In the slightly dimly lit room, Mr. sat on a couch made of ferret fur, with short hair, the collar of his white shirt slightly open, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing his wheat-colored skin, and his face was expressionless, like a pool of lifeless stagnant water, but a turbulent undercurrent could be seen in his black eyes.

On the small table next to the sofa is an open bottle of old 1982 red wine, the blood red color is like a candle flame in the night, exuding a seductive fragrance, and the clear droplets are quietly placed in the crystal glass that has just been taken out of the cold room, telling the story of a bygone history.

Mr. gently pinched the grip of the crystal glass with three fingers, so that the temperature of his hand would not affect the red wine, and then slowly stretched it forward, as if to pay tribute to someone, and then poured it gracefully.

Red liquid poured down from the crystal cup and spilled onto a tightly bound delicate body on the ground, splashing the liquid as scarlet as blood.

This is a girl wrapped in black gel clothing, shiny black high-heeled boots up to the top of the knee, delicately restrained to outline a perfect figure, slender waist trembling in the black bondage, slender feet are also wrapped in it, unable to move.

In this airtight package, only a small opening in the mouth connects to the outside air, and through the gap, the red lips trying to breathe can be faintly seen.

"I was pleasantly surprised by your performance at the negotiating table, Nero." Mr. slowly put the empty crystal cup on the small table, his deep eyes stared at the girl under him who was bound by the gel coat, his right hand slowly stretched out, his fingers caressed the soft red lips through the gap in the gel coat, and said calmly, "But you should know, I don't like surprises." ”

Mr. picked up a remote control on the small table, and when the button was pressed, a delicate device sealed the only gap in the gelcoat, and it was a sadistic respiratory suppressor.

Having lost her source of oxygen, Nero was suffocated, but she couldn't even move her fingers under the constraints of the vacuum.

It didn't take long for the suffocating Nero's delicate body to begin to twitch, twitching and twitching, and he could vaguely see his tightly bound chest trembling and rising due to lack of oxygen.

Mr. calmly watched the suffocating Nero until his trembling chest barely rose and fell, leaving only the unconscious twitching of his delicate body, and then he pressed the remote control button again and unlocked the respiratory suppressor in front of Nero's mouth.

Nero, who was on the verge of death, was once again moistened by oxygen, and the air that suddenly poured in invaded her delicate body like a drug, and the strange pleasure of suffocation was like a tide, like a numb electric current that spread to every corner of her limbs, and her mouth kept wheezing: "Ha... Ha... Hah..."

No one could have imagined that the supreme leader of the Cross Church, the great Pope Nero II, would be bound in this extremely tight gel coat, as if she had become a puppet whose whole body was at the mercy of others, and even her breathing was controlled by others.

At this time, Nero had no believers as before, no loyal knights, nothing but Mr., who represented the supreme will of the Inquisition.

"This is not the first time you've used your body for the good of your country, Nero." Mr. snapped his fingers, and someone took a frozen crystal cup from the freezer, poured expensive red wine, he gently pinched Nero's red lips, and slowly poured the red wine into her mouth, without leaking a drop, before he said lightly, "But this time you crossed the line a little, and I need to give you a small punishment." ”

Mr. grabbed Nero by the throat, choking on the wine into her lungs, and pressed the respiratory suppressor button again.

The rich red wine tumbles in the body, and it may be a wonderful experience if it is in the right place, such as the taste buds in the mouth, but the liquid chokes into the lungs, and the alcohol rags like a fire between the alveoli, causing the respiratory organ to convulse.

Because the respiratory suppressor has been turned on, Nero can't even cough, the double suffocation of lack of oxygen and foreign bodies in the lungs has brought unimaginable pain to ordinary people, and the delicate body wrapped in a vacuum subconsciously struggles desperately, but he can't move, and can only be helplessly imprisoned on the ground and tremble.

"Do you like to listen to music? Nero? Mr. looked at Nero, who was convulsing with suffocation, not in the slightest face the insult of the ants, but more like catching up with an old friend, he waved his hands in the air like an artist, and said with some intoxication, "I like Beethoven, his works are very self-egoistic, like his own monarch, all the notes are as he thinks, heartily expressing his feelings and thoughts, without the restraint of skill and rhythm, without the intention of pleasing the listener, and empty-eyed self-indulgence." ”

The moment Mr.'s hands began to wave, the Ninth Symphony, which symbolizes the highest masterpiece of Ludwig van Beethoven's symphonies, pierces the space and goes straight to the climax of the "Fourth Movement" with the classical gramophone.

Magnificent and philosophical and heroic odes roam the room, and when the woodwinds slowly introduce the theme of "Ode to Joy", like a ray of sunlight breaking through the dense clouds and spilling onto the earth, after the cello and double bass play the theme, violas, bassoons, violins and other instruments pour in like a tide.

In Beethoven's musical ideals, Mr. is fascinated by it, waving his hands in the air with meticulous precision.

They fit together so well that it's hard to tell whether Mr. is waving along with the music or the music is playing with Mr.'s conductor.

And in this magnificent musical atmosphere, Nero's pain also reached its peak, her lungs had been faintly violent spasms and burst and bleed, dense blood foam crowded the entire lungs, but because of the suffocation of the gel coat, it could not gush out of the mouth, so it was forcefully restrained in the body, squeezing the alveoli and trachea.

On the trembling delicate body, the spilled red wine danced with spasms, and from time to time it slipped down like jade beads, revealing the ultimate different beauty.

I don't know how long it took, when Mr.'s hands were closed, all the vast musical notes were released like the Ten Thousand Buddhas, pushing the music to a brilliant ending.

Mr.'s face was full of intoxication, and his cheeks were as red as if he had just had an orgasm, and he seemed to be still immersed in the music.

At this time, Ophelia, who had been standing in the shadows, suddenly walked over, glanced indifferently at the intoxicated Mr., then looked at Nero on the ground, and said coldly, "She can't do it." ”

Mr.'s gaze slowly shifted to Nero at his feet, who had been making her final struggles a few minutes earlier, but at this moment, all movement had vanished...

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