The breeze floated through the dark space, carrying a salty and wet smell, swaying the droplets of water that protruded above the narrow space.

Some of the water droplets willfully resisted the temptation of gravity, and they insisted on their attitude, and the plump transparent spheres, but they were able to stabilize their bodies, hanging from the tips of the stone stalactites, defiantly facing the whistling sound coming from the cave.

Most of them had no spirit of their companions, and they fell from the sky as if they were willing to fall, falling into the stagnant water of the small puddle below, splashing out scattered crystals.

The torches hidden deep in the wall suddenly lit up their vision, and they could see the tufts of red hair pouring down through the angle reflected by the small pool.

The breeze continued, and the water droplets did not stop, as if under the influence of the noisy water droplets in the quiet space, the bright red suddenly moved.

The girl was lying flat on the rough ground, her chest was rising and falling regularly, and the padded jacket on her body had already been slightly open, revealing a large white plump upper circumference, among which the sharp axe tattoo engraved on the left breast had a more intense contrast, which could easily stimulate the eyes of others.

The lustful torch greedily watched the seductive figure of the woman, swaying in the wind, making a "whirring" panting sound.

As if woken up by these annoying creatures, the red-haired girl twitched her fingers slightly, and there was a hard touch on the tips of her fingers.

Although the girl's eyes are still closed, the thickness from Mother Earth gives her a sense of solidity in survival.

However, the unusual pain in the back of her head soon took a dampen to the girl's happiness, and she struggled to get consciousness back into her control. The closed eyelashes trembled, perhaps because of the prolonged coma, which made her realize that she could not open her eyes freely for a while.

But this was only a temporary discomfort, she finally slowly opened her eyes in her efforts, and the dim and erratic light of the torch not far away on the side deeply stimulated the girl's uncomfortable senses, so that her eyes couldn't help but overflow with tears, and accumulated in their sockets, blurring her vision.

The red-haired girl tried to raise her hand to wipe her eyes, but she was surprised to find that a heavy force was restraining her actions, accompanied by a low, harsh metallic sound, and the strong noise kept irritating her eardrums.

In a panic, she forcefully opened and closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the liquid from her sockets that was blocking her vision.

However, the intense discomfort struck again, continuing to stimulate the girl's tear ducts, overflowing, and flowing down the outside of the corners of her eyes.

"Sir, sir!" the fluid flowing from the girl's eyes became more and more, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of the discomfort of her vision or the panic of the unknown, the girl could only close her eyes again, and continued to cry out into the darkness in front of her.

The expected answer did not appear, but was replaced by an unfamiliar female voice, arrogant, dissatisfied, and the girl looked helplessly at the stone stalactites protruding from the darkness above, biting her lips stubbornly.

"Yo, my little beauty, you're finally awake!" towards a thick Suren accent, the other party's tone was full of swishing expressions, like the greasy smell of long-term immersion in a honeypot, making the girl lying on the ground unconsciously squirm, trying to calm the goosebumps floating all over her body.

The girl turned her gaze to a darker location, trying to familiarize her eyes with the dim environment in front of her as soon as possible, who was coming, she didn't know, but it must not be the guy she knew.

"Little one, it seems to be quite stubborn. The sharp heels of his shoes walked slowly into the stone under his feet, and with the sound of a knife slashing on a blunt stone, along the ground, it passed through the eardrums of women.

"You should not hold a grudge, but you should thank me, little girl." ”

The girl laughed, shaking the iron chains on her hands and feet, and said into the depths of the dark cavern, "If this is your hospitality, then I should thank you indeed." ”

"You can't just look at the superficial things, why do young people always have this or that kind of frizzy problem?" Following the light of the torches on the wall, the deep shadow brought by the narrow high heels appeared on the girl's head, allowing her to clearly identify the gender of the other person.

The other party smiled, "If it weren't for me, maybe your situation would be even more miserable." ”

The other party's extremely delicate voice really made the girl dare not compliment, but the red-haired girl still fought with spirit and listened to the other party's remarks.

Then she asked, "Miserable, forcibly imprisoned in a secret room, what could be more tragic than this?"

