can't get what you want

When I woke up, my body was sore, I saw the red marks on my body, and vaguely remembered what happened last night.

Frankly speaking, although I was imprisoned before, I wasn't too afraid, probably because Li Zheqing looks too harmless, with a baby face, he always looks cute when he smiles.

Like a wolf, leaning on your side, retracting its claws and sharp teeth, only facing you with its soft belly, begging you to scratch its itch.

But I still hate his behavior of imprisoning me, I hate other people interfering in my life, let alone with such a ridiculous reason as love,

And after last night, I felt that he was no longer as restrained as before, and something that had been suppressed for a long time was about to move.

Li Zheqing opened the door and walked in. He saw that I was awake, put the dishes on the table, then turned around and went out, and came back with a suit of clothes.

I wanted to take it and put it on myself, but he half held me in his arms, and instead of giving me the clothes, he said to me, "I'll help you put it on."

I lowered my eyes and gave up resisting.

It has been like this these past few days, my food, clothing, and daily life are all taken care of by him, and he doesn't even allow me to do it myself, as if everything about me should be in his hands.

I can think of similar behaviors, that is, the noble lady takes care of her Chihuahua, chooses fine dog food, puts on beautiful little clothes, and takes them out as capital to show off.

The difference is that Li Zheqing won't let me go out, he made a nest for me, locked me here, and didn't allow me to leave.

They are all surveillance rooms...

I roughly simulated the monitoring range, and there is almost no dead angle.

It seems that there is no escape.

There was a sticky feeling on my waist, I flinched itchyly, and kicked reflexively.

However, Li Zheqing seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He easily restrained my legs, buried his head in my crotch, and hugged Xiao Shen who was still limp.

He caressed very hard with his lips and tongue, licking and sizzling, but I couldn't get hard, I just thought it was funny.

I'm not gay, and I don't have the ability to be in heat anytime, anywhere, let alone in front of someone I hate, how can I have pleasure.

He waited on me for a long time, probably because he knew that he was doing useless work, so he gave up and continued to give me cum, and instead bit the root of my thigh.

He bit hard at first, with a taste of venting anger. Before I felt the pain, he turned to nibbling and licking lightly. Before he left, he sucked out a plum blossom mark and continued down.

I was still wearing a shirt to cover my bruised hickeys, and now it was my legs that suffered.

He ended up taking my toe in his mouth and sucking it in his mouth.

He is a pervert.

The undisguised obsession I saw on his face made me want to vomit.

As soon as I thought that I was liked by such a pervert, I ran away screaming all over my body.

It's not the time yet, just wait for a while, and be patient for a while.

Before Li Zheqing left, he sighed and said to me helplessly: "Can you like me a little bit?"

I didn't answer him, and he didn't seem to expect my answer. There was a urging sound from downstairs. After he closed the door, I heard his footsteps gradually receding. After a while, there was the sound of a car starting.

I walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out. The iron door that locked me here gradually opened and closed again.

I took off my dressed clothes and went into the bathroom inside the house.

I didn't pay attention to it before, and my consciousness was not very clear when I came in last night. I only found out today that the wall I thought before was fake, and there was a huge glass mirror behind it.

My body was clearly reflected in the mirror, full of obscene red marks and teeth marks, and some places probably turned blue-purple because of heavy sucking.

I looked around the bathroom, found a switch covered by a waterproof box, fiddled with it a few times, and found that the ceiling had also turned into a glass mirror.

I played it a few more times, and after finding nothing else changed, I turned it off, went under the shower, and rinsed my body, especially where I was touched.

The me in the mirror is doing the same movements with me, with the same indifferent expression.

After rinsing, I wrapped myself in a bath towel, looked at myself in the glasses, and suddenly punched me.

I saw myself in the mirror shattered, and the shattered glass hit the ground with a crisp sound.

I felt that something was broken in my heart. I felt chills all over my body, and I slowly squatted on the ground, wrapped myself tightly with a bath towel, buried my head between my arms, and my body trembled with great sorrow.

I let myself vent for a while, wrapped my bath towel tightly, straightened up, and stepped on the shards of glass with my foot.

There was a tingling pain in the soles of the feet, but my heart became more awake.

The author has something to say: I would like to add that the protagonist here is acting.

The protagonist is not a little white flower, not so fragile.