In the dark and damp environment, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground from far and near, Gu Weiyang curled up in the corner, and heard the sound of the leather whip hitting the iron door that made her frightened when she thought about it, and finally sounded on the door.

"Number 9532!

It's coming, it's coming.

Gu Weiyang stood up a little bit with his body trembling, his legs were trembling, like sifting chaff, his walking posture was crooked and ridiculous, and the sound of laughter echoed in his ears, endlessly.

She didn't have to look up to know how the women were staring at her, full of contempt, ridicule, and the devouring feeling of the upper part of the food chain against the lower strata.

"Hurry up, are you dead!"

Gu Weiyang obediently quickened her pace and walked out, her obedience did not result in exchange for making her feel better, as soon as the door opened, she was hit head-on, her whole brain was buzzing, and the sharp pain in the corner of her forehead seemed to be about to crack.

But no, there was just a bulge there.

When you go out, there is only the same dimly lit, damp and musty long corridor, and the slightest movement will be like a drop of water falling on the calm water, rippling in a circle, and the echo will often linger for a long time before disappearing.

Such an environment is full of a dull atmosphere of suppression and fear, and people are in a depressed mood all the time.

Gu Weiyang was beaten again.

This is the second week she has come in, and in half a month, there are countless scars overlapping the old and new ones on her body, often the old injuries are not healed, and the new ones have been superimposed.

She is numb to the continuous physical pain, and it is not very difficult to bear it, and it will pass by gritting her teeth, and what really makes you collapse is the mental torture.

No one was friendly to her, whether it was a prisoner in the same cell or a prison guard, she was the one at the bottom of the food chain in this cell, and she was only allowed to be trampled on.

The reason why she was beaten today was that she stepped on her right leg during morning exercises.

Such a ridiculous reason can also be the reason why she was abused, and at the beginning, Gu Weiyang would fight a little, and the justification was only a more serious beating.

Now she's learned to keep quiet.

"Why don't you follow the call?" the guard's whip landed on her fleshy back.

The salt-soaked whip became more willful because it was wet, and when it hit the flesh, it was a blood stain, and the salt water soaked into the blood along the wound, adding several times the pain of tearing the flesh.

Gu Weiyang's hands were hung high, her upper body was not wearing anything, several female prison guards sat next to her and judged her figure, and some even picked up their mobile phones to take pictures of her.

She lowered her head and wanted to hide, but a heavier whip came down from her back, and Gu Weiyang was in severe pain, and she instinctively raised her head because of the contraction of her back muscles, in exchange for a burst of laughter, mixed with all kinds of humiliating words.

"Oh my God, did you see it, she had pus on the left side of her face. ”

"It's disgusting, you said that if you put her two lips together, will she become a monster without a mouth in the future?"

At that time, her face was disfigured by Liu Yuan, and the prison did give her certain treatment measures, but it didn't play a big role, at most it only ensured that she would not be infected.

She didn't know what her face had become, and she didn't dare to look in the mirror, and listening to the ridicule every day was already painful for her.

Everyone looks down on her, everyone laughs at her for being a monster, everyone is trying to humiliate her, and there is even a game in the cell, that is, whoever can torture her to take the initiative to kneel and beg for mercy can be the boss of the day.

The whip fell, and when the prison guards were tired, Gu Weiyang almost fainted.

A prison guard next to her who was watching the excitement took a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and rubbed it roughly on her wound, and Gu Weiyang's heart-rending screams resounded throughout the corridor.

The inmates in the nearby cell knew that the faceless monster was being beaten again.

It's not because of the kindness of these prison guards, they are afraid of killing people and taking responsibility, and besides, there is always a little fun to pass the time in a long and boring job, such as torturing Gu Weiyang, which is the new game they are most enthusiastic about recently.

Gu Weiyang was put on clothes and dragged back to the cell.

Where the clothes can't cover it, you can't see any wounds.

Everyone unanimously agreed that it would not make her look like she had been beaten by a group on the surface, and if someone from above came down to check, it would not be obvious at a glance.

No one would want to look at her face a second time, and the inspectors who came through the motions would not be interested in studying her face that was more disgusting than a toad's back.

Returning to the cell is not the end of this round of torture, but the beginning of a new one.

The inmates gathered around, Gu Weiyang looked weakly at them approaching her with a vicious smile on their faces, and in an extreme trance, the faces of those people gradually turned into green fangs, opening the devil's bloody mouth.

"Don't, don't...... Help, please stop torturing me...... Please......"

Gu Weiyang was sweating profusely, struggling constantly, even kicking the quilt away, and the voice from his hoarse voice was rough and ugly, as if his vocal cords were torn and he was still forcibly trying to speak.

Rong Jingxian was startled and pounced on her and held her down.

Gu Weiyang's eyes kept rolling under her eyelids, she was delirious, and her mouth kept making slurred shouts, her voice was not enough to support her clear words, but Rong Jingxian could still distinguish a few phrases.

Help, don't, torture.

Thinking on her toes, she knew she was having nightmares.

What kind of nightmare can be so terrifying, Rong Jingxian guesses that it is probably related to her personal experience.

He didn't bother to study her tattoos, pressed his body against her, and repeated in her ear in a soft voice over and over again: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here with you, it's fine, don't be afraid......"

Rong Jingxian's patience was terrifying, and he didn't know how many times he repeated the same words, Gu Weiyang finally quieted down, and the violently rolling eyeballs under his eyelids no longer rolled around, and there were still occasional fluctuations, but his mood was finally stable.

At this time, Rong Jingxian also sweated profusely.

He stood up, continued to dress her, wiped off the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then stepped aside, his arrogant face was full of indifference and gloom, and the aura around him was depressed.

Finally, he pressed the call bell at the bedside, called the doctor, and briefly explained the situation just now, so that the doctor could give a clear explanation.

The doctor only felt his liver tremble under the high pressure of his cold aura, and carefully picked out some ambiguous words to tell him.

Rong Jingxian could hear that the doctor was just sloppy, and what he said was some nonsense, but he couldn't find any mistakes, and it was useless to listen to it for a long time.