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In modern times, she is alone. Here, Wen Lin believes that she can still live arbitrarily with what she has learned.
But with such a group of people around, Wen Lin had a headache and couldn't let it go, but she couldn't think of a way to properly settle it for the time being.
But when Wen Lin finally figured out a more comfortable way of life, she got into trouble because of her carelessness.
When she went to the port to supply supplies in two months, Wen Lin got excited, and took advantage of the chaos to save a beautiful blonde with outstanding temperament.
Originally, she wanted to add interest to the sometimes boring life at sea, but Wen Lin never thought that she was bringing wolves into the room.
This is where the happy pirate career ends.
Since the rescue, the small broken ship has been frequently targeted by the Golan Royal Navy. With her outstanding command and combat ability and the use of familiar sea areas, Wen Lin took the small broken ship to escape many times.
The excitement of challenging the nerves every day quickly exhausted Wen Lin's patience. In the dark and windy night of the month, Wen Lin mercilessly invited the beauty off the boat.
Unexpectedly, there was an ambush in the port, and Wen Lin entered the Atta Tower like this.
Thinking about it, it's very frustrating.
Just when Wen Lin was distressed, the sound of neat and hurried footsteps suddenly appeared, Wen Lin's eyelids jumped, she opened her eyes abruptly, and looked out the door.
Judging by the sound of footsteps, there are at least twenty people, and the people behind the scenes are finally here?
The burning torch instantly lit up the dim environment, and a graceful figure walked in quickly, her winding skirts layered on the dirty ground.
She casually glanced at the environment in the cell, and finally settled on Wen Lin. There was no emotion in her blue eyes, and her words were ruthless, "I forgive your sins, the only condition is to surrender to me,"
"Should I call you Isabeth or Her Majesty?" After a few breaths of silence, Wen Lin's face numb from the torture flashed a hint of mockery.
"You're a smart person, I like it very much." Ignoring Wen Lin's indifferent attitude, Vicia looked down at her from above.
"I regret saving you. If I knew I should have left you gnawed in the sea, there will be no bones left,"
Wen Lin said with hatred, the originally calm blood seemed to be angered by Vichy's eyes looking at the goods, and an urge to press the person in front of her under her and teach her a lesson suddenly rose in her heart.
"You hate me?"
The sharp long eyebrows wrinkled with a slight arc, and the joy of successfully capturing Wen Lin was instantly diluted a lot. What Vicia wanted to hear was the begging and loyalty of the person in front of her.
rather than resentful provocation.
Before that, Vicia realized that she had to destroy Wen Lin's pride and stubbornness.
The sea breeze swept in the water vapor, and the thick lead-colored clouds huddled together, obscuring the only light outside the window.
"Antoine, bring the whip,"
The queen's neck was raised gracefully, and an imperceptible desire to conquer flashed across her eyes.
Before the maid of honor knew that the queen was coming to Atta, she replaced all the torture instruments with new ones, including the whip.
Newly made whip, strength and tenacity are at their best.
"You all go out,"
"Yes,"
The cell door was shut tightly, and Vicia walked to the wheel. Next to the plate, hold the handle and turn it slowly.
The iron chains hanging on the ground rang out, dragging little by little in the direction of the stone wall.
Her whole body was clinging to the icy stone wall, her hands and feet were open at the maximum arc, and the softest and most vulnerable parts of her body were forced to stretch out. The tight muscle lines and dripping sweat showed Wen Lin's embarrassing situation at this time.
"You can beg me for mercy at any time?" The Queen's expression looked extremely happy, and she was very patient with her favorite prey.
"It is my honor to be interrogated by the Queen herself,"
Wen Lin lowered her head and her answer was still cold, but she couldn't deny that, under Vicia's gaze, the wide open posture of the secret place made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
The humiliation that came like a tide made Wen Lin tremble slightly uncontrollably.
At the same time, the sense of urgency that the entire ship could be killed due to identity exposure at any time quickly calmed Wen Lin's anger.
She had to admit that the string called reason snapped the moment Vicia stepped here.
The recalcitrant pirate captain wanted to save people because of the color, holding the most honorable rose for this Golan, but ended up in prison in the end.
A very ridiculous talk.
The pain of being pulled on her body became more and more obvious, and the crystal beads of sweat rolled down her chin and penetrated into Wen Lin's tightly stitched collar.
This is a suggestive scene, Vicia approached with a whip and wanted to touch Wen Lin's cheek.
Turning her head to avoid her hand, Wen Lin said dumbly, "You can choose to let me go, or let me stay here and be hanged,"
"Death? Death is a kind of forgiveness at some point. If you are still stubborn, the warden will let you know of countless ways to live rather than die."
Vicia is threatening, she knows it well, sometimes harshly. Teaching is very necessary.
Showing no mercy, Ling Lie's sound of breaking wind came suddenly, and one after another, bright and gorgeous whip marks fell one after another, and scarlet blood gradually dyed the inner shirt.
Hearing the moan that seemed unbearable, Wen Lin showed no sign of asking for mercy.
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She didn't know how long she had been whipped, but Vicia watched Wen Lin almost faint from the pain, and walked past the soft throat that choked Wen Lin.
"Your crew is also locked here, and you are the only one who can save them,"
"I'm going to die, how can I take care of others?"
"I won't let you die,"
"Your Majesty, this is not up to you,"
Wen Lin panted lowly. Breathing, there is a good smell of fragrance.
Vicia suddenly brought her head closer, and put the tip of her nose on the hair on the side of Wen Lin's neck, sniffing the smell she couldn't refuse.
Like pine wine that has been brewed for ten years, the smell is slightly cold, like the wind passing through the sea covered by the morning mist, mixed with the fragrance of Lingling among the trees, slightly drunk but not intoxicating.