canary in cage

How dare a slave being played with dare to violate his bottom line again and again.

Cole kept deepening the strength in his hand, wishing to strangle the person under him to death completely. Cole's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth tightly. Sehir's face became pale, and the strength in his body was gradually disappearing.

"Let go of me!" Cecil said with his mouth open.

Suddenly, Cole seemed to think of something. Finally, he pulled his sanity back, looked at the person lying on the bed who was coughing constantly, and his eyes finally returned to the previous temperature.

"Sorry, I don't know the strength of my hands." Cole clapped his hands and said softly.

The corners of Cecil's forced eyes were full of water, and the hatred for Cole in his eyes was even more obvious.

Cole got up from the bed, put the slender leather whip in the palm of his hand, and his voice was playful again: "It's still early, let's play slowly, do you think your master will come to you?"

As he spoke, he pulled the chain and pulled Cehir to his side. The iron ring kept rubbing against his slender ankle. After a while, the skin was scratched in several places, and the painful Cehir gasped. gas.

Facing such a person, Cole's desire became even more serious, and he wished to pounce on him directly, but now, he wanted to satisfy his perverted psychology even more.

Cecil, who was being held, couldn't dodge at all. Under the constant friction of the iron chain, he was so painful that he didn't dare to act rashly.

Cole looked at Cehir, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he raised the whip in his hand, and in the next second, he slammed it down on Cehir's body.

The slender leather whip was like thorns blooming from a rose garden. It lashed at his body, causing burning pain. Even with his clothes on, he could feel the tingling sensation on his skin.

The pain on Cecil's body hadn't been relieved yet, but the second pain came one after another, and he just hit the position where the first hit was impartial.

"Oh!" Cecil couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and cried out in pain, his body began to twitch slightly unconsciously.

One after another, Cole's hand fell faster and faster, and each time it fell to the previous position like a coincidence.

The skin that had just been severely injured was hurt again, and Cecil had no time to hide, so he could only curl up his body subconsciously.

After a few seconds, Cole suddenly stopped what he was doing, brushed his hair up on his forehead, and looked down at the person curled up on the bed.

The trembling body, the red corners of the eyes, and the trembling hand that tried to cover his face but could only stand in mid-air because of the chains, everything was firmly in Cole's head. one strike.

Cole let out a breath, and actually dragged the person up from the bed. In the place that was not covered by clothes, he could still faintly see red marks.

He had never seen such an addictive thing before. After Cole exhaled heavily, he threw the thing in his hand directly on the bed.

He could hardly wait.

Cole's eyes were red, and he reached out to tear off the clothes at the collar of Cehir. Sehir, who was caught, resisted Cole vigorously.

After breaking free several times, Cole finally couldn't bear it any longer. He threw Cecil on the bed, pulled out a revolver from his waist, and shot Cecil mercilessly in the ear. .

The bullet passed through the thick mattress, right next to the ear, still emitting black smoke, Cehir was completely frightened.

His throat also began to hiccup, his eyes could only be opened wide, but he didn't blink, and finally tears could only flow down the corners of his eyes.

Cole leaned over directly, pinched Cecil's chin, and stroked it lightly: "I'll just say it once, be obedient!"

"You..." Cecil's eyelids trembled, and he said unconsciously on his lips: "I am the head of the Kritis family! Let me go!"

Cole thought this was the funniest joke he had ever heard, so he couldn't help but laughed out loud: "Don't you think you have no credibility at all when you say it?"

Cecil's throat was suffocated, and the hiccups that had just been suppressed kept coming back, and the nausea in his stomach was overwhelming, and when he wanted to speak, he was suppressed by waves of nausea. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time. Character.

Cole panted heavily, and his hands moved more presumptuously. The clothes at the neckline were ripped open, and the fine skin inside was exposed to the air, as if faintly exuding fragrance.

"Go away!" Cecil stared at Cole with red eyes, his tone undiminished.

But such words, in Cole's ears, were undoubtedly a tease during the prime of love, Cole touched Cecil's collarbone fiercely.

I don't know whether it was because of Cole's strength or because Cecil was too nervous. In an instant, that piece of skin turned red like a flower petal.

Cecil gritted his teeth tightly, and just when Cole was about to make the next move, the closed door finally opened from the outside.

Cole cursed, looked back and was stunned. It seemed that the temperature in the whole room had reached below zero, and the person standing at the door even had a few drops of blood on his body.

Colton paused, got up and threw Cecil back on the bed, straightened his clothes, and looked at Isri at the door.

"I found it pretty quickly." Cole said with a smile, not realizing the seriousness of the matter.

After all, in the eyes of their nobles, these slaves are just toys for entertainment, if they are dirty, they can be replaced.

Isri didn't speak, his amber eyes were covered by the bangs that grew over his forehead, and a second before Cole opened his mouth, Isri rushed over and punched Cole to the ground.

Before Cole could react, Isri pulled Cole's collar, followed by another punch. After two punches, the corners of Cole's mouth began to bleed, and bruises appeared on the side of his face.

Suddenly, Cole accidentally met Isri's gaze, and those dark eyes looked at him as if they were looking at a dead person.

The black hair was even darker in the dark room, and the thin lips were tightly closed into a thin line, and the whole person was like a demon descended from hell.

Cole seemed to still refuse to admit defeat, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he chuckled: "My lord Duke cares about this toy so much?"

Isri's eyes turned cold again, and he clenched his fist and punched Cole in the face again. At this time, Cole didn't want to get up, and stretched out his hand to press Isri under him.

Isri had seen through Cole's movements a long time ago, grabbed Cole's hand one step ahead, and twisted it vigorously.

"Ahhh!" A violent scream came out of Cole's mouth.

In the next second, Isri grabbed Cole's hair, lifted him straight up, and knocked him on the ground mercilessly.