canary in cage

There was no sign of compromise in those amber golden pupils, Cehir closed his eyes halfway, with a pained look on his face.

Isri frowned, then unfolded, pulled Cehir up from the ground by the iron chain, turned around and took down the things from the dining car, and handed them to Cehir.

"Open your mouth." Isri's voice was a little colder than before

Even though his heart was about to burst through the eardrums, Cecil didn't dare to act rashly, and the side of his face was still slightly swollen and painful. He had no choice but to lean over and open his mouth.

The room was terribly quiet, and the sound of each other's breathing was unusually obvious.

It's a torment for a high-ranking nobleman to be locked in a cage by his servants.

After taking two or three sips, Cecil couldn't eat anymore, but in the end, he was still afraid of Isri's eyes, and forced himself to drink a few more sips.

Isri was very satisfied with Cehir's behavior, and after simply tidying up the dining car, he squatted down and untied Cehir's chain.

Cehir was still in a daze, but was picked up from the ground by Isri in the next second. Cehir was startled, and just wanted to resist, but was completely confirmed by Isri's next words.

"I will give the young master two choices. One, be obedient and don't move. Two, I will break the young master's leg, and the young master chooses one."

Cehir tilted his head and just touched Isri's shoulder, the voice was next to his ears, Cehir clenched his hands, he knew that Isri would definitely do what he said.

"Which one to choose?" Isri's voice came into his ears again.

Cecil pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and replied weakly: "Choose...one."

The corners of Isri's lips curled up slightly, his steps quickened a little, he turned and walked into the bathroom, and put Cecil on the small stool prepared in advance.

Seeing that Isri was preparing something, Cehir wanted to stand up, but found that the effect of the medicine had not completely dissipated, and now it was difficult to even stand up.

"Why did you do this?" Cecil opened his mouth and asked, looking at Isri's back.

There was no sound in the empty bathroom for a long time. Cecil, who thought Isri would not answer, just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a chuckle in the bathroom, and then Isri rolled his sleeves to his elbows , turned around.

Cehir raised his head, and Isri reached out and brushed the hair in front of his ears to behind his ears, and gently stroked along the side of Cehir's face to the back of his neck, with a soft but irresistible voice.

"I want to have you."

Cecil opened his mouth halfway, his eyes showed surprise, and he opened his mouth word by word: "Why... what?"

Isri slowly moved his hand to his chest, and unbuttoned it: "Young master, don't you understand?"

Seeing that Cehir was silent, Isri let out a snort, raised his head, stared at Cehir with undisguised desire, and opened his mouth.

"Master, do you remember? You said I was a lunatic." Isri paused and then opened his mouth: "The lunatic in front of you now likes you, and he wants to possess you. So, does the young master understand?"

Seeing Isri's eyes, Cehir gradually became terrified, but he could only be terrified, because he couldn't do anything, this demon, he was completely insane.

"Are you... not afraid of being executed?" Cehir's voice was trembling slightly.

"Master wants to report on me?" Isri was taken aback by the movements of his hands.

No, Cehir couldn't open his mouth, he didn't think about reporting or anything like that, but under such oppression, he couldn't open his mouth.

Isri chuckled, and continued to unbutton the button: "It's okay, I won't give the young master a chance to report."

"Do not……"

finally!Cecil opened his mouth and uttered a syllable.

Isri unbuttoned the last button, and the male style raised his eyes to meet Cecil's: "No?"

No?Cecil is answering which one?The previous one or the next one?

Isri stood up, looked down at Cecil with a condescending voice, and said indifferently, "What do you want to say, young master?"

Cecil gritted his teeth, pursed his mouth and turned his head to one side, and said a word: "No."

Isri frowned slightly, leaned over and picked him up from the stool again, he seemed to have a better idea.

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There happened to be a clean countertop behind the washstand, and this countertop just happened to be facing a large mirror, and Sehir was placed in the center of the countertop impartially.

The person in the mirror, the fine powder on the body swept by the hot mist, and the injured forehead and calf, set off the beauty of torture to the whole life.

Isri poured a basin of hot water, and slowly wiped Cecil's body with a towel. Cecil lowered his head, the side of his face was scorching hot, and he tightly grasped the edge of the table.

"Isri..." Cecil shouted weakly.

"Ok?"

"Can you... change the place?"

Isri let out a breath, and gently lifted Cecil's chin with his knuckle fingers, forcing him to look at the mirror in front of him.

"Master, this place is very convenient. If you change the position, it will dirty other positions."

The side of the face of the person in the mirror was reddish, the wet hair was gently resting on the forehead, the corners of the eyes had a little watery light at some point, and the body was still trembling slightly.

shame on you...

Even Cecil, who didn't know about that kind of thing, didn't dare to look at himself like this. He just wanted to lower his head, but was restrained by Isri, and his eyes could only stop on the mirror.

The corners of Isri's lips were slightly raised, and he stretched out his hand around Cecil's slender waist, rubbing it slowly. Cecil panicked for a while, subconsciously frowned, and bit his lip.

Immediately afterwards, Isri's voice sounded slowly from beside his ears: "Master, remember how you are now, you are very beautiful."

Isri's hands were dishonest, like poisonous snakes looking for food, all the way down from the waist, looking for the sweetest point of food.

Cecil didn't want to do this, he clenched his hands more and more tightly, and gritted his teeth, as if hesitating for something, but the poisonous snake didn't intend to stop.

"Isri!" Cecil yelled, and he really didn't want to say this: "You are just a servant, and I am your master! I order you..."

All of a sudden, Cecil was suddenly stuck and didn't know what to say, and the two of them froze in place like this.

"Order what?" Isri asked with a smile.

"I…"

His brain seemed to go blank suddenly, and Cecil couldn't think of anything. Isri tilted his head, picked him up, and walked out.

The blanket in the cage was very soft, so it didn't hurt to throw the person on it. Before Cecil could recover, Isri directly bent down and pressed the person under him, and his eyes returned to the previous indifference .

"Master, I think it is necessary for you to take back what you want to say." Isri's hand passed through Cecil's leg, and he tried to fold his legs apart: "You seem to be in a disadvantaged situation now."

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