"Yes, oh, you're too young, my lovely battle priest. The shadow of the other party twisted her waist and stepped forward in a peculiar posture, and a long soft object-like object was attached to her hand, which could not help but remind her of some special sexual fetish props. She continued, "You should be able to sell for a good price in the slave market, if you put it in the slave market. ”

"Do you think that Lord God Bane will allow you to do such a thing, I am a battle priest who serves him!" If Zhuge was present, he would definitely sigh, the girl still lacked social experience, and with such enthusiasm, it seemed more suitable for her to start a career called volunteering in society.

"Bane, oh, this is indeed Bane's area, but I don't think the Lord God of the Sun will have much time to pay attention to his followers, right?" the other laughed, adding an eerie atmosphere to the dark space, and she paused before continuing, "Besides, he, who has always loved chaos and evil, should be keen to see such things happen. ”

"Don't worry, he should put up a medal for you who are pious as a reward for those who have sacrificed their lives for his pleasure. The girl felt a hard object on her chest, which seemed to be carrying a cold body temperature, and slowly but surely slid towards the few buttons, and tried to break the cordon with violence. The other party thought for a moment and said, "By the way, as for how Lord Bane will treat us, this is not something I need to think about. ”

By the light of the torches, the back of the hand holding the whip was a light bright gray, but in the dim and visible light, it looked even more dazzling.

A hideous and delicate spider was climbing upside down, and from the girl's point of view, it looked more like it was about to climb down in the direction of her fingers, which couldn't help but make the girl break out in a cold sweat, because she was born with no affection for such insects.

For a long time, the spider did not move, except for the dishonest leather whip grip still exploring, the other party seemed to have a strong interest in herself, she temporarily gave up the action of continuing to investigate, and instead launched an attack towards the two exposed twin peaks.

The spider was just a tattoo like an axe on his chest.

"Rose—the spider goddess?" the girl flushed, her lips tightly closed, doing her best not to let the moans come out. She desperately resisted the physiological rush of pleasure, her hands clenched into fists, and her legs clamped unnaturally together, as there seemed to be some strange dampness spreading between her thighs.

The other party leaned his face over, and this gave the girl a chance to see the other person's appearance clearly—it was a delicate and clear outline like a carving, and if she didn't have that smile, she would be the target of many girls' dreams.

However, for men, she must be a natural nemesis. Under the influence of such thoughts, the girl couldn't help but think of the enchanting black-haired man, "In the face of such a woman, will he also give up his defense?"

"Huh?" the woman frowned, her knife-like eyebrows gently leaning towards the middle, faithfully reflecting the meticulousness of the other party's observation. She stopped what she was doing and muttered, "No, little one, what interrupted the pleasure between you and me at such an important time?"

"Pleasure?" It is undeniable that such a sensory stimulation is indeed unprecedented for a young girl in the nearly 20 years she has lived in the world. But being molested by a woman, a strange woman who is still imprisoning herself, is completely different from the frolic with Dolan.

The girl who had calmed down did not look at each other, and with a sense of physical emptiness that she had forcibly suppressed, she whispered to the dim overhead, "Because I don't like you." ”

"Oh, it seems that you have a heart, but so what!" but to the woman's dismay, it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could not find the satisfaction of the right talent in the girl, and she said with a slight sadness on her face, and said in a slightly cold tone, "You are such a stubborn girl, and you are pampered by the great Rachel Mother, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

The girl sneered, such an expression made the look on the mistress's face change from slightly sad to dissatisfied, and she said sarcastically: "After all, a fake trick is a fake trick, no matter what kind of objects and means you use, you can't change it, you envy the fact that men." ”

"Smack!" the angry leather whip smashed a stalactite beside the girl to pieces, and the tiny stones that flew out reminded her of the black-haired man protecting her figure in the white waves. She looked unflinchingly into the woman's eyes, the contempt in her eyes that greatly inflamed the indignation of Mistress Rachel.

"Like men, stupid!" the whip swung again, but this time it did strike the girl, leaving a crimson mark. The mistress bent down, and as the girl gritted her teeth and pursed her lips, the woman kissed excitedly the clearly visible, blood-red stripes.

Although she was dissatisfied with the girl's reaction, she looked at the other party's embarrassed face, and soon had a new idea. Mistress Rachel waved the whip in her hand again, but this time it made a clear crunch in the air. The woman turned her head and beckoned.

"Cecylis, get the man in my room ready. ”

The ghostly smile was clearly reflected in the girl's eyes, Rachel stuck out the tip of her tongue, licking the other's skin along the blood-red streaks like affection, and the mistress raised her head and said, "Let you watch a good show." ”