canary in cage

After finishing speaking, Isri speeded up the movement of his hands a little bit, three or two times, the clothes on Cehir's body were already in a mess, and his fair skin was soon exposed to the air.

Cehir stared at Isri, panting quickly, his legs and feet frantically trying to kick Isri away from his body.

Isri saw the timing, put his hand through the crook of Cecil's leg, and directly separated his legs and pressed them on the bed, making him unable to move.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the other hand quickly tore off the thin layer of trousers.

Cecil's eyes were red, and he tried his best to push Isri away first, but no matter how much he beat him, Isri still pressed down.

"Isli! Are you so interesting?" Cecil turned his head to the side and said angrily, "How long are you going to play this boring game!"

Cehir was obviously a little scared, and his tone was calmer. He knew what Isri wanted to do, but the more Cehir recalled that kind of thing, the more obvious the shame and anger on his face.

Isri has been completely overwhelmed by the alcohol, and the appearance of Cehir in front of him is a double image, and his whole head is thinking about one thing, which is the person in front of him that he wants,

"Master..." Isri opened his mouth and shouted.

"Master, if you beg me, I will consider letting you go."

As he spoke, there were a few chuckles at the end, and Isri leaned against Cecil's ear and breathed out lightly.

Cecil gritted his back molars, clutched the bed sheet with both hands, the anger welled up in his eyes again, and his peaceful voice just now was suppressed.

Cecil turned his head around, put his lips against Isri's ear, and said clearly every word.

"You, Hugh, think!"

"Heh~" Isri raised his head and chuckled, narrowed his eyes, and looked Cehir up and down.

In the next second, Isri stretched out his hand and pulled Cehir's neckline open, because his chest was still floating up and down because of anger, as if the delicious food on the dinner plate was seducing the people waiting for the meal.

Isri's eyes twitched slightly, he lowered his head, and raised his hand to caress the already protruding collarbone, but he was slapped away by Cecil in just a moment.

Being rejected again and again, Isri's face couldn't look any better. Driven by alcohol, Isri went straight to Cehir's back.

Immediately, Cehir's eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body seemed to go crazy. He began to resist Isri's movements, and his hands scratched Isri's neck until it turned red.

Because of the restless movement of the people below him, and the blurred vision caused by alcohol, Isri became extremely irritable after a few strokes. He stretched out his hand to tear off the loose tie, grabbed Cehir's hand and pressed it over his head.

"If you are messing around, I don't guarantee who will die in front of you next time!"

Isri looked at Cehir with cold eyes, without any compromise in his voice, like a judgment from hell, firmly put the shackles on Cehir's neck.

Sure enough, because of these words, Cehir, who was still insane just now, completely quieted down. The tie tightened his wrists, and his fingertips seemed to have no sensation.

Isri continued his atrocities, and he didn't even know what he was doing. Now he only had one thing in his mind.

That is, he wants to get this person, no matter what method he uses, as long as this person is his.

Even though he was biting the tip of his tongue, he still could not suppress the sound of eating pain that came out of his throat, as well as the moaning sound that came out when he was in the prime of his passion.

He was like a puppet being toyed with, his body was torn apart to an absolute degree, his body was like a piece of paper that no one would care about, being torn and ravaged at will.

As if to make it easier to enter, Isri actually hung the tie that tied his wrist directly on the protrusion in the middle of the bed.

Because of the height, Cehir's waist was also a little vacant from the bed, and her white waist with bright red fingerprints shivered slightly in the air of love.

The wrist is hurt by the decoration on the back, and the unsupported waist will soon become tired.

He just wanted to relax, but the pain came from his wrist and he had to lift Cehir's waist a little higher.

—

The tired air in the room rose and fell again, filled the nostrils over and over again, and it took an unknown amount of time before Cehir couldn't help but open his mouth.

"pain……"

But the sound was innocuous, and Isri didn't hear it at all.

The affection came to his head, and Isri lowered his head to keep Cecil's dry lips, and then his voice was low and low, as if someone fell into the deep sea.

Cecil heard this sentence very clearly. This was the first time Isri yelled his own name since he was a child.

"Cehir...I love you."

Cecil's eyes were dazed, and the fundus of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray veil. He was silent and did not want to speak, and his tone seemed to be relieved after a long time.

"Isri...I...hate you."

In the collapse of consciousness, the bloody smell in his mouth had been completely occupied by Isri, and at the last second when he closed his eyes, a ray of light came out through the bottom of the curtain.

Its daybreak.

—

After venting his anger, Isri fell sideways on the bed and fell asleep before getting up.

It wasn't until there was a sharp pain in his head that Isri woke up frowning.

The smell of blood in the room was stronger than the smell of wine. Isri pushed his hair behind his ears, turned his head, and was startled by the scene behind him.

The tie hadn't been removed from the head of the bed, and Cecil's hands were already a little blue, not to mention the red and purple marks on his body, which were all light, and he couldn't bear to look at it.

The dying person on the bed was even breathing extremely weakly, his slender body was soaked in blood a lot, his face was pale, and the lips that were already a little powdery, now there was no color at all.

What has he done!

Isri recalled what happened last night with some horror, but in the end he could only recall some fragments.

Isri hastily put him down from the head of the bed, untied his tie, and tried to reach out to touch him, but he didn't dare.

Now this person is too fragile, he dare not, he is afraid that if he touches this person, this person will leave him.

He's crazy, what has he done!

This is not the result he wanted...

The person on the bed seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he looked in extreme pain.

But after all it hasn't been cleaned for such a long time, Isri finally made up his mind and gently picked him up and went to the bathroom.

Isri moved very slowly and lightly, for fear of waking up the sleeping person, or in other words, he was very afraid of Cecil waking up now.

When Cecil wakes up, he will only be more afraid of himself and loathe himself. All this is a trap he arranged for himself.