The liquid without any taste was poured into his throat hard, and Zhao Siqing choked and coughed violently.

It didn't take long for Zhao Siqing's whole body to start to heat up, his cheeks were red, and a thin layer of sweat began to ooze from the tip of his nose.

She knew exactly what it was, the same feeling she had six years ago, if not more intense.

The man untied the rope in her hand, and Zhao Siqing slowly propped herself up and stepped back.

The man got closer and closer, and directly dragged her over and began to pull her clothes: "Why bother, in less than five minutes you will beg me to satisfy you, you can be obedient now and suffer less......"

Zhao Siqing bit her tongue tightly and tried to say something more.

But in just two minutes, her head was empty, and her thoughts were much slower.

The clothes were torn off two buttons, and the gauze skirt was torn off by the man with a few strips of cloth, and she was also thrown directly to the ground by the man.

Zhao Siqing closed his eyes, breathed heavily, and tried his best to restrain the emptiness in his body that was becoming more and more difficult to control.

The camera on the other side is still following, and in a whirlwind of the sky is a face similar to stockings, like a nightmare that can't be broken.

The laughter was like that of the devil, and his eyes were full of interest and excitement.

With his increasingly weak body, Zhao Siqing could hardly tell whether this was now or six years ago, and only the hideous smiling faces were left in his blurred vision.

Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth.

Zhao Siqing bit her lip fiercely, and her fingertips trembled lightly and touched the steel pipe that a man had thrown on the ground before.

When the man's hand reached for her clothes again, the plain white fingertips slowly clenched the steel pipe and smashed it against the man's head.

There was a muffled 'bang', and the man trembled slightly.

But in the end, Zhao Siqing has no strength at all, and men have always licked blood from the knife, so there is nothing to do.

"Slut, toast and don't eat and drink!" He raised his hand and slapped her hard, and his eyes were a little more ruthless.

A hot pain in his cheeks, accompanied by a slight tinnitus.

The steel pipe was taken away, Zhao Siqing slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

This time, can't you escape?

She knew that they were so blatantly robbing people on the street, she knew that she was talking to Huo Jingchen on the phone before the accident, and she knew that someone would come to rescue her soon.

But her brain seemed to be rusty, as if she couldn't even do it with simple delay, but there was a desire to cater to it deep down.

She knew it was because of the drug, but even that it made her feel sick.

A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, and a strong smell of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Zhao Siqing slowly opened her eyes, her eyes fell on the man's hand that was pulling her clothes, and she didn't know where she got the strength, she grabbed the man's arm and bit it down fiercely, almost tearing off a piece of flesh and skin.

"Ah!! Slut! ”

The man let out a low roar and shook her off, his arm covered in blood.

Zhao Siqing was thrown far away, but the pain made her sober up a little, her eyes fell on the glass shards that burst into her thighs, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she slowly pulled out the inch-long glass.

Suddenly, the blood flowed like an infusion, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from the painful Zhao Siqing's forehead.

She looked indifferently at the approaching man, holding the shard of glass and slowly resting it on her neck.

Is it back then, Xiao Xi was even more desperate than her.

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