In one room, the young man was lying on his back on the cold tiles, his eyes hollow and numb with pain.

The cold ground made him very uncomfortable, even on a summer day, the chill would run into his bones after lying down for a long time.

He turned over with difficulty, and there was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite, only a meter away from him, and his deep myopia did not allow him to see his appearance clearly, only a reddened figure could be seen, he lowered his head, and his eyes were full of whiplashes.

The man's method was very good, very well-proportioned, and the marks that fell on his body were like a symmetrical design, and he shook his head, his consciousness was very confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He tried to stand up, but there was an extremely sharp stabbing pain in his inner thigh, and he reached out and touched it, and it was a blur of flesh and blood.

Yes, the man tattooed on him.

She said it was permanent and would follow him for the rest of his life.

When the other party said this, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be happy.

Su Li only felt fear, and the chill spread from the soles of his feet. He looked at the name on his lap and trembled his fingertips as he tried to dig it out.

However, with just one touch, he retracted in pain.

He couldn't.

He is very cowardly, hating his cowardice on the one hand, and greedy for life and afraid of death on the other.

Su Li cried.

Three days later, Bo Qing arrived at the appointment on time, in a mountain villa hundreds of kilometers away.

There is no good feast, and this has been the case since ancient times.

Before she left, she tied Su Li to the cage, with a chain around her neck, one end connected to the cage, and food, water, sanitation and other supplies at her feet.

He squatted desperately in the cramped space, his eyes were red from crying, looking at the dog food at his feet, no matter how hungry he was, he didn't eat, he thought, it's good to starve to death like this, no longer have to be tortured, and leave the demon's control forever.

Su Li leaned against the cold iron railing, curling himself up into a small ball.

Time slipped away little by little, he didn't know how long he had been squatting, and suddenly a sound of opening the door sounded in his ears, and he subconsciously shrank into the corner and looked at the person in horror.

White shirts, suit pants, and cold leather shoes are not quite the same as I remember.

He looked up, and the person who came in was actually windless.

Su Li's head was confused, instinctively covering his body, but the man laughed sarcastically, and when he looked at him, his eyes were disgusted, as if he was looking at something extremely disgusting.

"Do you want to leave here?" He said.

The young man bowed his head.

Want to leave? Of course he wanted to, but could he escape? If he is caught again, will that person kill himself? Fear of Bo Qing overcame all thoughts, and he shook his head cowardly.

But I heard the other party's mocking laughter: "Sure enough, I was born to be a dog." ”

No, it's not like this, Su Li's body is trembling, he doesn't, he doesn't, don't talk about him like that.

The man said again: "The master can't come back in just a few days from this business trip, if you want to leave, I can help you, it will only be this time, do you still want to continue to do enough?" Shut up in this dark place all day? There is no freedom. ”

Su Li's nerves were very fragile and a little confused by the other party's words, he raised his head in confusion and muttered, "You really help me?" ”

"It's not that I want to help you, you shouldn't exist in the first place, it will hinder the master's plan, I can't watch you influence her decision-making again and again." He said with a secret jealousy in his eyes: "I've never seen her mess up with anyone, you are the first." ”