Prison Building I

"I say,"

Jiang Lou shook his hair and looked provocatively: "Are you so hungry, do I just..."

bang!

Ling Luo grabbed Jiang Lou's hair and slammed it on the ground, once, twice, three times...

A large amount of blood gushed out quickly, struggling and clamoring to climb each other on Jianglou's skin.

Jianglou's consciousness was a little loose after being hit, blood seeped into his eyes, and he couldn't open them anymore.

Just when he thought he would be hit to death like this, Ling Luo suddenly let go.

Without support for his head, Jiang Lou collapsed to the ground.He swallowed, the smell of blood filled his mouth, and he suddenly felt very sad.

If he just died like this, then why would he come back?

Thinking of this, his body reacted, Jiang Louqiang supported his consciousness and slowly squirmed and moved on the ground, rubbing against Ling Luo's feet, and hooked his white and slender legs up with all his strength:

"I'm not making trouble anymore."

Ling Luo lowered his head, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but when he touched Jianglou's bloody flesh and body, he was suddenly replaced by lust and fire.

Men, indeed, are visual creatures.

Ling Luo picked up Jianglou, carried him into the bathroom, unscrewed the shower head and pushed him against the wall, and pulled his pants open with his free hand.

Steaming hot water mixed with blood flowed down Jiang Lou's hair.

He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who was holding his neck, and slowly opened his legs to wrap around him as if to please him.

His lower body felt uncomfortable, Jiang Lou bit his lip and snorted softly.

He didn't like barking, never did.This kind of thing is torture, torture, and insult to him.

"Call, Jiang."

Panting heavily, Ling Luo rubbed his smooth back vigorously.

It is still an order that refuses to waste a word.

Jiang Lou smiled, leaned over and lightly licked Ling Luo's earlobe, which made him tremble, and his lower body became more violent.

Ling Luo picked up Jiang Lou and walked to the bedroom, pressed him face down on the bed, took out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer and threw them in front of him:

"Put it on."

Jiang Lou leaned forward, made faces several times, and finally picked up the handcuffs and put them on obediently.

"Lie down."

Ling Luo lifted his waist, put him in a kneeling position, rubbed his chest, and fucked him vigorously.

…………

Obscenity and obscenity sounded continuously in the bedroom.

Ling Lou fiddled with him over and over again, Jiang Lou was tossed and tossed repeatedly for more than an hour, his body was blue and red, and his head hurt badly.

Finally, he couldn't bear to rub his arm against the person on his body. Usually, at this time, it's almost time to end, not to mention that he was beaten up before, and his body was so weak that he couldn't straighten up.

But today, as if he was going to kill him on the bed, the man grabbed his arm with one hand and twisted it outward.

"pain……"

Jianglou gasped, his hands were still handcuffed in front of him, is this going to break his arm like last time?

"Let go...let go, it hurts..."

Jiang Lou burst into tears of pain, and his arms were lifted above his head in a twisted position.

"Jiang."

Ling Luo seemed very satisfied, got up and turned him over, put his face against his ear, exhaled softly, and his voice was tainted a little bit:

"You can't run."

Jiang Lou looked at his slightly flushed face, turned his head and wept silently.

"Didn't it be a good year?"

Jiang Lou's voice trembled a little, he felt very cold, and bent his legs to get back the warmth.

Ling Luo pinched his leg violently, raised his head and squinted at him:

"What's mine will always be mine."

Jiang Lou groaned in pain, and the tears flowed more and more.

Ling Luo let go of her hand and hugged him to sit on her body.

"Move yourself."

Jiang Lou moved his sore legs, straightened up, gritted his teeth and sat down.

Ling Luo's horrifying cock came in and out between his buttocks, each time lifting him up completely, and then pressing down hard.

The overwhelming pain swept over, Jiang Lou moved forward slightly with his eyes closed, and was immediately pressed down again.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

Jiang Lou was in so much pain that he couldn't cry, and he didn't dare to beg Ling Luo anymore, so he could only strangle his hands on both sides of the chain fiercely, so as to divert the throbbing pain in his lower body that was about to convulse.

That's how those strangle marks that couldn't be covered up no matter what.Day after day scabs, destroys, and never heals.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Luo narrowed her eyes slightly to stare at Jiang Lou's bloodless face, and suddenly kissed his lips.

Ling Luo didn't like to kiss other people's mouths, and she almost never kissed him when she was with Jiang Lou before.

Jiang Lou almost fainted and let him kiss him without any response.

Ling Luo carried him down, got up and walked to the bathroom, put him in the bathtub, turned around and turned on the shower head.

His fingers were dipped in water and he stroked his body carefully, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

This person, this body, is mine.

Every skin, every bone, everything, is mine.

The warm water glides over the body, and there are waves of warmth. Jiang Lou shrank his head and leaned back in the bathtub. It has not been so comfortable for a long time.

Although the body was in severe pain and the brain was in a semi-comatose state, the body's instinctive reaction was still very sensitive.

Ling Luo lifted his bangs, gently rubbed the row of small English letters with his fingertips, and suddenly smiled warmly.

If Jiang Lou woke up and saw this scene at this time, he might suspect that he was dead.

How could he show such a smile?

A gangster who kills without blinking an eye, a superior who never cares about other people's life and death, and a perverted bloodthirsty devil to the extreme.

Even if it is a smile, it will always be a slightly sarcastic sneer.

September 2017, 6 at 1 am.

Jiang Lou slowly opened his eyes, his throat was dry and his eyelids were heavy.

He wanted to turn over and get out of bed, but as soon as he moved his body, there was a tearing pain in his buttocks, with a **** numbness, like an electric current from his body to his heart, violent, merciless, devouring him, torment him.

I couldn't even get out of bed.

Jiang Lou closed his eyes, there were no more tears to shed.

Is it a punishment? However, he obviously broke the contract.

On my birthday a year ago, I handed over the ownership of my body to him, pure, innocent, and even a little disdainful.

For a year, he used his desire to send himself into endless struggle and pain like purgatory, trampling on his dignity was not enough, and it also shattered his heart completely.

"Master Jiang, are you awake?"

Yu Mo knocked on the door, seeing no movement inside, raised his voice slightly and shouted: "Master Jiang, the master said that you must come to his study within 20 minutes, the master has something to explain."

Something to explain?

Jianglou swallowed, and in the past year, he didn't even let himself out of the door. Occasionally, he would order someone to take him to the garden to bask in the sun when he came.

Kneeling next to his legs with heavy shackles on his feet, while swallowing his sex and organs, while enduring him to knead his body at will.

Jiang Lou moved his fingers in pain.

Can't get up at all, doesn't that person know?

bang!

The door was pushed open vigorously, and then a slightly provocative voice sounded in my ear:

"Tsk tsk tsk, how long are you going to pretend to be dead?"