canary in cage

Looking at the bruises on Cecil's body, Isri realized that he had overdone it. After the excitement passed, all that remained was regret.

Is he too fast? Cecil has never been exposed to this kind of thing since he was a child. He must not be able to bear it all of a sudden.

Isri rested his head on his hands, with a complicated expression, and remembered that in the bathroom just now, Cehir kept begging himself not to come over.

Looking at himself in those eyes, there was full of fear and fear, and the only trace of hatred was also suppressed.

But if I don't, Cecil will never know.

He wants to keep Cecil, he wants to lock Cecil by his side forever.

Isri raised his hand to caress the side of Cecil's face, rubbing it lightly, with a soft voice.

"Master, what kind of feelings do you have for me?"

When he first met Cecil, he felt that it was destined.

The young master born as the second son of the Kritis family is like a rose growing among thorns, stubborn and tenacious.

Looking into those blue eyes, it's like falling into the endless deep sea, making people sink and unable to extricate themselves.

......

"Isri, from today on, Cehir will be handed over to you, please take care of him."

"Yes!"

The young Cehir moved his steps and walked up to Isri step by step. Seeing this, Yisri half-kneeled in front of Cehir, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Master."

"Isri?" The young Cecil smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and raised his hand to touch Isri's face: "Isri...brother."

Isri was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly bent his body lower: "Master, you can just call me by my name."

Cecil smiled even more happily, stretched out his hands, and threw himself into Isri's arms: "Isri, you are so beautiful!"

Isri froze and didn't dare to move, allowing Cehir to hold her like this.

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

Cehir wanted to hold Isri's hand, but after all, Isri's hand was too big, so Cehir could only hold Isri's little finger.

"Isri, take me outside."

"Yes, sir."

......

Isri moved his hands away, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at Cehir from top to bottom, and sighed softly between his lips.

On the contrary, he grew up and became disobedient.

Cecil was woken up by hunger, and it was already afternoon when he opened his eyes. The drowsiness in his body had almost disappeared, but the pain hadn't disappeared yet.

The moment he saw Isri, before Cehir opened his mouth, Isri spoke first.

"Master, don't be afraid, I won't do anything."

When these words were said, Cehir felt relieved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and lay motionless on the bed.

"Master, what do you want to eat?" Isri asked as he got up.

Cecil didn't speak, he even found it difficult to move the corners of his mouth, Isri didn't think so, nodded slightly, turned around and walked out.

Watching Isri close the door, Cehir closed his eyes again, and his breathing became heavier.

Are you going to be locked up here forever?

Why did he escape in the first place?

Cecil only felt that the nerves in his head were intertwined, constantly tearing at the only consciousness.

The severe pain in his body still told him that if he was running away, Isri would never let him go, and he would even get worse.

Cecil let out a breath, turned his head and looked out of the window, and there were a few birds standing on the branches with branches in their beaks.

I don't know how long I was in a daze. When Isri opened the door, Cehir didn't notice it. It wasn't until Isri pushed the dining car in front of him that Cehir moved a few times without a trace.

"Master, it's time to eat."

Isri leaned over to help Cecil, but Cecil opened his mouth in panic, "I can get up by myself."

Isri's hand stopped in mid-air, and he raised his eyebrows: "Okay, master."

After finishing speaking, he stood by and waited for Cecil to sit up from the bed.

It was originally a very simple matter, but now it seems to Cehir that it is more difficult than reaching the sky.

Cecil propped up his sides, slowly moved his body, and propped himself up against the back of the bed as much as possible.

The whole movement lasted for several minutes, with thick sweat dripping from his forehead, before Cehir finally leaned forward.

Seeing this, Isri brought the white porridge on the cart to Cehir.

When Cecil was about to reach out to pick it up, he suddenly realized something, so he didn't raise his hand. The corner of Isri's lips smiled secretly, and sent a spoonful of white porridge into Cecil's mouth.

The stomach that has not eaten for a day is already about to be hungry. After taking a few big gulps, Cecil finally slowed down.

The bowl of white porridge gradually disappeared. Cecil turned his head and looked out of the window sideways. The few birds just now had disappeared, the sun had already set, and the only remaining sunset outside was as red as blood.

It was as if the petals of a rose were torn apart, and all the juice inside was sprinkled on the white clouds.

He grabbed his own rose, regardless of whether he was right or not, as long as he grabbed it.

Cehir turned his head, still not looking at Isri, and opened his mouth after waiting for a long time.

"Are you going to keep me locked up at home forever?"

Isri's tidying hands suddenly paused, and he looked back at Cecil with a slight frown, without saying a word.

Cehir closed his eyes, as if he had made enough mental preparations, opened his eyes, and met Isri's gaze.

"Isri, take me out, can you?"

Cecil used the word "take", and asked Isri to take him out, and he didn't want to run away.

It seems that in an instant, Cecil, who was a child back then, was not as tall as his waist, and he took his hand and asked him to take him out.

Isri's clenched hands loosened, he turned around, his eyes seemed to be a little gentler, and he leaned over to brush Cehir's hair off his face.

Cecil avoided Isri's hand almost instantly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

It was an instinctive reaction that made him avoid it, but after doing this, he regretted it a little. Isri's eyes once again returned to the previous indifference, and he straightened up.

It was at this moment that Isri suddenly had a thought that he wanted to make his god completely obedient.

Isri bent down again, and raised his hand to press Cehir's ear. Cehir couldn't avoid the other hand, so he could only let Isri pick up his hair.

The scorching gas sprayed beside the ear, instantly making Cecil's whole body explode like gunpowder.

"When the young master volunteers to do it with me, I'm considering letting the young master go out."

After finishing speaking, Isri did not forget to place a kiss on the already hot earlobe.