canary in cage

The prison was originally built underground, and it was even cooler at night. In the innermost cell, the people who were hung up were bloody.

The deacon uniform that was originally clean and tidy is now just a layer of careless protection.

Wearing a veil, the queen stepped into the prison with a look of disgust, and tightened the thick shawl on her body.

When the soldiers standing in the cell saw the queen, they stopped their movements quickly, put the whip aside and bowed to salute.

"Clean up and come in." The queen stood in front of Isli, not looking at the soldiers next to her.

"Yes!"

The soldier turned sideways and trotted out of the cell.

The queen got closer, only to realize that the man had passed out. The queen lifted the clothes on Isri's neckline and looked at the narrator with disgust.

"Come here, take it off for him."

After receiving the order, the people behind him didn't dare to disobey, they stepped forward and stripped Isri's upper body clean.

On the white body, the bloodstains were more obvious, and the blood beads flowing down the thin muscle lines outlined a fragmented beauty.

At this time, the person who went to wash outside also ran in, standing beside the queen shivering with cold.

"You hate him?"

The Queen's sudden question stunned the narrator, and he opened his mouth for a while before answering, "I don't hate it!"

"Then...why did you strike so hard?" The queen turned her head and looked at the trembling man.

The soldier lowered his head and stared wide-eyed, repeating the Queen's words in his head, his figure became visibly flustered, and finally closed his eyes, and simply smashed the jar.

"You said it yesterday."

"Oh?" The queen raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at the people behind her and asked, "Did I say anything?"

"Her Majesty didn't say anything." The person behind replied blankly.

"Did you hear that?"

The soldier felt that his death was approaching, and under the trend of anger, he raised his head and waited fiercely for the queen.

Suddenly, the Queen was taken aback, her face darkened instantly, she took a step back, her eyes showed disgust.

"Pull it down."

The person behind him nodded without saying a word, and dragged the already stiff soldier out of the dungeon.

There is no sound of cursing or screaming for mercy, it seems that this kind of thing is already commonplace, and it is only a matter of time before it is my turn.

The queen stepped forward again, and her slender fingers slowly walked over Isri's body, without any fat on her lean body.

Seeing that there was no movement from the people on the pillar, the Queen lost interest for a moment, curled her lips, scooped up a bowl of cold water from the wooden bucket beside her, and poured it on Isri.

Biting cold seeped into the wound, and the consciousness of the person on the excited pillar was instantly pulled back.

Isri frowned, and opened his eyes again after a while.

"How do you feel?" The queen's voice came from in front of her.

Isri moved his numb fingertips, turned his head to one side and did not speak.

"It's been almost two days, and your dear master is not in a hurry at all."

The queen raised her hand again to stroke the skin on Isri's chest, and the warm touch slowly moved along the edge of the wound, making it uncomfortable and a sense of disgust rose from her heart.

Isri bit his lower lip, frowning tightly, and it took him a while to let go of the bitten white lower lip.

"I'm just the young master's servant. Whether I live or die, the young master won't mind."

"Is that so?" The queen raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her fingertips to raise Isri's chin, and asked in a tender way.

"Does it hurt?"

Isri wanted to turn his head away, but the queen put more force in the next second, pressing down on Isri's head firmly.

The queen exhaled, and stretched her fingertips down Isri's neck: "I can give you a chance."

Isri raised his head and leaned against the pillar, breathing made his chest rise and fall continuously, and his eyes were full of nausea when he looked at the person in front of him.

"Forget everything about you, come to me, I can give you everything you want."

The corners of the queen's lips curled up, and her fingertips twirled around Isri's waist, constantly teasing the cold and shivering skin.

"How about it?"

The drops of water on his forehead slid down his neck, and the coolness in the cell made Isri's nerves clearer.

He said every word: "I refuse."

In the next second, the Queen's gaze instantly turned cold, and her hands stopped moving.

"You are not afraid of death." The queen said to herself, glanced at Isri and smiled lightly: "Your master is lucky to have such a loyal dog like you."

The queen caressed Isri's face, brushed her watery hair behind her ears, and glanced sideways at the person next to her.

"continue."

The guard next to him was taken aback for a moment, his sword in his hand was a little unsteady, but finally responded with a calm voice.

"Yes!"

Because Cecil woke up suddenly, Hall couldn't fall asleep in bed, his eyes widened and he stared at the ceiling, and he didn't feel sleepy for a long time.

Finally, unable to bear the time, he sat up from the bed, put on his shoes and slowly moved to Cecil's room.

Cecil was still the same as before he left, quietly, Hall moved very carefully, pulled out the stool and sat beside Cecil, looking at the face that gradually returned to color.

All night, Huoer was full of energy, and he sat on the edge of the bed until the morning. When the sun rose, when Huoer was a little sleepy, the person on the bed moved a little.

All of a sudden, Hall woke up again from his drowsiness, stood up excitedly from the stool, and looked at the person on the bed with wide eyes expectantly.

Cecil took a full minute to open his eyes, turned his head to look at Hall next to him, and raised his arms to prop himself up.

When Hall saw this, he hurried forward to help him, but before touching him, Cecil shrank subconsciously, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

After realizing that he was impolite, Cecil readjusted his position, lowered his head and opened his mouth: "Sorry."

Looking at Cecil's appearance, Hall unconsciously frowned again. If Isri were here now, he would definitely beat him up!

"I'm going to cook." After Hall left this sentence, he turned and walked out.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw his apprentice searching for something in the cupboard. Immediately, Hall couldn't get out of his anger. He stepped forward and grabbed the boy's collar and picked it up.

"Boy! What are you doing?"

As soon as the boy saw Hall, panic appeared in his eyes, he quickly raised his hand to wipe his hands, and smiled awkwardly with his mouth open.

"It's okay, I'll help the master to see if the food is bad or not."

Hall gritted his teeth, threw the boy out, and roared, "Go read! Don't make trouble for me!"

The boy sat on the ground and touched his painful waist and pouted.

Just when he was about to have a few words with his master, he suddenly turned his head and saw the people in the room.