Rebirth of Atonement

One whip, two whips—

Each whip made a sound of hunting, lashing down mercilessly.

Dong Zhihong didn't kill Feng Zhe immediately, unlike those cowardly and useless ghosts who immediately deal with those who get in the way because of fear, but like a wild cat that has caught its prey, it must first play with the poor prey and torture it to half-death. Then watch the prey struggle and gradually die.

For him, this process is also a rare pleasure.

Now Feng Zhe is only wearing a thin shirt and trousers, and there are tiny barbs on the tough black shiny leather whip. Every time the whip goes down, it almost hits his body directly. You can see the blood-oozing welts on the white shirt, and Dong Zhihong can hear the screams of pain that are almost crushed in his teeth every time he goes down with the whip...

He saw that Feng Zhe had nowhere to escape, he saw that Feng Zhe's hands and feet were imprisoned by chains that could never be broken, he saw that Feng Zhe subconsciously wanted to escape because of the severe pain of the whipping, but only the chains violently shook and collided. The sound was mixed with the suppressed pain.

The person who is usually high above the ground has now become a trapped beast at the mercy of others.

The usually magnetic and seductive voice can only be broken in this struggle and echo in this basement.

The more he heard Feng Zhe's pain, and the more he saw Feng Zhe's miserable appearance, the more excited Dong Zhihong felt.

He felt as if he were king, in control of everything here and now.

Just as he once dominated his poor wife.

Dong Zhihong's actions showed no mercy at all, until Feng Zhe's clothes were drenched with sweat, until the blood and sweat-stained shirt was tightly attached to his not-so-thin waist with tight lines...

Dong Zhihong stopped.

"Hands are a little sore." Dong Zhihong said.

He saw that the movement of struggling stopped, and the sound of screaming in pain also stopped. Now Feng Zhe has no strength to support his body, so he can only be dragged like a tattered body and barely sit on the ground, his breath is not stable. panting.

With his head down, he looked pitiful like a wounded beast.

Dong Zhihong casually threw away the whip in his hand, stepped forward and squatted down.

"It hurts?" He stretched out his hand to caress a shocking bloodstain on Feng Zhe's body that was exposed from the torn and open shirt. His thumb seemed to caress gently to get the bloodstain, and then pressed down hard——

"what!!"

Dong Zhihong heard Feng Zhe's painful voice with satisfaction, and saw the face that was naturally raised due to the severe pain.

The whip just now deliberately avoided this face, so apart from the dripping cold sweat, there were not many scars, and the eyes that were usually calm even when smiling were now moist.

"Obviously you don't have to suffer such a crime," Dong Zhihong's voice slowed down, and it sounded a bit consoling, but in fact there was absolutely no consolation, "you have to blame yourself."

Feng Zhe suppressed the almost fainting pain, and only saw Dong Zhihong's extremely aggressive eyes like a bloodthirsty beast.

With both hands, he forcefully tore off the obstructing cloth on Feng Zhe's shoulders, fixed Feng Zhe's head, and then bit down hard on the neck——

Like a vampire, like a snake, like wanting to bite Feng Zhe's carotid artery through the flesh.

Feng Zhe's body was restrained, and now he has no strength to avoid the pain from his neck after experiencing the torture just now, he can only tense his body and tremble uncontrollably.

Gradually, the unbearably painful gnawing turned into less painful sucking. The aggressive breath spread from the neck to the shoulders, and when it touched the wounds, Feng Zhe immediately turned pale with pain.

Men are aggressive, and the most intuitive manifestation is sex.

But that's just for normal people.

"To be honest, you are the type I like," Dong Zhihong's voice sounded in Feng Zhe's ear, low and full of desire, "When you are dead and no one is looking for you, I will put You take it home and bury it in the garden."

"Big brother hasn't come back yet?" Feng Qing asked as she went downstairs.

It was already dinner time, but Feng Zhe was not in sight.

"Maybe he is busy with something else." Feng Qing's mother said.

Feng Zhe said that there is no need to wait for him to eat during this period of time. He has always been very organized, so his family has always been at ease with him. Moreover, Feng Zhe is also an adult, and there will always be some private matters to deal with. Everything is explained to them.

"Ask the servant to prepare dinner. Your father is coming back soon. Go and wash your hands." She pulled the shawl and stood up.

"Okay." Although Feng Qing was reluctant, she had no choice but to agree. She turned around and dialed Feng Zhe's phone, but she heard that the phone was turned off.

Really just busy?Feng Qing looked at the phone, inexplicably worried.