canary in cage

Cecil's eyes were instantly filled with panic, his body was shaking violently, and he stretched out his hands to push Isri's hand away.

But when he was about to touch Isri's hand, Isri exerted a little force on his fingertips, let go of Cehir after exhaling, stood up and prepared to get out of the cage.

"Clothes...clothes..." Cecil curled up and whispered, he didn't even have a covering on his body now.

Isri stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at Cecil, and said softly, "Don't worry, young master, I'll get it now."

In the golden cage covered with copper wire roses, the door is wide open. This door of desire is right in front of the bird's eyes. As long as he takes a step, he can escape again.

But this time, Xiaoniao hesitated, he didn't dare, his eyes seemed to be fascinated by spider silk, foggy, as if this cage was his final belonging, he should be here.

Cecil hugged himself even tighter, his clean body curled up in the center of the cage, like a sacrifice to the gods, and his bright golden hair was even more beautiful.

But this sacrifice is now offered to the devil.

"Master." There was an extra voice in the room.

Cecil raised his head slightly and looked at what Isri was holding in his hand. It was a pure white robe without any decorative patterns on it.

Isri half-kneeled beside Cehir, and stretched out his hand to put it on Cehir. Cehir was taken aback for a moment, and then his face flushed again, and he opened his mouth and asked shyly, "Where are the pants... ?”

Isri didn't stop the movement of his hands, and there was still a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were indifferent.

"Young Master, don't you think... this is good?" As he spoke, Isri groped down Cecil's waist.

Cecil was taken aback again, and wanted to back up, but was grabbed by Isri, and he cuffed one side of the silver iron ring to his ankle with his backhand.

"The young master is mine now, so it's better to obey me obediently." Isri locked the iron ring and put the key in his chest pocket.

"I'm in a bad mood now, so I hope the young master can be quiet for a while, otherwise I don't know what I will do to you."

Isri's eyes met Cehir's, and Cehir only felt a trace of cold behind his back.

After Isri went out, Cecil breathed a sigh of relief, lying sideways on the blanket, in front of his eyes were roses that would never wither.

The curtains in the room have not been opened, and there is no clock. Now Sehir does not even have the basic concept of time.

Isri knew that Cehir was a little afraid of the dark, so he left a warm yellow lamp in the room. The white velvet carpet on the ground was illuminated like the setting sun in the sky. The shadow of the cage cast on Cehir seemed to be shining Laugh at his current incompetence.

Snow-white robes, silver chains, imprisoned canaries, this demon's plan has just begun.

He is greedy for his god, and he wants to lock the god he believes in by his side and make it his own exclusive thing.

That poor and lonely soul, who can comfort him, the excitement of pleasure makes this demon temporarily forget the gap between himself and God.

Even if there is another gap, this demon will shorten him infinitely, using his own way!

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"Hello, is there anyone?"

As soon as Isri went downstairs, there was a knock on the door, and Cecil with sharp ears could faintly hear it. In an instant, Cecil sat up from the ground, lying on the edge of the cage, not even daring to breathe. Exhale.

Isri opened the door and jumped the gap, looking indifferently at the person in nun's clothes standing outside the door.

"Hello, is Your Excellency the Son here? Our church is going crazy." The voice of the woman outside was a little anxious, and her eyes were still looking for something inside.

Isri put on a face of dealing with people, tilted his head and opened his mouth: "I'm very sorry, beautiful lady, my young master is not here."

"Bang Dang! Bang Dang!" Just as Isri finished speaking, there was a sound above his head.

The eyes of the nun outside lit up, and she looked at Isri nervously: "Is there someone inside?"

Isri was still very polite, blocking the door with his body: "It's the other servants, what else do you need?"

Hearing what Isri said, the nun didn't have the nerve to ask further, so she sighed and turned to leave.

As soon as the door was closed, the temperature on Isri's face dropped to zero in an instant. He looked up and heard the noise on the second floor. The sound of his feet stepping on the floor was like a call from hell.

What is this poor little bird doing.

Isri pushed open the door, and saw Cecil sitting by the cage pulling the iron chain on his feet. Isri frowned and opened his mouth to ask, "What are you doing, young master?"

"what!!"

Cecil yelled loudly, turned around abruptly, looked at Isri with flustered eyes, and he was greatly taken aback.

"It's... a little tight, I want to loosen it a bit." Cecil said honestly, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.

Isri walked slowly to the side of the cage, squatted down, stretched out his hand to lift Cehir's chin, and slowly moved it down along the neck.

"Really?" Isri asked with his mouth open.

Cecil also frowned at this time, and broke away from Isri's hand: "Really!"

Isri looked at his vacant hand, raised his eyebrows, stood up and let out a breath: "Okay, but the young master seemed to have alarmed the guests just now, and the punishment still needs to be punished."

When Cecil heard this, his expression immediately became ugly: "What do you want to do!"

"Master, don't be nervous." Isri raised the corners of her lips, and the amber golden pupils were even colder under the warm light of the golden pupil.

"Master, I will cancel your meal plan from now on, unless..."

"Unless what?" Cecil asked nervously, grabbing the goose down on the ground

The shadow of the deacon standing under the light was writhing with its teeth and claws open, and the shadow of grinning and laughing kept mocking the poor bird.

Incompetent sacrifices, obediently submit to the feet of the devil, he will bring you endless enjoyment, he only needs you to be obedient.

But this little bird just wanted to break free from everything that bound him.

Isri raised the corners of his lips, and stared at the pair of faint blue pupils shaken by the candlelight with his long and narrow phoenix eyes: "Unless, you beg me..."

These words directly exploded in the brains of the two, one was fear, the other was excitement, and the desire stored in the darkness was finally about to break through.

"Crazy!" Cecil stared at Isri with his eyes clenched tightly.

Isri leaned against the cage, instead of being angry, he smiled: "Thank you for your compliment, young master, I like this title very much."

Cecil was trembling from the anger, his eyes were red from being suppressed, and it took him a long time to hold back a word from between his teeth.

"roll!"

Isri looked at the bird with fried feathers, and said provocatively in his tone: "I will wait, wait for you... Please."