canary in cage

Cehir wanted to back up, but was stopped by Isri. Isri gently stroked the corner of the eye of the person in front of him with his fingertips. Cehir trembled undetectably, closed his eyes, and tears squeezed directly from the corners of his eyes. out.

Isri was half-kneeling, leaning slightly, and his cold thin lips fell gently under Cecil's eyes, and when he moved away, there was still a gleam of water between his lips.

"Master, I'm going to prepare lunch, you rest first."

After Isri walked out, Cecil opened his eyes again. The heart was like a broken fountain, and the blood kept gushing out from the heart.

The cold touch of Isri's lips still remained on the face, piercing to the heart, the window damaged by the squirrel had not been repaired, the breeze blew in, lifted the curtains, and specks of light fell on the man in the cage.

Cecil raised his hand, and the light came through between his fingers and landed on his face. Within a second, the curtain fell again.

The fingertips twitched slightly, Cecil's eyes moved, and he moved his body to the edge of the cage. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the curtains again.

This time, all the outside light hit Cehir's face. At this time, Cehir could see a little more clearly. There were already a few leaves on the tree outside.

But just when he wanted to take a few glances, the curtain fell down again as if he was against the people in the cage.

Cecil frowned slightly, and stretched his hands out of the cage, only the curtains in front of him remained in his eyes.

He wanted to draw the curtains, he wanted to look outside.

The curtain was right in front of him, less than one centimeter away from his fingertips, but no matter how hard Cecil tried, he still couldn't reach the edge of the curtain, and his ankles were scarlet from the iron chains.

He wanted to wait for the wind to blow again, but it seemed that the wind was also against him. No matter how much he prayed, the wind never lifted the curtains.

After dozens of attempts, Cehir sighed and was about to give up. Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, suddenly, after a few noises outside the window, a gust of strong wind instantly blew the curtains up.

Cecil's eyes widened, and he quickly stretched out his arms from the cage, but before he was happy for a second, an irresistible voice came from behind him.

"Master, what are you doing?"

The cold voice instantly made Cecil tremble all over, and the curtain that was already on the fingertips also slid down.

Cecil turned his head and looked at Isri, the lips turned from pale pink to white.

"Nothing." He opened his mouth a little guilty.

Isri raised his eyebrows, and continued his usual actions, not paying any attention to the series of actions of Cecil just now.

Yes, he saw it.

The eyes of the imprisoned little bird were full of longing for the outside world, but those bright eyes refracted by the light did not remain for himself at all.

Isri inadvertently clicked his tongue, and after setting lunch for Cecil, he turned around and took out a few newspapers from the outside drawer.

This time, not only the broken piece, but also the other windows were covered by newspapers one by one.

Seeing Isri's actions, Cehir clenched the fork unconsciously, and when Isri squatted in front of him again, Cehir suddenly raised the fork to face Isri.

Cecil held his fork and did not move for a while, and Isri also half-kneeled in front of Cecil's ground motionless.

Immediately afterwards, Cehir turned his head and threw the fork into the plate, his tone a little irritated.

"I'm stuffed."

Isri raised the corners of his lips, put together the dinner plates, got up and picked up the iron chains placed beside the cage.

Seeing Isri's movements, Cehir was obviously a little flustered, and he was about to get up, but one of his feet didn't pay attention, and his back foot caught on the iron chain, and Cehir fell to the ground with a "bang".

Isri was dressed in a black deacon uniform, and his stern eyes scanned Cehir's whole body like a wolf, with the desire in his eyes undisguised.

That half-kneeling in front of Cecil looked like a sculpture carved by a devil himself, and the shadow behind him was showing off his master's madness with his teeth and claws.

Isri loosened the tie on his chest, hooked his index finger in the middle of the tie, pulled it lightly, and then loosened the tie. The veins on the back of his hand were also slightly raised, and his whole person seemed a little wild now.

Cehir sat motionless on the spot, Isri caressed Cehir's neck, and pressed him into his shoulder socket.

Then, Isri pulled Cehir down behind him with both hands, and the iron chain mercilessly wrapped around him.

Isri's movements were not gentle, and his skin turned red after a few strokes. Cecil was thinking of struggling like a fool.

But as soon as he moved his body, Cecil seemed to think of something, so he leaned on Isri's shoulder and remained motionless, no matter how much he struggled, the result was still the same.

The iron chain was tightly locked, and Cecil was thinking that it was almost impossible to move. Isri moved away with satisfaction, and took the tie next to him in his hand.

"What are you going to do!" Cecil asked in horror, looking at the tie in Isri's hand.

The corners of Isri's lips moved, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes with the tie, and tied a knot behind his head. Then he moved away slowly, and leaned his head against Cecil's ear. over here.

This time the gas was scorching hot, almost burning Cehir's whole body, and he bit his earlobe lightly with a lustful movement, and kept grinding.

Cecil was obviously taken aback. Coupled with the darkness in front of him, he was even more sensitive, and his body was constantly resisting Isri's movements.

"Isri..." Cecil made a sound.

Isri finally stopped his movements, and whispered in Cecil's ear: "This is the punishment just now."

just now?Cecil was taken aback for a moment.

Whether it was the subconscious attack just now or the act of wanting to open the curtains, Cehir's mind is in a mess now, and Isri's voice seems to be coming from the top of his head, constantly echoing in his ears.

"The young master's eyes are so beautiful, but there's nothing in them that I want." Isri's voice echoed in his ears again: "Then it's better to cover the young master's eyes and let the young master reflect on it."

Saying that, Isri got up and wanted to walk away, only the sound of iron chains being pulled behind him.

"I'm afraid of the dark..." Cecil said it directly.

Yisli stopped in his tracks, turned his head and chuckled, "I said it, young master, this is punishment."

Cecil trembled, and the blindfolded head was raised tentatively, his trembling voice seemed to be exhausted.

"Why... do you want to do this?" Cecil lowered his head: "Don't you have a lover?"

Cecil's sudden question made Isri stunned again.

"spouse?"