1:302 Trapped in Chaos (Part II)

When Arthur woke up, he found himself on a soft bed, with pink, silky sheets embroidered with gold and silver threads, incomparably luxurious.

Arthur screamed in his heart that something was wrong. He must have been captured by some unknown gang and imprisoned in this cell.

He got up, his head still hurting. It seems that he was hit by the unknown weapon, and he was concussed in his skull, and he is still dizzy for a while. It is also possible that the effect of poison is possible. His throat was indescribably dry, similar to the sweat pills he knew.

It is rampant that these unknown attackers dare to kidnap Arthur in broad daylight.

Parliament? That's the only possibility.

Arthur endured the sharp pain and dizziness in his head and reached for a weapon that he could use, but as expected, he couldn't find anything.

Not to mention that there are no weapons.

Arthur realized that he was naked and wore nothing but a pair of panties.

Moreover, this pink, with a red heart pattern, fancy panties, is not his. He must have been stripped naked by someone and put on something like that.

Unreasonable. What is the Council doing? If you want to kill Arthur, you should have done it a long time ago, but you are doing all this inexplicable fame? Is it to humiliate him before killing him?

Arthur's head was in sharp pain, and his mind couldn't run smoothly. The door also opened at this time.

A woman in black leather dress with a leather whip and a prom mask embellished with pink feathers walked in. The metal clasps on her body rubbed against each other and made a screeching sound, which added to Arthur's headache.

Arthur was nervous and hurried to find a weapon. There was no weapon in the room - he had to hold on to a pink lamp with one hand and shouted menacingly, "Who are you, what do you want to do?!" "Oh, yes, bad boy, the council wants me to clean you up!" the woman sneered and walked in with her ass twisted. She raised the whip in her hand and snapped, and her heels clucked as she paced artificially.

The leather whip was just an ordinary leather whip, and it didn't look like any enchantment on it, so it didn't look like a lethal weapon? And it was so slow that Arthur could easily dodge it- wait, was it poisonous?

Wrong. Oh no! Arthur remembered that he was dizzy now, and the poison on his body had not yet subsided, and it was indeed difficult to avoid such an attack. Will the council send this woman to kill him, and torture him with such tepid means until he dies?

Indeed, it was to humiliate him unto death. The council's heart is vicious enough!-

Arthur couldn't help but panic in his heart. Being humiliated is not a big problem, Arthur has been used to being humiliated since he was a child. However, wearing only a pair of underwear and dying under the whip of a strange woman like this, such a way of dying is really unbearable!

What should I do? Do you want to bite your tongue and kill yourself? So that you might be able to die with a little dignity

How the corpse will be arranged, how shamefully displayed in front of the world, that is another matter, but Arthur has no control.

Arthur was ready to die, and the woman had come to Arthur, her whip about to fall.

Just as the woman's whip was about to hit Arthur, the door was slammed open by a man, and Jaglove exclaimed, "You've made a mistake in the room, Catherine! I saw that Yaglovi was also wearing pink panties, but other than that, she was naked.

Arthur thought about what was going on. He was so frightened by the whip girl that he broke out in a sweat and began to sober up a little.

He ignored the whip girl and walked over to look at Jaglovia with a furious face, "You!explain to me what was going on!You colluded with the council and kidnapped me?!" His cousin looked blank: "What are you talking about?!" "Don't deny it! This woman is a killer sent by the council!" Arthur pointed to the whip girl in black leather.

"Huhuhu, cousin Arthur, your imagination is so rich. Jaglovi smiled lewdly, "Do you know what this place is?" "Some of the council's confinement facilities?" "No, this is—" Jaglovi muttered in Arthur's ear, and Arthur's face immediately turned red!

"What are you?!You brought me to such a place?!What purpose do you have?!Do you want to kill me here to hide my eyes?!" Arthur looked angry.

"Hahahahahahahaha, you're crazy!?How can you just kill and be killed!?How can this shijie have so many conspiracies!" Jaglovi laughed, "You accidentally drank Pasiva's liqueur, and your amazing amount of alcohol made you drunk in no time." We wanted to move you back, but your kid threw up all over us, and the three of us were all dirty. I had to come to this place to rest. "Oh, [as a last resort]?" said Arthur with a look of distrust. If your clothes are dirty, won't you go back to Fort Elsensen?

"Ahhahah. Listen, Arthur. Jaglovi put another hand on Arthur's arm, and said with a pretended familiarity:

"Then it's [adult playtime] for my cousins. I saw that you were still a pure baby, and I didn't prepare [surprise] for you. If you're afraid, hide in your room and don't come out, and we'll see you tomorrow, understand?" "And how do you explain this—" Arthur pointed to the whip girl beside her.

"Ahh I promise, she'll never bother you again. "You lock the door to your room and sleep well tonight." "The whip girl is here for you, isn't she?" Arthur looked purple-black: "Your interest is so strange (you pervert)." "Ahh

Before leaving, he leaned in and said to Arthur, "By the way, Cousin Arthur—you are terrible. "What's so scary?" "Hey, I took off my clothes for you, and Pashiva washed the bath for you, and we all saw it." His gaze swept down: "What a terrifying monster." Don't you feel tired of dragging such a heavy burden?" "It's noisy, pervert!" Arthur angrily slammed the door shut, locking it by the way.

Outside the door came Jaglovia's lewd laugh, his laughter mixed with the laughter of the Queen of the Whip, and faded away.

Arthur sighed. He was really tired.

He wanted to go over and lie down on the bed to sleep, but when he saw the luxurious sheets on the high-end bed, he had no intention of sleeping on them: he didn't know how many men and women had slept on them, and he didn't know how many people had polluted them. It's disgusting to think about.

Reluctantly, he took a clean-looking blanket, rolled it up, and lay down on the couch beside him.

Arthur, who was undressed and spent the night in such a complicated place, would have been laughed at for a long time if Bediville had known about it.

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Arthur fell asleep thinking about it.