With her hands clasped together by her backhand, balls stuffed with her mouth full, and a collar with a chain around her neck, Camila was stunned and tried to struggle.

This ring has the same effect as the spirit rope, and as soon as it is fastened, Camilla finds that the magic in her body is imprisoned, making her indifferent to how to mobilize it.

And the metal shackles on her hands, although the edges were wrapped in soft fur, were not something she could break free without magic.

The hollowed-out orb in her mouth made her cheeks bulge and almost fill her mouth, unable to speak, only to whine.

As for the strange collar, and the metal chain attached to the collar, it made her think of the dogs imprisoned by humans, or the poor women who were imprisoned by the legendary perverts.

In the blink of an eye, Camilla was shocked to realize that she had been captured by McGonagall again, although she did not have the shameful rope, but now this set of equipment made her feel even more ashamed and panicked.

This guy is really a pervert!

As a normal man, how could there be such a set of perverted appliances on the bed all the time, and every movement was so skillful, as if he had done it countless times.

"Woo woo woo ......" Camila tried her best to look calm, but she panicked in her heart.

"This pervert, what does he want to do to me?!"

"Does he want to imprison me here, as his RBQ?"

"Put me on a collar and a chain, does he want to take me for his dog?"

Countless thoughts flashed through her heart, she never thought that she would actually overturn twice in a row at the hands of a stinky man.

"It's not rusty at all." McGonagall was a little surprised at her skill, but as a dog lover, he did often put a collar on his puppy and take him out for a walk.

That would explain why he's so skilled, well, that's it.

Of course, as a gentle and polite gentleman, McGonagall's purpose in customizing such a strange set of equipment was simply to prevent wolves.

Sure enough, it came in handy tonight, catching a female pervert (bat) on the spot.

As for putting a ball in her mouth, the purpose is to prevent her from making strange noises during interrogation and disturbing the others from sleeping.

Although the sound insulation standard is customized by the system, even if you don't plug the ball, you don't have to worry about people hearing strange sounds.

The collar was made from a small section of the spirit rope that McGonagall had cut from Camilla's spirit rope last time, and it was a moral thing to tie the rope of a person and tie it to the neck of a person.

"I know you're panicking, it's okay, I'm not going to do anything to you." McGonagall turned on the bedside lamp and looked at Camilla with a smile, like the good boss who was gentle and kind to people.

Camilla looked at McGonagall's smile and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yes, this guy is just a restaurant owner, how dare he really do anything to her, she is Countess Bathory, the princess of the vampire clan......

"However, you seem to have broken the contract between us, we agreed that you would work in the restaurant for a year, and I will hand over the photo stone to you, and then we will clear the two." McGonagall picked up a leather whip from the ground and twirled it in her hand, "But it's been less than a day now, and what are you doing in my room?" ”

"Woo-woo-woo......" Camila tried to explain.

"You don't need to explain, these things have made your intentions fully clear." McGonagall flicked the whip in her hand, and a crisp sound sounded in Camilla's ear.

Camilla fell silent all of a sudden, not daring to move, not daring to make a sound, looking at McGonagall, this guy, almost slapped her delicate face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." McGonagall flicked the whip back in her hand and smiled again.

Camilla breathed a sigh of relief when she saw McGonagall drop the whip, it seemed that this guy really didn't have the guts to do anything to her.

McGonagall flipped her wrist, and a white goose feather appeared on her hand, slowly approaching Camilla, her smile gradually becoming perverted.

Camilla looked at the feather in McGonagall's hand and was slightly stunned, what did this guy do with a feather? Does he want to use this feather to bring himself to his knees?

Oh, ridiculous, dignified Countess Bathory, how could she submit to him because of a feather!

"Now you have two choices, first, nod your head, and swear in the name of your ancestors, that you will submit to me for one year from this day, and you will not be disobedient, nor will you try to resist; 2. Shake your head and accept my punishment until you nod your head. McGonagall looked at Camilla and asked seriously.

"Let me surrender to you, it's a dream!" Camilla glared at McGonagall and shook her head firmly, no matter what means this guy used to torture her, she would never surrender to him.

"Since you have no spirit of contract, I can only use some special means when I am forced to be helpless." McGonagall sighed and leaned over to squeeze Camilla's ankle.

"Hmm!" Camilla was startled and wanted to retract her legs, could it be that this pervert wanted to do that to her......

But McGonagall's hands were so strong that no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't retract her feet, and suddenly her feet were cold, and the high heels she was wearing were taken off.

McGonagall threw the slender hand aside, glanced at the white and tender jade feet and the pearl-like round and lovely thumb, arched a beautiful arc because of nervousness, and looked at Camilla indifferently and said, "Nod, shake your head?" ”

Camilla shook her head firmly, looking at McGonagall's eyes full of panic, she had heard of a pervert called foot fetish, could this guy be that pervert? What disgusting thing she's going to do to her cute little feet!

"What's the trouble?" McGonagall sighed, the white feather in her hand like a paintbrush, scribbling it over the soles of her jade-white feet.

"Hmm-" Camila's whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and her mind went blank for a moment, and then it seemed like countless ants crawling along the spot where the feather had just been swept by, and the crisp numbness made her body tense, and her gagged mouth could only let out a meaningless moan.

"It's up to you to decide, when you figure it out, just nod your head." McGonagall said flatly, feathers drawing circles on the soles of her feet, sweeping between her fingers from time to time, as if she were drawing a painting with a brush.

"Woo woo woo-" Camila felt that her mind was blank, thinking that her feet were being held in her hands by a man and played with wantonly, the itchy feeling seemed to be infinitely magnified, but her mouth was blocked, her hands were tied behind her back, and the ambiguous warm light made the sky not work.

Although reason told her that she must not give in to this guy, after ten minutes of feather attacks, Camila, who was soaked in sweat, finally nodded her head unbearably.

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