Prison of Black Wounds

Prison of Black Wounds

Author: Shangxiase

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Abusing the body and mind, first abuse and then sweetness, the more abusive the front, it is entirely a personal interest in abuse.

It is a purely fictitious world view that has nothing to do with reality. There are gods, demons and all kinds of things.

No draft, no bottom line, write whatever comes to mind, name and character attributes are all written as soon as you think of it, so occasionally there is a discrepancy between the following text and the previous text, please try to ignore it, haha~~

Content tags: supernatural, magical, fantasy, sadomasochistic love, deep love and killing each other

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ran, Naser┃Supporting role: Long Yan┃Others:

"Have you ever seen a boy with a peony birthmark on the back of his neck?"

"Peony? What is that, I've never seen it before..."

This is a blood-stained murderer, its empty pupils are as dead as an abyss, and its hoarse voice is as cold as if it came from hell, as if half of its skin that has been baptized by the karmic fire of hell can hardly be seen, and it barely weighs it. The intact half is grayer than the corpse.

His slightly parted lips were always able to irritate Nassar effortlessly.

Naser felt that this man was not only his father's natural enemy, but also his own natural enemy, and he could easily tear off his calm mask with just a look.

Because that infinite hatred has nowhere to hide anyway.

The black spike as thick as a baby's arm in his hand was pressed against the ghost's navel.

He was very curious about how much pain it would take to break the indifference in the black pupils.

The other hand stroked his ruined left cheek very tenderly, with a gentle voice as if what he was going to do next was not something that would cause the other party pain.

"But they said that you burned the dense forest behind the black castle, and you killed the people who died. The poor Wushang old king finally told me after he couldn't stand the inhuman torture...you took possession of it. That boy, his taste... is beautiful, right? Huh?!"

His pale body trembled violently with Naser's paused voice, and the black nails squeezed into his deep navel with a puff, blood seeped from the wound with the rotation of his hands, and the bright red painted a coquettish stroke on the pale skin , it is a little trance.

Nasser squinted his eyes for a while, and at some point, he was attracted by the slightly throbbing skin on the navel side due to pain, and greedily kneaded the soft skin with his fingers.

What came from the fingertips was a coldness that was different from ordinary people, just like his ink-like pupils without any warmth - a real ghost!

"Um……"

The ghost's cunt drew Naser's attention back, but his eyes did not leave his pale abdomen. Naser's eyes were full of revenge excitement, and Naser felt that the blood in his body was draining as the blood flowed more and more. boil up.

Ten years ago, he never thought that he would be able to fight against this person who was on the same level as his father. He probably never thought that he would be captured alive by Nasser ten years later, right?

The blood of his clansmen, his father's anger, and his own hatred, how could he not let him bear it?

And that lover whom I have been thinking about for ten years...

The young man who promised him that he would wait for his return in the woods was the only purity in his life of killing, but he was ruined by this murderer who only knew how to hide under the mask and slashed ruthlessly.

At the age of seven, when the demon in black armor rushed into the palace with a blood-dripping sword and mercilessly killed his clansmen and relatives, he swore that he would kill him with his own hands.

However, the moment the long knife pierced his chest, he didn't want him to die.

Nasser clearly saw that there was a thought-provoking smile on the pale mouth exposed under the black ghost mask at that time.

Naser has been with his father since he was seven years old. He has killed countless people and stepped on countless corpses. How could he be soft on his enemies?So... Naser asked the doctor to find ways to revive him.

I still remember that when he opened his eyes, the astonishment in his ashen black pupils was really wonderful, but unfortunately, this excitement didn't last long, which made Naser extremely disappointed.

Natherhan took a deep breath, still exerting force on his hands, the slow pain would not fall, his pale abdomen convulsed and convulsed due to the push of the black nails, his breathing gradually became short, and his abdomen fluctuated and rubbed slightly due to his breathing Touching the spikes on the black nails will only make it more painful.

Nasser was very patient. He gently stroked the muscles next to the navel with his other hand, seemingly wanting to relax the muscles that were stiff due to pain, but it increased the pain of the other party.

Nasser leaned slightly and leaned into his ear and whispered: "Do you know how much I have spent trying to find this black stone? It was so hard to ask someone to shape them into nails, you have to bear it well, this is It's specially prepared for you."

"Um..."

I really have to admire Naser's patience and thoughtfulness. Each of these black stone nails has tiny thorns, and the sharp and sharp tips can pierce anything. The thicker it is, coupled with the feeling of being pushed in slowly, it makes life worse than death, it is better to penetrate the body in one breath. Of course, if Naser has half a sympathy at this moment, he may regret it in the future. One point less.

