Guilty Records

Mary Roberts subconsciously caressed herself? The sideburns, the clumped hair was entangled together, as hard as a black stake in the dog days, and the face under the touch of the back of her hand was also very dry, and the bad touch instantly made her feel anxious and anxious. fear.

During this period of time, she deliberately ignored the problem of appearance. In the dark prison, a person who regards youth as life, if this face has a little decay, after more than twenty years of accumulation and maintenance, she will collapse in despair.

She was so frightened that she cupped her hands in her temples and touched her rough and dry skin. She looked at Louis Anjou in panic and shouted, "What do you want? What do you want? You can't kill me Don't dare kill me, so? You want to? Torture me? You're a freak!"

Louis' breath was as calm as the morning wind in the mountains and forests. He looked at the lunatic faintly sad, and then raised a secretive smile. Dozens of candles were lit, lighting up the entire dark room as if it were bright, and even the strands of hair? It was clearly visible that several men put a huge mercury mirror in front of her.

"No! I won't look at it, take it away!" She stooped her body and buried her head between her knees sadly.

Mary Roberts suppressed her curiosity and rationally advised her? She couldn't look at it, but how could a woman who cared so much about her appearance block her curiosity?She? Totally can't do it.

The next moment there was a shrill scream!

She knelt down in front of the mirror in an exaggerated way, and looked closely at the dark, rough and dry skin inside. She looked at the large pores and acne on the nose in disbelief. Messy scattered on the shoulders, even knotted hair, spots on the face more like a desperate middle-aged woman, how could she have the slightest bit of elegance.

Mary Roberts didn't dare to touch her face, let alone look directly into her eyes. She stretched out her trembling hands and carefully touched the woman in the mirror. The deep lines at the corners of her eyes looked like a country carriage had been run over by a rainy day. The road was covered with mud and the wheels passed by and brought up a burst of dirty mud.The corners of his sickly bruised mouth were covered with thick scabs.

The plump and drooping wrinkles at the corners of the forehead and mouth can be seen clearly without even looking at them. This is the case of an old woman who is sitting under the eaves and doing farm work in her old age. She is ugly and saltless when she gets old. She? Can’t believe this is me? What she looks like now!

"No! You lied to me, it's not me! It's not me!"

She stepped back frequently to avoid this mirror and escape from this nightmare. If she couldn't see it, it meant that this was not reality at all? The old woman inside was not her?.

In the past, she used heavy makeup powder to cover the spots on her face. Was she really so old when she was provided with rich clothes and jade food? Now she is trapped in a cage and tortured mentally and physically for dozens of days. Does she have no food? Her skinny face is sunken, like a woman It deflated as quickly as a ball, and was unbelievably haggard.

However, this mirror is very big, and it is clear and close to her? In front of her? Even if she?

Tears slid down her face and turned into black water, dripping to the ground. Strips of her dirty face were washed away, and they were still so terrifying. She collapsed and despaired at the same time.

Jia Lie is a native of the Lower Third District. He has never understood the obsession of these women. Even if there are scars on his face, he thinks it is a symbol of a hero, a man who dares to fight hard. He is very rough and does not care about his appearance , so? Seeing her? collapsed into madness now, she was a little bit tongue-tied, to be able to force an arrogant woman to such a point with a mere mirror.

He sincerely admired the boss.

When Louis Anjou came before her at some point, he raised Mary Roberts's face, and looked at her indifferently without any shyness about the difference between men and women. She was crying so? So ugly, so ugly , even when the dirty tears piled up in his hands, he looked at her silently and calmly? Crying.

Looking at Mary Roberts' eyes full of hatred, she finally gave a fatal answer.

"you're old."

There is no level, no level, as light as a ball of clear water.

Mary Roberts' pupils dilated for a moment, as if she had lost her soul, without the remaining ray of divine light, she stared stiffly into his eyes, subdued her hatred and killing intent inadvertently.

This is a pair of eyes that only young people have. They are full and beautiful like a shining glass bead. The blood flowing under the eyeballs is hot and sweet. Youth is fierce and crazy. Such things are integrated into the flesh and blood, so precious , Let the selfish she not want to take it for herself all the time.

Twenty? Ten years ago? She? looked at these immature eyes, empty and boring, but envious. Twenty? Ten years later, she? Looking at these deep green eyes, she was still envious, and the corners of her eyes were Wrinkled and uglier than cracked earth? Suffocating.

When was she? There was such a pair of eyes...

On the racetrack, the dignified lady drank the afternoon car and showed off her achievements to a group of women. This is the most beautiful and plump finished product of her three daughters. All aristocratic men flock to it and get what they want, " Little Mary, my proudest girl, do you know that the Duke of Lancaster has written to marry you?"

"I have no idea……"

She? Standing with an umbrella in the bright sunshine, enjoying the envy and envy of her friends, she lowered her head like a girl, she squeezed a handkerchief, "Mom, do you want me to marry the Duke?"

"Oh, my dear daughter, do you want to? Know that a large fief in the south belongs to the Lancaster family. I heard that he is young, handsome and handsome. There are many little whores in London who want to hook him up, but You are my pride, you have inherited the excellent lineage of our Roberts family in your body, go and give birth to him a son, all the glory, wealth and rights in the future will belong to you."

"Become the noblest duchess."

"But I..." She prides herself on being beautiful, and she is also very worried about the distant London. Her cousin Elizabeth married into the royal family a long time ago. She looks beautiful on the surface, but she knows that her cousin is often called by... Beating and humiliating, and sometimes being asked to satisfy both father and son at the same time, life is miserable.

