, would I go to such great lengths to support you?"

Gilbert crossed his lips with two fingers like a zipper to express his determination, Wang Yao turned his face away as if he didn't see it, and said softly, "Your relationship with General Braginsky is stronger than I thought. Closer. But he's not treating you well, and your body told me that yesterday."

The pages of the book turned slowly. "Stay, I will treat you well. At least better than him."

"What are you—"

"Stop, you don't have to answer me now." Wang Yao tilted his head and smiled at him.Eagles will not bow their heads easily, especially those wild ones in the sky.

Gilbert couldn't figure out what this man was thinking again.Isn't he at the mercy of others now?Still staying, meaning he will run away?

Where should he flee to, plunge into the snow field, or go back, to Ivan's side?

"...I can't go." He hesitated, "Will you let me go?"

"I promise you everything," Wang Yao nodded, but said, "I can give you everything, except freedom."

"Stay here, my eagle." He stretched out his hand and stroked Gilbert's forehead, the high temperature of the blanket hatching made a thin layer of sweat there, and the silvery hair was wet to the touch. "There's nothing wrong with pets."

"Are you right, Gilbert?"

Familiar lines spawned a trance.

Gilbert's eyes were wide open, and the focus was lost in the gentle touch on his forehead.

"Yes, yes..."

The author has something to say: Why did I get a little bit of pro-father Pu unknowingly... Sure enough, another pit of mine will affect this one...