"Uh...uh...poof..."

In the end, a palm that gathered internal force landed heavily on the thin and weak navel of the man, but the strength was just right. The ten-inch long nail penetrated the back of the abdomen and nailed it to the cross made of ebony behind. The pain spread all over the body, and the pale body trembled violently after the violent shock.

The tightly pursed lips could no longer close after spurting out a mouthful of thick blood. The internal organs in his stomach seemed to be crushed by this palm. A large stream of thick blood continued to overflow from his mouth and belly button, and the severe pain eroded all his muscles. Will, with the wrists, ankles and navel being tortured, the struggle is futile, he can only open his mouth and gasp for breath, and close his eyes, hoping to endure this inhuman torture again. torment.

"Uh, cough, cough... um..."

The navel is already a bloody mess, the black nails are submerged in the heart of the navel that is gushing blood, every movement of the abdomen is a kind of torture, the hands and feet are nailed to death, and at this moment, it is impossible to even bend over or cover the wound with your hands , can only endure, at least reserve the last dignity for oneself.

"How about this?" Nasser proudly raised his sword eyebrows, raised his hand to pinch his thin chin, watched the blood gushing out of his mouth uncontrollably, and his mood suddenly improved, "You beg me... Say you are in pain, beg me to let you go, beg me to make you my dog, how about it?"

The dead black pupils were half-opened, staring at Nasser quietly. Before Nasser lost his patience, the corners of his blood-stained lips slowly evoked a faint smile.

boom--

Nasser clenched his steel-covered hand into a fist and sank heavily into his lower abdomen, instantly dispelling the meaningless smile on his face.

The force pierced through the back, and the entire abdomen was almost dented, and even the black nail stuck in the center of the navel protruded, and blood overflowed from the wound in waves, converging into a puddle of blood under the body.

Naser was not satisfied because of this. This person is obviously in such a mess, how dare he laugh at him?

And what I finally found from revenge was so quickly disappeared because of his smile, it was simply hateful.

He forcefully crushed his lower abdomen and withdrew his hand, and when the man raised his head and had no time to exhale, he hit the original place again, one punch, two punches, three punches...every blow was with all the strength, without any effort. He was merciful, and the last punch condensed a little internal force and hit him heavily on the left waist. His body tilted and pulled the black nail buried deep in the navel. The unbearable pain made Naser listen as he wished. There was a cry of pain other than a muffled grunt.

Throwing away the steel sleeve in his hand, Naser caressed his bleeding lips. Seeing that there was still no wave in his dead black eyes, he admired his endurance, and even began to doubt whether he was a real ghost.

"Here..." His fingertips slid across the wound on his right chest, and he said in a low voice, "It's scabbed over..."

Naser's long knife is white all over, it is a rare and rare magic weapon in the world, the length of the knife is 1.5 meters, blood will be seen wherever the cold light passes, and the width of the knife is fifteen centimeters, it is not ordinary to be pierced through the chest by such a sharp weapon It is not an exaggeration to call a person a ghost.

"Hmm...cough cough..."

The palm on his chest suddenly pressed down hard, the strength made him suffocate, and he coughed again and again choked by the blood stuck in his throat.

He is not a ghost, no matter how many people he kills and bathes himself in blood, he is still a human being with flesh and blood, no matter how much he can endure, he still has authority, just like at this moment, even the strength to raise his head is almost exhausted, He could only rest his heavy head on the ebony frame behind him, his half-closed eyes had no light or focus, but Naser was sure that they were looking at him.

"Oh, look at you, I was panting so hard just now that the nails are almost invisible..." As he said this, he pressed down on the navel viciously with his palm, and the body of the person nailed to the rack tensed instantly, and then Vomit a mouthful of blood.

Nasser deliberately said in a low voice: "This way we have to take it out and start over..."

Sure enough, the body under his hands trembled instinctively, and seemed to be trying his best to endure, even breathing became slow at this moment.

"Tsk tsk... are you afraid too?"

Approaching him, digging his fingers into the wound filled with black stone nails, the slow blood spewed out again, and the torn wound brought maddening pain.

"Ah...that's enough...uh cough cough...stop...uh...stop..."

The hoarse voice came to the ear with a trill, and at that moment Naser actually stopped.

If he hadn't nailed the man on the rack with his own hands, Naser would never have believed that this was the man who had terrified him, brandished a long sword and stormed all the way into the palace, even with his father.