The kidnapper honestly fulfilled all his promises. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The lights dimmed, and the luxurious room was dimly illuminated by pink and soft yellow lights, full of artistic conception that wanted to talk about it. The screen window leaks in the air, and the curtain on the balcony flutters, which is beautiful. Two glasses of red wine rested on the one-legged glass table, more than 20 candles were carefully arranged, and two lines of flickering candlelight fluttered weakly in the dim room, making the scene warmer than the proposal scene.

The kidnapper lit the candle and chattered: "So you're satisfied, right?" Well, the atmosphere is in place......"

Van der Waals filled his chest with rage, biting his mouth and muttering a vague curse: "FVCK!" FVCK!”

Why did you go to such lengths to make the room so exquisite, you're a kidnapper! Seriously, a bit of professionalism, bastard! Shouldn't kidnappers hold AKs, bite cigarettes and talk to hostages about ransom! What the hell are you doing, are you going to kidnap me or fuck me, bastard!

Van der Waals was eager to talk, he had too many questions in his mind, like a swollen torrent that was about to burst.

The kidnappers actually understood the word "FVCK", straightened up in annoyance, and shouted to the hostages in righteous indignation: "Hey, hey! I'm trying to improve my user experience! Except for the girl, I fulfilled all your fantasies for this night, right? So to be precise, I didn't completely ruin your vacation......"

"You kidnapped me! Now tell me this? The hostages thought hysterically. He angrily looked down at the rope on his body.

The kidnapper was stunned for a moment, scratched his face and admitted: "Of course, you must be tied, after all, it is a kidnapping, and I also have professional principles." ”

"You know the principles of profession! Then let's ask for money, negotiate the ransom and release people! The hostages glared at the kidnappers in pain, screaming and begging to talk.

"Oh, you wish I had taken your mouth ball, did you?" The kidnapper stretched out his index finger and explained earnestly: "I don't think it's necessary - I'm not interested in your money or ass, and I don't want to talk to you." Actually, you don't matter to me at all; It's important to me that you're gone. So I need you to sit here and enjoy the pleasure of bondage--it should be pleasant, I don't think it's the first time you've played like this-" The kidnapper was a little unsure, and made random conclusions.

"How can it be pleasant, you're not a half-naked bunny girl in high heels, tied up by you and happy to fart!" The hostage retorted bitterly in his heart.

The kidnapper continued to chatter: "You won't die, humans can go without water for three days and go on a hunger strike for seven days, I have seen your health files, and you should be fine for two days." The kidnapper put a box of stomach corning on the table and thoughtfully advised: "If your stomach is upset, just take two pills." ”

Van der Waals's tears flowed, he thought sadly, they all say that developing countries do not pay attention to human rights, a bunch of nonsense, you see how great China's customs are, the service quality of the kidnappers is better than that of the housekeeping company, this meticulous humanistic care is simply making people want to cry without tears! But what is his intention to improve the user experience of kidnappers so hard, does he still want to cultivate regular customers?

Kidnappers cultivate a fart customer base! Be sensible! Feed!

But Van der Waals could only slander in his heart with tears streaming down his face, biting the ball in his mouth, unable to speak freely. It made him worse than dead.

The kidnappers played music, and a soft and soothing serenade flowed out. The kidnapper clapped his hands, raised his head and looked around, and found that the entire Hao single room was rippling with the breath of Sichun, and nodded with satisfaction: "Candles, music, red wine, sets, all the room service you ordered is on board - you really know how to play!" However, I have met your expectations, and you will have to meet my little needs as well. ”

Van der Waals's expression froze, and he thought to himself: "It's coming!" His true purpose is about to be revealed! What exactly is he going to do? ”

The kidnapper walked over, bent down to look at the hostage's face, his eyes were gentle, and his fingertips stroked the hostage's face: "Fortunately, you look good, a little like me, it can be seen that we are destined-"

Van der Waals chrysanthemum tightened, his eyes widened, and he cried out in horror in his heart: "He really wants to me!" ”

He gazed at the kidnapper's face, a thin, sven face, with a well-groomed nose, thin lips pursed, two lines of thick eyebrows and eyes focused on him, a concentration that made Van der Waals's heart furry and his back shivered.

The frightened hostages suddenly began to struggle and writhe frantically, their heads shook wildly, tears flowed, and "woo" continued, if it weren't for the sex chair was tailor-made for binding play, it is estimated that even the chair could be overturned by the hostages.

Van der Waals hated the ball, he couldn't wait to negotiate desperately, and he thought about it: "Calm down, brother! It doesn't matter if you're a, I'll introduce you, tiger-backed, muscle-undulating, weak and polite, any taste can satisfy you! Don't me! ”

The kidnappers tried to comfort the hostages: "Don't panic, it doesn't hurt. ”

"It's not your chrysanthemum, of course you don't hurt!" The hostage thought in horror, struggling even harder.

The kidnappers had nothing to do, straightened their waists, dug in their pockets, and pulled out a syringe.

The hostage suddenly fell silent, staring at the syringe with wide eyes, pupils narrowing in fear.

The kidnapper asked curiously, "Are you afraid of injections?" ”

The hostage nodded desperately, thinking to himself: "Who the hell is afraid of injections, I'm afraid of anesthetic injections, I'm afraid of anesthetic injections!" ”

The kidnappers bargained: "Don't move, I won't give you an injection." ”

The hostage wept and thought, "You'd better give me a shot, so that I can wake up and have a nightmare." ”

Then the kidnappers saw that the hostages were desperately quiet, put away the anesthetic needle again, clapped their hands and laughed: "That's good, I don't want to give you an injection, this anesthetic is for sows, I'm afraid of killing you, and I have to desensitize you, it's troublesome to death." Don't move. It really doesn't hurt. Then he climbed over the bed, grabbed his suitcase, knelt on the bed and opened it, and found a mold.

The hostage watched intently, and he had to remember as much information as possible and provide it to the police when he called the police.

The kidnapper didn't care about this at all, he was busy for a while, and then he came over with the mold in his hand and said to the hostage: "Take a breath and hold it, keep your face expressionless, and you can't move for a minute." If you don't do it well, I'll have to give you one shot - the sow anesthetic injection has allergy cases and sequelae, and you are responsible for your own health. ”

The hostage swore in his heart that as long as he picked off the ball, he would hold down the kidnappers and scold them for three days and three nights.

Then the kidnappers began to popularize science: "First apply some Vaseline to you, so that you don't have to stick your eyebrows and hairs clean when you tear the mask for a while." Like a make-up artist, he carefully applied a creamy base cream to Van der Waals's face, applied a thin mask, and then poked his finger at the hostage's face and said, "I'm going to give you a mouthball, and if you shout, I'll call you 'Pig Sleep'." ”

The hostage gave in, and he nodded shamefully.

When the kidnappers removed the hostage's mouthball, the sharp tip of the needle pressed against the hostage's carotid artery. As long as anyone has a little common sense, they will know that the kidnappers will not choose to inject here, but Van der Waals was so frightened that he really gritted his teeth, his lower abdomen trembled, and he did not dare to move.

The kidnappers began to apply a plaster cast to Van der Waals's face, which became thicker and thicker, at least five centimeters thick. From beginning to end, the sharpness of the needle tip made Van der Waals's skin tingle, and he didn't even dare to breathe hard.

(To be continued.) )