[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

"Absolute obedience?"

Just hearing the name, the psychiatrist turned pale with fright, and couldn't even restrain his voice from trembling: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yu was very satisfied with his reaction.

The dark brown pupils in those beautiful peach blossom eyes are close to ink, and at the moment there is a bright smile on them.

He stretched out the tip of his red tongue to the corner of his upper lip, and bit the psychiatrist's round and full earlobe, "Honey, there are many hungry zombies tethered in this room, and they are drooling and looking at you! You You must remember your master's smell, strictly obey your master's command, and find your master among the mouths of many zombies. Otherwise, those ugly and dirty things will grab your beautiful body and eat it! Do you understand?"

"Zombie..."

The psychiatrist cried out in despair: "Zhang Yu, please let me go, you can do whatever you want to me, don't play this, okay..."

"Baby, I want to play this right now, be obedient, I promise I won't hurt you! Huh?"

Zhang Yu watched the shiny black silk wrapped around his eyes wet with tears, and slapped him twice on the face with great interest. The force was not strong, but the meaning of humiliation was extremely strong. After the slap, he turned and left beauty!

After a while, his voice came from a distance: "Now, baby, obey the command and kneel down!"

Before the psychiatrist could understand what was going on, he suddenly heard a low-pitched roar from above his head, as if something was hanging upside down from the top of his head, and a claw curled up and hit his head directly!

"Zhang Yu! Zhang Yu! Where are you?!"

The psychiatrist couldn't see anything, he could only smell some stench and decay, which made him run wildly towards the source of Zhang Yu's voice, crying and roaring in fright!

In the end, he didn't take a few steps, and kicked a hand sticking out from nowhere in an instant!

That hand was cold and stiff, like an iron tongs with a strong bite, firmly clamping the psychiatrist's ankle, and dragging it violently!

Instantly dragged the long-haired beauty to the ground, and dragged her towards the depths of the darkness with brute force!

"what!!!"

He let out a scream, and instinctively wanted to reach out and grab something, but his hands were cuffed to the back of his waist, and his whole body was like a fish whose tail was caught by someone. He could only twist his waist and wriggle in the opposite direction, empty He kicked and pulled his hand desperately, but it was all in vain.

Soon his other leg was also grabbed!

"No!!! Help!!!"

Apart from screaming and crying, he was as weak as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and there was nothing he could do to recover.

It was about to be buried in the mouth of zombies!

"Damn!"

Zhang Yu scolded irritably, came to him quickly, kicked and dragged his zombie, pulled the frightened man from the ground, raised his chin high, and asked, "Didn't I ask you to kneel?" Is it down?"

The psychiatrist's legs were trembling unbearably, ignoring the rubbed skin of his naked body, he knelt tremblingly beside him, behaved like a dog, his cheeks had long been blurred by the torrent of tears, and he was sobbing hoarsely.

But he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick Zhang Yu's hand to please him.

Crying almost insanely: "Zhang Yu, no, master...don't play anymore, please, let me let you/fuck, okay? You can use any position you want...don't play anymore, I'm afraid... ..."

Zhang Yu's goal for this trip has been achieved.

I just didn't expect it to come true so easily.

He really wanted him to kneel in front of him and cry for mercy, say some vulgar and exciting words that he didn't want to say, take off his pants and let him fuck him willingly, instead of every time he did that kind of thing, he had to use force.

Obviously the goal has been achieved.

But why did Zhang Yu's always cynical heart suddenly feel an inexplicable pain when he looked at the beautiful woman who was crying into tears?

He pursed his lips, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and put his index finger into the trembling lips of the beauty, simulating some indescribable movement, "No way, Wu Zhide, the game hasn't started yet, so you can't do it?"

"cough……"

The psychiatrist retched non-stop by him, but he didn't dare to spit it out. He just nodded with tears, and had to try his best to please the man, tightening his lips and wrapping his fingers.

Zhang Yu was a little annoyed, he pulled his finger away suddenly, pinched his fair neck and asked, "Is it true that any man treats you like this, and you will sell your body to please them?"

The psychiatrist's body, which was about to collapse, was all centered on Zhang Yu's hands at the moment, and his waistline had collapsed so badly that his hips were raised high. He was as humble as a stray dog ​​wagging its tail and begging for leftovers.

Hearing this question, he thought hard for a while, and then answered hoarsely: "Not necessarily."

"why?"

"Not every man will treat me like this? If that's the case, I will definitely suffer the fate of eight lifetimes."

Zhang Yu almost didn't catch up, the stalk was stuffed up in his chest, he realized it later, and threw away the psychiatrist, "Wu Zhide, what do you mean, you met me because you had eight lifetimes of bad luck, right?"

The psychiatrist was thrown out by him for a long distance, the black cloth on his eyes was still there, and his hands were still handcuffed. He didn't know what was going on around him. He only heard the hissing and swallowing sounds of some zombies at a very close distance. , Another rotten breath poured into the nostrils!

