Prison Building I

Ruan Chen took a group of famous doctors to Ling Luo's office, and after a few words in a low voice, he backed out. He didn't dare to look up at Ling Luo the moment he closed the door.

The master seems to be in a bad mood today, Ruan Chen felt a little distressed, but...

Stretching out his hand to stroke his hair back, Ruan Chen smiled lightly, everything will be fine soon.

"What's going on with his body?"

"Master Hui Ling, I really can't find out, all the indicators are normal."

Ling Luo sat on a chair in the office, staring at the bewildered doctors in front of him, and finally stopped being domineering.

His voice trembled slightly, floating in the huge office, it seemed a little empty: "Why do you keep getting thinner..."

A young and handsome doctor heard what he said, and stepped forward smartly and said: "That's fine, it's just a pet, Master Ling..."

With a bang, the other doctors stared dumbfounded at the colleague lying on the ground, puddles of blood flowed from his head, instantly staining the floor beneath him red.

The handsome young doctor died at their feet without even a last word.

One shot kill, clean and tidy.

"roll."

The rest of the doctors hurriedly picked up their tools and fled around, not daring to take another look.

Ling Luo stared at the man lying on the ground and the man's blood-stained body, and gently closed his eyes.

He didn't feel it at all.

Isn't he the most bloodthirsty and loves to make others bleed?Don't you like to take other people's life and death seriously and play with them to get pleasure?

Why did I feel nothing at all looking at the bright red blood of his young flesh/body?

Ling Luo couldn't figure it out, he felt a headache and wanted to go home.

In Ling Luo's life of more than 20 years, this is the first time he feels at a loss, but he has always been a person who lacks feelings. Maybe he will have to wait a long time, maybe a lifetime, before he can understand this feeling of panic, which is called regret. .

Jiang Lou was getting thinner and thinner.

He was sitting on the bay window with his body hugged, and there was nothing under his white clothes, as if there was no such person.

The anklets that were used to restrain him in the past have also grown a whole circle. They are worn on his legs and seem to fall off at any time.

Jiang Lou raised his wrist, there seemed to be no blood in the blue veins, pale and lifeless.

Looking at the white sheets, he suddenly remembered the first time he slept with that person.

He pulled his hair and pushed forward without even lubricating, and he was slapped a few times when he reasoned with him.

How painful...it was my first time.

I couldn't bear the pain and pushed him lightly, but he twisted his arms and pressed him behind his back, and the movements under him didn't slow down at all.

If you scold him, you will be slapped with a sneer, and if you resist, you will be tossed longer and more painful.

Proud, disdainful, pitiful, resisting... All kinds of expressions seemed to only make him want to fuck himself even more and tortured himself fiercely.

So in the end there was no expression.

But he is still not satisfied with this, let himself scream, let himself take the initiative to cater to... let himself be humiliated by him with a smile?Allow yourself to be grateful for his merciless rape/violence?

Jiang Lou touched his face, it was more round than before.

It's all an illusion.

He smiled lightly and walked down the bay window, dragging the heavy chains to move to the big bed, and tripped once halfway, knocking his head on the ground, it hurt so much, it should be a broken skin, Jiang Lou stretched out his hands and rubbed it , very strange, but this time there was no bloodshed.

Turning to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun was about to set.

It's time for Dr. He to come.