Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

late at night.

At the door of the captain's dormitory of the ocean-going ship, two guards stood on the left and the right, responsible for protecting Luo Quan.

"It's been going on here for at least two hours, the captain is really awesome." One person gave a thumbs up.

"No, you don't understand. In many cases, the prelude is too long, and the real action is only a few seconds," another person said cryptically.

"Damn, is it true or not? Our captain..."

"Keep your voice down, don't you die?"

"Oh, how did you know about this?"

"I heard what the captain's former concubine said, but that concubine is already feeding the fish in the sea because of talking nonsense."

"Hey, what do you think they are playing in it? Can they play for so long?"

"Our captain, we have a lot of tricks. We played with a young girl who had just grown up before. It's a pity, such a tender girl."

While the two were talking, the door of the room was opened.

Lan Yan and Song Lingxiu came out, their clothes were disheveled, their exposed skin had traces of being tied up with ropes, and scars from being scalded with wax oil.

These are just the visible scars, and there are some traces hidden under the clothes.

Even Lan Yan, who had experienced many battles, was trembling at this moment.

Song Lingxiu was even more so, her eyes were empty, and the word fear was written all over her face, as if she had just returned from hell.

"Take them away"

Luo Quan's lazy voice came from the room.

The two guards looked at each other, and took Song Lingxiu and Lan Yan out of the dormitory.

Not long after leaving the dormitory, Song Lingxiu had recovered.

She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, letting the tears flow.

These two hours of experience left scars on her body and mind, and became a shadow in her heart.

But she couldn't cry.

She was afraid that if she made a sound, it would cause Luo Quan's dissatisfaction, and then she would be thrown into the sea.

Lan Yan could empathize, she hugged Song Lingxiu's slender waist, "It's all over"

"Lan Yan, I don't want to experience it again, it's too scary!" Song Lingxiu sobbed softly.

A doorman walking in front said: "The captain's women are basically disposable. Throw them away after use. You won't experience a second time."

"Really, really?" Song Lingxiu raised her head.

"Of course, anyway, as far as I know now, the captain hasn't spent the night with that woman, and he will look for that woman again," said the guard.

Hearing his words, Song Lingxiu instantly felt relieved.

It was enough for her to go through that kind of hell once.

Unexpectedly, Luo Quan, who looks so gentle, is such a pervert behind his back.

Two guards brought Lan Yan and Song Lingxiu into a room.

Compared with Luo Quan's bedroom, this room is much simpler.

Only one bed is placed inside.

No more items.

Two women walked into the room, Song Lingxiu looked around, and then asked the two guards, "Is there a bathroom here, I want to take a shower"

"There is no bathroom," a doorman replied with a smile, "And you don't have to rush to take a shower, you'll get dirty later."

"What do you mean?" Song Lingxiu was puzzled.

At this time, the two guards showed obscene smiles.

With so many people on this ocean-going ship, Luo Quan is not the only one who has physical needs.

-

Although it was late at night and he had just finished his work, Luo Quan still didn't feel sleepy at all.

He walked out of the room, walked through corridors, and came to the cargo warehouse on the lowest level of the ocean-going ship.

There are many crew members sitting or standing in the cargo warehouse.

Directly in front of them, a man was chained and suspended in the air.

"Captain" Huang Zhengye called out respectfully.

Luo Quan nodded, casually found a chair and sat down.

He looked at Zhang Yiming, who had become a prisoner.

One of his subordinates was waving a long whip and hitting Zhang Yiming's body one after another. Every time a whip fell, a bloodstain would be left on it.

There are not many good parts of Zhang Yiming's body at this moment.

"Why is he silent? Does it hurt?" Luo Quan asked.

Huang Zhengye replied: "I used to yell and scold for a while, but now I seem to be completely numb."

"If you're numb, try another way"

"Yes"

Huang Zhengye waved his hand, the whipping stopped, and then, one of them took out a cloth bag.

Unfold the cloth bag, and there are steel needles inside.

"Put him in the chair"

Several crew members immediately complied, and they put Zhang Yiming on an iron chair, which seemed to be specially used for punishing prisoners.

Just as a person was holding a steel needle and was about to walk towards Zhang Yiming, Luo Quan stopped him.

"Let me try it, I haven't done this kind of thing for a while, it's a bit itchy"

The man respectfully handed the steel needle to Luo Quan.

The latter took the needle, and the tip of the needle lightly pierced Zhang Yiming's nail without going deep.

"Are you afraid of death?" Luo Quan smiled.

"Bastard, if I die, I will drag your whole family to be buried with me!" Zhang Yiming's voice was weak, but there was still a ruthlessness in his tone.

"I've lost things like family a long time ago. What you said is of no use to me," Luo Quan said flatly.

"No wonder you are so devoid of conscience, you uneducated bastard!" Zhang Yiming continued to curse.

The steel needle inserted into the nail penetrated a few points.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Zhang Yiming yelled in pain, his whole body was twitching.

That kind of pain is like getting a wooden thorn in the toenail and then hitting the wall with the foot.

Life is better than death.

"Good scolding, young man, I'll give you a chance, if you beg me for mercy, I'll pull out the steel needle, how about it?" Luo Quan still had a smile on his face.

Insane smile.

"qnmd"

Even in the face of such pain, Zhang Yiming still did not give in.

How can a man be born between heaven and earth, how can he compromise!

"I also hope you don't ask for mercy, or the fun will be gone"

The steel needle continued to penetrate.

Every point deeper, Zhang Yiming's pain increased by one point.

When the steel needle sank a third of the way, he fell into a coma due to the pain.

But Luo Quan would not let him go because he was unconscious.

"The young man is really different, he can carry it for so long, wake him up"

One person brought a basin of cold water and poured it on Zhang Yiming.

There is also a lot of salt in the cold water.

The pain is more intense when the salt comes into contact with the wound.

Zhang Yiming woke up abruptly in pain.

When he woke up, he kept yelling at Luo Quan and greeting his family.

"It's quite tough." Luo Quan looked at him appreciatively, "By the way, do you want to know how the beautiful companions I caught you are doing now?"

Zhang Yiming, who had been yelling and cursing, stopped, and with murderous intent in his eyes, he asked in a deep voice, "What did you do to them?"

"It's nothing, the hospitality is very good, my crew members are so enthusiastic that they are sweating profusely now" Luo Quan laughed presumptuously.

"What the hell are you coming at me, let them go!"

Zhang Yiming struggled desperately, trying to break free, but to no avail.

They are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered on the ship.

There is only darkness, no redemption.

Death is a luxury.