He couldn't care less about the pain of being thrown, he stumbled and knelt in the direction of Zhang Yu, his fragile knee hit the cold and hard floor all the way, numb with pain.

It wasn't that he was unable to stand up, but that Zhang Yu had ordered him to kneel down, but he hadn't been allowed to stand up yet.

He was afraid that if he stood up on his own, this man would push him into the endless abyss again.

He was afraid, and finally learned to be good, and completely succumbed.

The moment the crying beauty's face was pressed against the man's trouser leg, the whole person collapsed completely, clinging tightly to the man's leg, constantly flattering and flirting, humbled into the dust.

"No, master, meeting you is the greatest honor in my life... I am your wife, you can play with it anytime, anywhere..."

……

Jiang Yuran was covered by several men in black and dragged forcibly into a modified off-road vehicle.

It was raining heavily outside the car window, and Jiang Yuran's body was covered with a lot of rain, which made him feel wet and miserable. The gauze in his left eye seemed to be wet too, and the anesthetic had expired, so painful that he wanted to scratch it.

It wasn't until he was thrown into the car that the group of people in black let go of him and held him in the middle from left to right. Jiang Yuran asked angrily, "What do you want to do?"

The man in black ignored him at all.

The young master became irritable, and tried to beat the two tall and mighty men in black to escape, but because his left vision was blocked, during the futile struggle, the man in black on the left elbowed him heavily on the back of his neck. Then the whole person passed out.

When he woke up, he was already lying on a cold iron push bed, his hands and feet were firmly imprisoned by metal chains, his original clothes were gone, and only a nearly transparent pure white gauze skirt was hanging on. Swing it down, you can faintly see the pink thong with a little bulge in the lace pocket!

The young Miaoman's delicate body is separated by a thin layer of hazy white gauze, looming, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off!

The gauze on the left eye of the cornea was removed, and it was gone, replaced by a pink gauze flower. The ribbon tied with the flower was slanted into the light brown soft hair, and a beautiful bow was tied around the ear and temple. , like a deliberately crafted exhibit for play and desecration!

Jiang Yuran struggled to open his exposed right eye, only to see the dazzling spotlight above his head.

Dazzling white light from seven or eight spotlights shrouded him, but the area that the white light could not reach was pitch black!

He struggled hard, trying to get the metal push bed back up and stand on the ground to escape, but the push bed was too heavy, and he tried his best, but the wheels only slipped slightly.

"laugh……"

There was a man's low laughter in the darkness, and not just one, but a group!

"Who! Who's where?"

Jiang Yuran tried hard to turn his neck, one eye was wide open, full of shock, his face was pale and bloodless, his lips and thick eyelashes trembled almost at the same frequency.

For the first time in his life, he felt that it was so awkward and weird to see with only one eye.

Shen Yanxu came out of the darkness surrounded by a group of brawny men wearing hoods and naked to the waist!

He is still wearing a pure white suit, and his hair is combed meticulously, but the inner shirt has been undone with two buttons, revealing a bit of a bony collarbone, a shiny silver necklace, and the pendant part is hidden into the shirt, like a romantic LSP.

He wore disposable medical gloves that tightly wrapped his fingers, and he pulled a small black leather whip on his fingertips. The strong men around him also held various adult toys, such as sticks, eggs, and electric shock gadgets , Strangely shaped brushes and the like!

Jiang Yuran squinted one eye, and the thick eyelashes trembled like a butterfly fluttering, but he pretended to be calm and asked, "Uncle, what do you want to do?"

"I said before, mother's debt is repaid! Little thing, what I'm going to do today is to play you to death!"

Shen Yanxu walked to him with a smile, raised his eyelids arrogantly, looked down at him, and lifted the translucent skirt with the handle of the whip, those deep eyes were full of playfulness and evil!

Immediately, he reined in the black whip in his hand, and raised it high, "Shua!" The whip mercilessly struck the young boy's snow-white thigh!

"what!!!"

Jiang Yuran screamed in pain, a raised red mark instantly oozes from the tender flesh of his delicate leg, the pain made him twitch all over, shaking the iron chains on his hands and feet desperately, trying to escape!

But all in vain.

Shen Yanxu turned his head and smiled at the strong man next to him: "Look, he's quite excited to hit him, his buttocks are twisted up, he's just like his mother, he's a natural slut!"

"Hahaha……"

The brawny men around burst into laughter, and someone immediately approached Shen Yanxu's ear, and asked enthusiastically, "President, do you want to feed him some medicine?"

"No, it's so interesting to feed the medicine. I like to watch him being tortured to death in a sober state!" Shen Yanxu smiled charmingly, raised his hand and gave another whip!

"Ah!!! You surnamed Shen, you old pervert, go to hell..."

"Little bitch, be quiet! You are too loud!"

"Shh!"

With this whip, Shen Yanxu lashed viciously at the young boy's open and closed lips, and a bloodstain was drawn out of his soft and thin lips instantly. The fragrant and sweet blood splashed like blooming red fireworks , and bits and pieces fell on the porcelain white cheeks and slender neck, shocking!