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Ringing in the ear
The cold armpits washed over her body, and her heart was cold.
She lay on the ground in embarrassment, trembling and looking at the devil with the lotus head, he was still standing there, his face expressionless, as if looking at someone who didn't care about himself.
He was really angry, and she really regretted it.
Why run... She shouldn't run away.
The cold water hit her face and choked her nose, causing her to cough.
He Zecheng threw the thing in his hand aside, squatted down, pulled up her wet hair, and forced her to look at his resentful eyes.
"Master...Master, the slave is really wrong, the slave won't run, really won't run!"
She trembled and looked at him in fear.
The foot has been broken, how to run, now she can only ask him to let her go.
Let her go quickly, it really hurts.
Hearing this, He Zecheng grinned sarcastically, "Since I know I'm afraid, why did he run?"
Why make him sad.
Do you know how much he loves her.
She even dared to run, he wanted to kick her into his bones, couldn't she feel it?
From the moment he didn't see her, do you know how much his heart hurts!
"Yes... I'm sorry!" She was wrong, and she apologized.
But it was a joke to him, it was useless.
He Zecheng dropped her hair and said coldly, "If you dare to escape, you have to give me the consequences!"
He strode out, Lin Yin didn't know what he wanted to do.
It may be to get other things to torture her, or it may be to freeze her to death here.
She would rather freeze to death, stop coming in, let her die here.
However, all things will not go as she wishes.
As she guessed, those things in his hand came in, and it was not the hose that frightened her, but the needle in his hand.
Lin Yin began to shake her body unconsciously, and her eyes widened.
She was scared, she was very scared.
He Zecheng walked over and put the needle on the wash table. It seemed that he didn't plan to use it now.
He squatted down, turned her body choked upside down, and knelt on the ground.
"Kneel me down!" His harsh humming made her shiver suddenly.
"It's... Master."
She is obedient, just begging to end soon, when will it end...
Suddenly, the stinging Hou Chen was stuffed into the hose, making her eyes widened in fear.
"Master...Master!" She didn't want it, it really hurts! She doesn't want it!
"Shut up to me!" He Zecheng slapped her ass without pity, "All yours are mine, and you have to fuck me later, let you beg me!"
"It hurts... the slave hurts!"
The torn wound is not healed, and it is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
Stop torturing her!
ow.
The hose extended to the innermost point. He opened a bag full of saline and connected it to the tube. Those cold armpits followed the hose directly into hers.
Lin Yin knelt on the ground and saw her belly bulge at the speed visible to her inner eyes. Those armpits rushed into her belly frantically without any gap.
He is enema, giving himself an enema.
Lin Yin suppressed the urge to cry, and the feeling from his stomach grew stronger and bigger.
"It's up..." It's up really well, I really want to get it out.
She was lying on the cold ground with her upper body, one hand covering her swollen belly, just like being pregnant, he still refused to stop.
"Don't need the master! It's so up, the slave's belly will burst!"
Let her go quickly, it's really good, or it won't work.
He Zecheng turned a deaf ear, squeezed the bag flat, trying to get the salt water inside her belly faster.
A full 1000ml was stuck in her stomach with no leftovers.
The moment He Zecheng pulled out the hose, he directly blocked it with a soft plug. All the impulses that he wanted to excrete were blocked and he could not squeeze it out.
Her belly was like a pregnant woman for almost five months, it was bursting, and it was as if she couldn't breathe.
"It's so support...Master, it's really support!" She husky, pained.
He Zecheng patted her ass and ordered, "Stop it for twenty minutes, and hold it back for me!"
"Ah..." So painful.
Lin Yin was in a cold sweat all over, and without any strength, fell heavily to the ground, holding his stomach in pain.
She saw He Zecheng picked up the needle again and walked in front of her, like a devil's fear.
"No...no! I beg you!" She wanted to step back in horror, but she couldn't get any strength from her feet and didn't feel it.
She didn't know what it was, but it would definitely make her crazy and embarrassed.
He Zecheng squatted in front of her, his thin lips couldn't help but sneered slightly. He pinched one of her ankles and made Lin Yin stiff and his teeth began to tremble.
Fear... what is he going to do!
He Zecheng looked at her provocatively.
"Your foot is just misplaced and numb, and there is still a possibility of picking it back, but if you are not obedient, I will not pick it up for you, maybe, it will never be able to pick it back slowly."
The devil's voice rang in her ears.