canary in cage

Cecil met Isri's gaze, and his undisguised emotions were exposed in front of his eyes.

"When will you be ready?" Cehir turned his head and stopped looking at Isri, with a calm voice.

At least for now, it's better to follow Isri.

Isri was taken aback by the question, and then he reacted, and his answer was even more unconcealed: "It's been a long time."

Cecil picked up the cup and took a sip of clear water, and after spitting it into the basin, his eyes met Isri again.

"Isri, you are a lunatic!"

Isri brushed the hair on the side of his face behind his ears, poured black tea for Cecil again, took a step back, and bowed.

"Thank you, young master, for your compliment."

Cecil held the cup tightly, and took a sip of the black tea: "What's the plan for today?"

"No." Isri bent over.

"What about tomorrow?"

Isri was stunned for a moment and then replied: "No."

"Then..." Before Cehir could say anything, Isri raised his body, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice faded.

"Master, you want others to see you like this so much?"

Realizing what Isri said again, Cecil frowned slightly: "When are you going to take this thing away?".

"After the young master is completely obedient." Isri spoke unambiguously, more like an order.

Cecil didn't know what was going on in Isri's mind, he only knew that Isri just wanted to trap himself by his side, no matter what method he used.

Cecil looked at Isri, and it took a while before he said, "You can go out now."

The corners of Isri's lips curled up again, as if the gloomy face just now was not his own: "I understand, young master, I will come again at noon."

Isri bowed and pushed the dining car out.

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In just a second, Cecil jumped off the bed. The chain was not very long, but it was just enough to move around in the room.

obedient?dream!

Cecil clenched his hands, as if he was getting angry with Isri, but he wanted to do it if he refused.

Sehir is now like a chained animal, but he is not like other animals, he is a raised animal, held high.

How can a proud animal submit like others, the outside is their paradise.

Even if the body is imprisoned, the soul will not yield.

Cecil squatted at the foot of the bed, the chain passed through the retainer and bound to a ring.

Immediately, Cehir immediately became energetic and tried to separate the iron chain from the iron ring. At first, there was little movement, but the iron chain remained motionless.

Cecil let out a breath, and when he was about to make a big move to loosen the chain, suddenly, a knock on the door made him freeze in place for an instant.

Suddenly, like a duck on fire, Sehir stood up and ran to the bed, but the iron chain was too long, so he didn't pay attention for a while, and his left foot got entangled directly.

In the next second, the whole person fell towards the ground, without support, and his knees directly touched the ground, and blood was immediately wiped out by the ground.

That's too late!

Cecil's brain was buzzing with alarms, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his knees, and crawled into bed, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and the blood pressure on his heart rushed straight to his head.

The door was pushed open.

Cecil's brain nerves were extremely tense, and Isri stopped in place a few seconds after he walked in, and his eyes fell on the person on the bed.

Isri frowned slightly, and before Cehir could speak, he turned around and walked out of the door.

Cecil was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Isri walking over with a small box.

He is very familiar with this box, Isri took it out when dealing with the wound on his wrist last time.

was found!Cecil stared closely at Isri with wide eyes.

I am obviously already very fast, how did Isri find out!

Before Cecil could figure it out, Isri had already walked over, his eyes were no longer as soft as before.

Cecil was frightened by Isri's eyes, and subconsciously stepped back.

Isri let Cehir's movements go, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt away, grasped the iron chain, and pulled the person over in an instant with force.

Because of too much strength, the clothes that originally covered the knees were rubbed off, revealing a pair of slender, white and slender legs in front of Isri's eyes.

Feeling the coolness of his lower body, Cecil subconsciously wanted to tear off his clothes to cover his legs.

But Isri had quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed Cehir's wrist and raised it above his head, and pressed him tightly on the bed.

"Master, can't you bear it after a few minutes?" Isri's voice fell from the top of his head, and his pale eyes were full of irritability.

"I didn't!" Cecil opened his mouth to quibble.

Isri snorted a bit, and pulled the iron chain from under his body to wrap it around Cehir's wrist.

"I didn't want to do this at first." Isri said: "But young master, you are too undisciplined, which makes it difficult for me."

Isri moved away from Cehir's body, and despite how much Cehir struggled, the iron chain on his wrist remained motionless.

Because of the iron chains on his wrists and the shackles on his feet, Cehir's whole person now looks extremely alluring.

Isri opened the box unhurriedly, and after taking out a dark brown bottle inside, his eyes fell on Cecil.

In those blue eyes, there was panic and fear that couldn't be concealed, it was that kind of physical fear that couldn't be suppressed.

Isri grabbed Cecil's ankle and pulled it to his side, the blood stains on his knees were all over the place.

The dark brown bottle cap was opened by Isri with one hand, and the strong smell of medicinal wine instantly filled the noses of the two of them. Cecil remembered the medicine, which was the same as last time.

It hurts the same!

Out of fear of pain, Cehir's body trembled uncontrollably, but in the end he was held tighter by Isri.

Isri looked at Cecil's expression, and his heart burned even more.

In order to satisfy his long-suppressed animal desire, Isri patiently took off his gloves, and gently rubbed Cehir's calf with his fingers.

The last time it was like this was when Cecil was a child, and Esri rubbed it, and the tender meat on the calf was flushed red in a short while.

Shame climbed up the side of Cehir's face again, and the iron chain on his hand could not be broken away, and the anxious Cehir trembled even more.

"Isri! Let go!" Cecil stopped.

There was a hint of playfulness in Isri's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up to look at Cehir.

"What's the matter? Master, can't you bear this?"

Cecil's pupils widened again, looking at Isri: "What nonsense are you talking about!".

The corners of Isri's lips parted even more flamboyantly, and the strength in his hands became lighter and heavier: "Master understands what I'm talking about."

Cecil's tortured brows were tightly frowned, and he turned his head away from looking at Isri: "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't understand?" Isri stopped the movement of his hands, and said in an unhurried voice.

"Master, as I said, you are my god and I love you."