Strict rules and requirements, even if you are beaten and domestically abused, you still have to greet them with a smile.

Madam Grace cut her off, "Baby? Yes, but this is your chance and our chance. This time, His Majesty the Duke personally wrote a letter asking me to marry you. You are so beautiful and smart, the Duke will Bewitched by you."

"Hmm." No worries. The girl smiled brightly. People around her gasped because of her beauty. She raised her head proudly, letting everyone admire her face. She was very young. I understand that this is her capital.

Before going to bed, my mother placed a cup of dark red milk in front of the window, and she drank it obediently. This is a habit that the family has had since childhood.

……

Life in London is not happy. The duke treats her with indifference. There are so many lovers in the lower three districts that even the ladies of other families have their hands. |The waste of venting, the idiot with an empty skin, the idiot who can't even understand sarcasm, the girl's feelings and longing for beauty are shattered all over the place.

She is a proud person, so she no longer cares about the duke even looking at him even more? I hate it, very much? Not to mention sharing the same bed, the years pass by like quicksand at the fingertips, slipping off people unexpectedly, and there is more on the white and delicate skin when washing. Said faint lines, she? Furious!

Broken all the mirrors in the bedroom, she? Kneeling on the ground and crying, her hair is scattered. She is no longer 16 years old, she should be proud of her beauty, but her heart is lonely and desperate, no? Some people understand her beauty, coquettish flowers are born in the valley and will wither if no one appreciates them.

Then why do you want to live in the world, not to mention that she is so proud, a shattered lens scratches her fingertips, but she can't feel the pain, and the bright red blood is flowing from her body , so red so gorgeous and so beautiful, just like her youth that never came back.

She was accidentally sent to hold her fingertips in her mouth, trying to keep her time. The familiar smell of blood erupted in her taste buds. It was so delicious and sweet. It was only when she realized that her mother had always given her a drink. .

is blood……

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, a round of crimson moonlight in the sky, the sound of heavy panting intertwined, the curtains in the room half covered this absurd feast, and the chaotic atmosphere rose higher and higher with the screams, like hot lava , It's so hot that people panic.

This is the norm in this luxurious castle, mixed with traces of sweat and ambiguous atmosphere on the satin. This is the daily activity of the duke, and in the end even the maids and slaves were mixed into it.

It was this kind of darkness that buried her whole life.

"My lord... tell me, do I look good?"

"pretty."

"Duke, you are awesome, let me always be by your side, okay?"

"My own sister is trembling for your bravery."

"You like our sisters so much, why? Don't you drive out that ugly, incomprehensible monster at home, and let us serve you every day..."

The answer was the young Duke's vague gasps and approval, and Mary, who was hiding behind the curtain, couldn't bear it any longer!

These descriptions of being ugly and incomprehensible are constantly fermenting in her mind. The city of London is the beginning of a nightmare and the end of her youth. Her eyes are flushed at the same time. Jealousy makes her? Confused brain, she hates , They want to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

Since these prostitutes dared to break into her house and tried to step on her head, why did she still swallow her voice!

Why do you want to humiliate your own dignity and beauty, and let these dirty and lowly idiots judge her?They are not worthy!He doesn't deserve it either!

Blood spattered the room, blood and brains were mixed and stained their dresses, the women screamed in fear but they were weak but couldn't get rid of this devil-like crazy woman, one by one fell on the carpet that was still moaning for pleasure just now, tearing The cracked head and neck were twisted, and the beautiful eyes were wide open, with fear still remaining.

This was an indiscriminate massacre. When the bright red blood warmed Mary's face, she felt an unprecedented new life. The long-lost pleasure stimulated her brain to be active and excited. Even giving them climaxes, they kept opening the main arteries of the corpse, feeling the blood baptism, and devouring raw meat.

"Bitch! Don't you want to stay here! I let you stay here forever."

When she was conscious, she only saw wreckage all over the floor, and the fearful yet admiring gaze of that handsome man by the wall.

She? Disdainfully discarded the dagger at his feet, licked the residue at the corner of her mouth, and heard the man's long-lost praise to her, with a strange obsession.

"You are charming."

Mary Roberts laughed. This was her life.

……

She used to have a beautiful face, and her skin was as smooth as white porcelain, but now her face has aged and become the ugliest and disgusting woman, withered and drooping and covered with wrinkles, like a leaf falling in a heavy rain, trampled by someone, crushed into mud, Mary Roberts was? he forced to look in the mirror, she? was screaming inside!

She doesn't want to see this look, that woman is not her?

Himself? Forever young and beautiful, the existence of the stars and the moon, Mary Roberts, the stunner that all men can't wait for.

She? Wanted to struggle, want to leave, even wanted to die for a few seconds, but Louis Anjou's slender, young and warm fingertips made her reluctant to escape. Something warm has become a luxury at this moment, she? Forced to look at myself in the mirror, clumsy and weird? It was an extremely difficult object to see.

This kind of old woman is an existence that she? used to? take it as food? She? would despise it. She? would dislike the smell of corruption in the blood, the meat tasted like bacon when chewed, and the bones were even harder to swallow.

Never? Never let her? Observe herself so clearly, calmly?

Louis' fingertips began to slide down her face, cold and critical, he walked slowly.

The author has something to say: Thoughts today: It rained so hard that I finally stopped getting stuck.

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