【Blue Silver】Happy quicksand

Ichimaru Gin couldn't remember how many days he had been imprisoned in the [-]th Division.In this dark and deep cell, it is very difficult to distinguish between day and night.

Since Nie Yinmeng came to give him persimmon cakes last time, he hasn't eaten a bite.Nirvana Yuri would send someone to give him an injection every day, presumably it was a nutritional supplement to replenish energy and maintain life.

Although there are injections for maintenance, not eating real food still makes his body gradually weaken, not to mention enduring physical torture that intensifies day by day.

Nirvana Yuri's methods are refurbished every day, and he uses everything to the extreme.

Now Yin can finally understand what Nie Yinmeng said, "Master Nie has ten times and a hundred times more powerful ways to deal with you".

If the bamboo stick pricking his finger on the first day was still within the scope of his understanding, what he saw in the next few days was simply unheard of.All kinds of weird and painful tricks were used on himself, testing the limits of the body.

Pain, coma, numbness, sobriety... cycle after cycle, day after day, as if there is no end.

The thought in his heart is the last point of support when the body is dilapidated. Whenever darkness invades, the faces of Aizan and Xiaoshizi will flash before Yin's eyes, which are the last bastion of his spiritual power.

What Ichimaru Gin will never forget the most is a torture called "splitting".

The execution tool is a fishing line, the most common tough thin line, but it can give people unforgettable torture.

Nirvana Yuri wrapped the long fishing line around his waist and abdomen, and then ordered the two gods of death to hold the two ends of the fishing line and pull it outward.Under the action of brute force, the sharp and tough thread quickly cut deeply into the flesh.Yin thought that his internal organs would be cut off by this fishing line.However, when the fishing line had just cut through the muscle layer and hadn't reached the internal organs, Nirvana Yuri yelled to stop.

Blood gushed out little by little, and the severe pain blurred Yin's eyes.When he got used to it and regained consciousness, he saw Nirvana Yuri rubbing medicine on his wound.

Seeing his puzzled eyes, the captain of the [-]th squad told him with a malicious smile: "This is the best healing ointment, it works miraculously~~ Put this on, and the wound will heal tomorrow~~"

Yin no longer had the energy to argue with him, nor did he have the energy to think about what his intentions were.

When Nirvana Mayuri applied the ointment, she didn't take out the fishing line.Until he applied the ointment and left, the fishing line was still deeply embedded in Yin's waist.

Throughout the night, Yin was tormented by this thin line. He tried his best to keep still, as long as a small shake could make the sharp fishing line cut deeper, and the new pain would redouble.He sleeps and wakes up unsteadily. He often pulls the fishing line because he falls asleep and relaxes, and then wakes up with severe pain.

And the ointment that Nie Yuli put on seemed to have really worked. In the second half of the night, the surface of the stomach felt numb and itchy, much like the feeling of a wound healing at an accelerated rate.

The itching was even more unbearable than the pain. Yin couldn't help but want to scratch, but because he was bound by chains, he couldn't reach it anyway.He couldn't bear it and started to struggle desperately, but the fishing line in his stomach was cut deeper.New blood gushed out again and flowed to the edge of the wound, which at least relieved a little itching.He was almost grateful for the relief he had found by accident.

Yin knew that this method was tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he couldn't control it. The next time the itching was unbearable, he would twist his body in severe pain to let new blood flow out to relieve the itching on the surface of the wound.

The whole night of torture almost drove me crazy, and the cold sweat on my body wet my clothes again and again.

At this time, death seems so beautiful, but so far away.

Life is better than death, it's nothing more than this feeling... When the senses are gradually paralyzed, and the pain and itching are starting to move away from consciousness, Yin thought drowsily.

The next morning, when Nirvana Yuri came to the cell, she saw that the silver-haired Shinigami had passed out completely.

He grinned, the strong smell of blood in the cell was mixed with the smell of sweat, and the waist, abdomen and trousers of the prisoner who was being tied to the wall were stained with a large amount of blood.The contrast between the black and brown color and the white prison uniform is striking.

Gin was woken up by a bucket of cold water, and when he opened his eyes, Nirvana Yuri was looking at him with a smile.

"How are you feeling, Ichimaru Gin?"

"Well... I slept well." He forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, but lost his momentum because of the voice that was as angry as gossamer.

"Hehe, is that right, then it's time to wake up now, there is something I want you to see with your own eyes." Nirvana Yuri said eagerly, and pointed to Gin's belly, "The wound has healed, my medicine is good Bar."

Yin felt that the itching in his lower abdomen had disappeared, but the pain was still lingering, but it didn't have the overwhelming feeling of the day before.

He didn't look down, every tiny movement was a kind of torture to him now.He could feel that his wound had really healed, at least on the surface, it should have been dead, but the fishing line was still inside his body, growing together with the flesh and blood, and the part exposed outside his body was being captured by the person in front of him. man in hand.

He suddenly realized what the man was going to do, and the momentary instinctive fear made him almost want to stop him, but the unwanted "no" was stuck in his throat.

He knew that if he yelled out, he would be considered a loser.

Immediately afterwards, as expected, Nirvana Yuri suddenly began to pull one end of the fishing line forcefully.

The thin thread that had just grown dead in the flesh was pulled violently, twitching a little bit, and began to cut the flesh and blood in the body again.

In this way, Nirvana Yuri slowly, round and round, wound the tough and sharp thread out of Gin's body again.

The freshly healed flesh burst open again, the fragile muscle layer and capillaries were all severed, and blood once again overflowed from the perfectly cut wound.

Yin only felt that his eyes were going black for a while, and he subconsciously bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek, resisting the pain with pain, trying to stay awake, and for a moment, the smell of blood rushed straight into his brain.

This "cutting" torture was repeated for a few days, and the fishing line was repeatedly pulled into the body, then grew together with the flesh, and was pulled out again.The wound kept tearing, healing, and tearing again.After going back and forth for a few days, the brain's repair signal to the body has become confused. The cut wounds no longer grow together, but heal separately, and the body actively gives way to the fishing line.

When this strange situation appeared, Nirvana Yuri stopped this torture with satisfaction.

"Tomorrow, we will change to a new way of playing, so look forward to it~" he said when he finally took the fishing line.

Yin could no longer give any irony or provocation.

He no longer had the strength to do anything but breathe.

Pain is like the most powerful drug, weakening people's willpower.For a split second, Silver wondered how much longer he could last.