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Although Scar had warned herself before, she had her own thoughts.
Listening to the conversation of the three people outside, she knew that one of them was a butcher.
Is a strong butcher no match for a cripple who is nearly half a century old? What's more, there are two of them.
Therefore, she struggled desperately, and the iron chain made a metallic sound because of its shaking.
As long as those two people entered the room, he would be saved.
It's a pity that for half an hour, the metallic sound continued, but it didn't attract the attention of the person outside.
Until there was no more talking outside, the two people left.
On this day, Yuan Xiaofang completely angered Dao Scar because of her actions.
Like an angry lion, he roared and lashed her body with a thick hemp rope, and every time he lashed, there was a blood mark on the smooth skin.
"As I said, let you be honest, be honest. You are fucking disobedient. Since you are disobedient, I will call you obedient."
This time, Yuan Xiaofang, who was in despair, did not choose to remain silent. She needed to vent, to resolve the transition between hope and loss that had been pent up in her heart for several days.
Constantly crying and shouting.
This kind of crying and shouting eventually became the slogan of Scarface's whipping. The more crying and screaming, the more crazy the intensity of his whipping.
"You bark, I let you bark, even if you bark, it's useless to be a fucking bird."
The beatings continued intermittently, and Scar was tired from the beating, so he sat down to take a sip of wine, hummed a few ditties while sipping, and watched the woman crying over there.
When the woman yelled loudly from time to time, it stimulated a certain nerve in his brain, and with the strength of the alcohol, he stepped forward to twitch and curse.
Tired of pumping, I took two more sips of wine.
Gradually, he found a way to excite himself.
That is, the more a woman cries, the more f*cking froze her previously disobedient bastard becomes.
Damn, I never felt like I could feel like a real man at a time like now.
So, a new torture method came again.
This indescribable trick lasted from noon to night.
The woman gave up, the kind of torture that made life worse than death made her wish to die immediately.
But even death is a luxury for her now.
The pain of falling into the abyss made her have to start begging for mercy, begging this pervert to spare her, and she will obey him obediently in the future.
The man ignored the woman's begging for mercy, he was immersed in his excitement and couldn't extricate himself.
He smiled fiercely: "Sister, it's useless, you asked for it yourself."
In the long dark night, outside the wooden lattice window, in the dimly lit darkness, there is an evil color.
The man's purr was occasionally mixed with the hooting of an owl.
That ghostly voice made the night in the forest even more mysterious.
If everything has a soul, grass, trees, all creatures in the mountains and forests, are they mourning for their own fate?
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The fifth day.
Early in the morning, Dao Scar didn't know what he was doing, so he gave Xiaofang a bowl of porridge that could make people's shadows shine.
The porridge was supposed to be given medicine, but after seeing the woman looking like she was dying, she gave up.
But before going out, he still threatened Xiaofang.
"I'm working in the back of the house, you know it yourself, if you feel restless again, I will beat you to death."
Even though the door of the room was locked, the man was still worried and would run back to take a look after a while.
Compared with the previous two days, this day was a more difficult day for Xiaofang.
The windows were covered tightly with newspapers that Scar found. The whole room is airtight, like a steamer being roasted by a raging fire in summer.
It's just hot, the wound on the body is wrapped in sweat, it hurts and itches.
At noon, Dao Scar hurried back, covered in loess again, and it was only later that Xiaofang found out that this bastard was digging a cellar.
When he came back, without saying a word, he untied the iron chain hanging from the beam of the house, then tied Xiaofang tightly from head to toe, and stuffed that stinking rag into his mouth again.
? Turned around the house several times, and finallyXiaofang was stuffed under the bed and warned Xiaofang again.
If someone comes, don't make any noise, or he will kill her.
Having learned from yesterday, Xiaofang wanted to compromise.
But when those people came in the afternoon, they gave her hope again.
Police, this is the closest she has ever been to the police.
Although I struggled desperately and made as much noise as possible, I didn't attract the attention of the few people outside.
When she desperately wiped off the rag stuffed in her mouth and screamed desperately.
Full of hope, once again in vain, those people outside have already gone away.
Scar's dirty feet appeared next to the bed, and she was terrified in her heart, because she knew that she had once again angered the demon, and there would be another irresistible torment.
This torture didn't start until the night came, and the perverted torment didn't end until midnight.
This day was Yuan Xiaofang's twenty-fifth birthday, and this birthday was unforgettable.
In the hazy night, she began to have auditory hallucinations, as if she heard her parents singing birthday songs in her ears.
The next day, when a ray of sunlight came in from outside the window, she knew that she was still alive.
That night, she had a dream. She dreamed that she had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and when she returned to the door of her house, she was knocking on the door desperately.
But no one at home came to open the door, and the scarred face behind her chased after her cursingly, pulling her back to reality, and in just a moment, she returned to this stinking house again.
For several days after this day, no one came to the house again.
The only thing she can communicate with the outside world is in the early morning, when she can hear the chirping of birds outside the window.
Scarface works every morning, and when he comes back, he is always covered in loess.
At noon, I just took a few sips of wine, and then climbed into bed to torture myself.
In the evening, I went to work again, and when I came back, I was still covered in loess.
A week later, she was moved.
Only then did she understand.
Originally thought that Scar was still a diligent person, but it turned out that he had been digging the cellar.
Scar said: "I know you have always wanted to run, and this will completely kill your thoughts. On the day when you don't want to run anymore, you can return to the ground from the ground."
This is a cellar for storing sweet potatoes. The cellar is not big, but after so many days of digging, it is quite deep.
Standing at the bottom of the cellar, looking up at the sky outside the cellar, there is a feeling of looking at the sky from a well.
A dilapidated mat, on top of a pile of straw, is where Xiaofang lives.
Accompanying Xiaofang is the suitcase and the luggage that Scar brought back from school.
Scar is still busy, besides tormenting Xiaofang, he is digging holes.
The cellar began to be dug horizontally, every day, and he didn't know when he would dig it, nor where the cellar would go. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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