Xiao Xiangzhi, you people on earth really know how to play

The dungeon in the Ophiuchus military port is not quite the same as the normal dungeon.

The dungeons here are generally used to hold major fugitives, political prisoners, and important prisoners of the enemy.

The surroundings of the dungeon are pure white, the top, bottom, left, and right are half-meter-thick alloy walls, without even a single window. The only thing that communicates with the outside world is the prison door and the ventilation opening. However, even the ventilation opening is reinforced with dense small holes. Transparent glass is stacked layer by layer to strictly prevent races with the ability to change form from escaping.

Usually, you can’t see any other people or things except receiving nutritional supplements, and no one talks to you. After staying in this environment for a long time, people’s minds are easy to empty and collapse, and it is easier to tell the truth during interrogation.

On the cross in the prison cell, a man in iron-gray military uniform was firmly handcuffed in a large shape. His military uniform was crumpled, and the lining was so that the collar was opened to the neck, revealing two sexy and distinct collarbones.

His lowered head could not see his original face in the shadow, and his hair covered the upper half of his face.

The electronic lock on the cell door snapped open.

Morris came in, glanced at the man, and slowly closed the door.

The man didn't speak for a long time, his voice was very low and hoarse: "Morris."

Morris walked up to him without saying a word, pinched his chin with his white-gloved right hand and lifted it up.

Gunn's face was revealed.

There is a red mark of a welt on the right cheek that has not disappeared.

Morris pressed his white-gloved hand over the cut and said, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Morris's eyes sank, and he pressed his fingers harder: "It's just to make you hurt."

"It doesn't hurt." Genn chuckled, "Don't be angry, Stephenson told me all about it."

"Hmph!" Morris suddenly pulled out a soft whip and lashed Genn's body, a red welt ran across the collarbone to his chest: "What did he say?"

Genn wasn't annoyed either, there was only a little sting on his body. He asked in a low voice, "Where's the baby? When did you do it? Why didn't you tell me?"

Morris said coldly: "Destroyed, you don't want it anyway."

"Hehe..." Ge En chuckled, his handsome face was not haggard because of the past few days of detention, but his smile was even more touching, "You won't."

Morris looked at his confident expression and became even more annoyed. He said coldly, "I locked up your brother too!"

Genn was not irritated, but looked at him gently, as if looking at a child who was throwing a tantrum, and said, "Be good, don't make trouble."

Morris raised his chin arrogantly and asked, "Where do you get your confidence?"

Gunn said with a smile: "Because it's you, so... I'm very confident."

When Genn laughed, his brown pupils shone like they were crushing the stars in the sky. Morris' Adam's Apple moved up and down, and he opened Genn's shirt with a whip in his hand. The red marks are very attractive.

Morris leaned over, and the lips of the two were very close: "I want to fuck you."

"Yes." Genn smiled.

"Really?" Morris's voice was a little excited at the end, and he couldn't detect it unless he listened carefully.

"Well, use your back."

Morris gritted his teeth and said, "Gen, you just need to clean up."

As he spoke, he took out the remote control and pressed it a few times, and the cross turned into an electric chair for punishment.

Then Maurice started with the sauce, and he couldn't take it anymore, so Genn went with the sauce, and finally they went to the sauce together.

The author has something to say: escape with the lid on the pot