The days of eating soft rice in London

In an instant, bright light was cast into the dark cell.Oscar stayed in the dark for too long, and was suddenly shaken by it, unable to open his eyes for a while.

The heavy iron door creaked around its rusted hinges, making an unpleasant squeal. "Hey, buddy, how did you sleep last night?" A burly guard stood in front of the door, blocking most of the light, and asked the young man on the ground jokingly.

Oscar felt cold all over, and his mind was dizzy.He tried to sit up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to support himself.

"It's frozen like this?" The guard asked in a surprised tone on purpose, "It's okay, there is a big stove in our torture room, I think it will be better if you go there." After finishing speaking, the two people behind him agreed He let out a treacherous laugh, and seemed to have imagined in his mind the appearance of this handsome young man begging bitterly later.They came to Oscar, picked him up skillfully and rudely, and dragged him to the torture chamber.

"Let go," the erected person swallowed with great difficulty, his throat hoarse and painful: "I will go by myself."

It doesn't even sound like his own.

They ignored this young man who was in the middle of ice and fire and couldn't even walk. Once they entered the torture room, they tied Oscar to the stool.Immediately afterwards, the burly guard at the head sat down directly opposite him.

There was indeed a big brazier next to Oscar, but it was used for searing, because those iron molds with capital letters were still scattered around.The flames tore and danced wantonly on the coal, as if they were roaring silently.

"Don't be nervous, young man. There's nothing to be afraid of here." Another skinny guard put his hand on Oscar's shoulders, "However, I'll still advise you to plead guilty earlier to save time, and we'll end up strangling you anyway. Thin neck." He touched Oscar's neck with his shriveled hand like a bone, and the body of the person in the chair froze for a moment, and the coldness swept over him again in an instant.

Oscar braced his drowsy willpower and looked at the scene in front of him.

Terrified.

In this dark room, torture instruments of various shapes are hung on the mottled and fallen wall skin due to humidity.Because of the flashing fire, the huge shadow of the burly guard in front of him still shrouded most of the wall, casting a layer of terrifying haze.Whips of various lengths and structures, daggers, finger clips, "nine-tailed cats", and Oscar's pair of jaws that made his aunt's mouth bloody.He had already seen the power of this kind of thing, and even if he refused to give in, he was also filled with fear.

The leading guard took down the "nine-tailed cat" and squeezed it in his hand to show its firmness. Then he began to admire the young man's expression as if playing a prank.

Oscar closed his eyes, trying to hide the panic on his face, but the slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed him.

The guard walked over slowly, and hit his shirt with a few whips in the air.

In an instant, the shirt was torn, and the skin was ripped apart.

Oscar's lips turned pale in an instant, he suppressed the scream, and stood beside the brazier, sweating profusely in pain.

Immediately after the next whip was swung, Oscar's whole body trembled in pain, leaving parallel bloodstains on his back like a cat's paw scratching, each whip was unexpectedly knotted to increase the pain.

"Ah!" As the whip was drawn, Oscar's body kept trembling, and he was about to curl himself up into a terrifying arc.

He believes that the torture of this era will definitely become the most classic stroke in British history.

Perverts, all perverts.

"Hiss!" It hurts so much that I can't say anything other than this short syllable.

"Plead guilty or not?" Under the light of the fire, the guard with a shiny face looked extremely ferocious.

"Do not……"

Immediately after another more tortured whip, the blood mist behind Oscar had sprayed Lao Gao, and sprinkled on the ground that had long been soaked in viscous blood.

One whip after another, the guard raised the devil's killing tool in the air, and each time it seemed that he had used enough strength to hit it down heavily.

Oscar's face was completely pale as paper, and even those azure blue eyes lost their former luster.

After an unknown period of time, there was almost no complete piece of flesh and blood on his back, and his breath was only a breath that could not come out.

Oscar lowered his head, his hair was disheveled and covered his eyes.

Seeing his half-dead appearance, the three guards temporarily detained him here, and then went out.

He was left alone in an empty room with a bunch of hideous torture instruments.

This young man has a bad temper. After holding on for so long, he still refuses to sign the plea.But it doesn't matter, they still have new tricks waiting for him in the next round.

In the agony, Oscar began to wonder in a daze, should he not come to England, should he die with his parents in the famine in Ireland, maybe... should he give up all dignity and obey England's Good tradition, like his Miss Camille, also seek refuge with a man?

Even his little life was about to be lost, and he still had the mind to think about such things, Oscar suddenly laughed by himself in the chaos.

He continued to smile wryly to himself, this low-pitched laughter was very familiar, where had he heard it?

That similar laughter was what he had heard many times before, and it lies in the completely similar lights now, playing it backwards in time evilly.

Everything around slowed down, leaving only the smiling face of Mr. Louis under the dim streetlights.

The author has something to say: cuties should go to bed early and get up early. I saw that the two messages were posted at twelve o'clock yesterday.

In the future, I will try my best to update in the afternoon. I hope that I can go to bed early with everyone in the future, young people_(:_」∠)_