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The main story is part 75

The melting chains are called together, these sounds are known to the ears and are glad. This is the simplest sound of my limitation. This is the most difficult sound that he likes. The chain is enough for me to sit and it’s enough for me to move to the edge of the bed … This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

I use my hands to move my legs out of bed. They unconsciously lose consciousness and turn themselves as legs of the prosthetic legs of life.

I can see the hanging feet. One ankle is a bandage and there is a board that is located inside. The outer fingers are light ice. This suggests a dead body. Corpse is bright and full of blue color.

My other ankle circuit has something I can not recognize. The other end of the chain is not on the bottom of the bed, instead of the floor. There is a dedicated hidden loop on the floor, just for the chain …

The chain of my hand is the only one in this kind of world. Using the same method, we press the chain on the floor with a very fine small chain …

In every corner of each Sani, hidden in a small grid, like in this one, carefully discovering that every network has the same metal handle on it, a great space Look at the beautiful, keep the sky and raise a skrap and his head …

All are used to organize things …

“Ha ha ha …”

It indicates that the patios move freely to make a soundtrack that is audicious when they hit metal chains.

He made this room a few years ago. It only confuses me!

My laughter becomes softer and slowly runs to my chest. Sufficiently escapes to escape from my throat, I hear a sound that does not know itself. I think it’s probably …

Awful wind

My body is shaking and the white t-shirt I’ve been carrying is so clear that it’s too loose. I can touch my neck and feel some signs. My fingers lower and reach the high body. I am very weak, so I feel that I’m a stranger. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

I touch my chest, I can clearly see how much I have in my chest. I can obviously follow their shape …

“…”

I look at my hand. Sometimes I think of it. I just stayed on his side and I thought he could give him an endless request. I allow freedom for everything, for example, whatever it is, and I allow him to put as many chains as he wants. I open my body, hurt and beat me and shake me as he wants …

But I always underestimate my steam board and my commitment to the happiness I wish.

If I love her, whenever I see Cansheng free exercise of my sexual desire, have I always thought of myself? If I really love her, why can not you stop her? Why did I never leave my office and would like more

I want to sit with him as a normal person, and also kiss this pain and hurt. I want to take my hand and joke each other as ordinary people, not a simple dark room …

Do I really have too much unhealthy claims?

Do you have too much? Too?

And now? As before, do I still have the energy to find my aversion?

My nails are pale on my misty skin. My skates from above to bottom and from below to top …

I repeat these movements until he comes. The door opens, he stands in the light, he is tall, perfect, wild and cold stylish.

I cried with a head: “CanSheng …”

I answer that he approaches me. “Xi’an says you have to stay and stay.

I lower my head, I look at the cover, I see my leg: “It’s all the same.”

“Just the same?”

CanSheng grasp the cruelty. He puts the bowl on the bed table before he stands before me. He contains my chin and lifts my head.

“I can not walk even if I sleep, I can not walk even if I sit.

I look at him and my eyes stopped at the scars on his face …

“I will not let you leave the future”.

This phrase comes from his mouth as if shaking it, because it shakes words that I’m right clicking and saying that nothing is normal. I see his face indefinitely in the shade. Such trigger recognizes me in a broken position near.

“Ye Kang Shen”

When I say this, he pushes my body, but I laugh. “Why will you die in me?”

“Yes Sheng, do you know what I accepted when you went?

His voice is light and uncomfortable, I do not dislike it, but it’s cold as it blows the heart and bones.

“Catch and Eat Me”

He says: “No”

My neck was caught: “Do you think you can have died with me?”

I went out to take him away. Chains affect each other, some touch my skin, but it is not as cold as its words: “You never knew what I died for it.” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

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Main Story Part 75

The iron chains clang together, these sounds are familiar and a pleasure to the ear. It’s the most normal sound of my restriction. It’s his favourite and my most painful sound. The chain is long enough for me to sit up, and long enough for me move myself to the edge of the bed…

I use my hands to move my feet off the bed. They hang down like lifeless prosthetic feet, dragging down my numb conscious.

I vacantly stare at my hanging legs. One ankle is bandaged, and there’s a board inside to fix the position in place. The toes that are revealed on the outside are pale and ice cold. It makes me think of a dead person’s corpse, which is also pale and suffused with blue.

My other ankle has a chain around it, something that I can’t be any more familiar with. The other end of the chain isn’t the bottom of the bed leg, instead it’s the floor. There’s a special hidden buckle on the floor, just for the chain…

The chains on my hands are the only one of its kind in the world. Using the same method, it uses extremely fine, small chains to chain itself to the floor…

I frown and lift my head up, I carefully look at the large room and observe the clean, empty floor to discover that in each spot, in every corner there’s a small hidden grid like this one, and each grid has the same sized metal hoop on it…

They’re all used for chaining things up…

“Hahaha…”

I shake the foot that can still freely move to let the metal chain hit against itself and make a crisp sound that’s music to the ears.

He designed this room ages ago, just to lock me up. It’s just to lock me up!!!

My laughter becomes softer and I slowly curl up in my chest. Choking sobs escape from my throat, which is then followed by a sound I don’t even know myself. I think it’s probably a wail…

A soundless wail.

My body trembles and the white shirt I’m wearing slips off because it’s too loose. I touch my own neck and I can faintly feel a few marks. My fingers travel down and I reach my protruding collarbones. I’m so skinny I even feel like I’m a stranger myself.

I touch my own chest, I can clearly count how many bones I have in my ribcage. I can even clearly trace out their shapes…

“…”

I look down at my own hands. Sometimes I have thought about it. I’ve thought about just staying by his side like this and letting him make endless demands. I’ll let everything like freedom be whatever it is, and I’ll allow him to put as many chains as he wants. I will open my body and let him hurt me, enter me and break me as he wishes…

However, I always underestimate my stubborness and my determination to get the happiness I oh so desire.

Everytime I look at CanSheng freely fulfilling his sexual desires I always think to myself, do I love him? If I really love him then why can’t I give up my everything for him? Why am I never resigned and keep wanting more?

I want to kiss and hug with him like a normal person, not just this pain and gore. I want to hold his hand and tell each other jokes like a normal person, not this simple, dark room…

Am I really the one with too many unreasonable demands?

Do I have too many? Too much?

What about now? Do I still have the energy to seek for it unwilling like I did before?

My nail glides across the pale skin of my thigh. I glide from the top to the bottom and then from the bottom to the top…

I repeat these movements until he arrives. The door opens and he stands in the light, he’s tall and perfect, wild and coldly elegant.

I tilt my head and call out, “CanSheng…”

He replies as he approaches me, “XiYan says that you need to lie down and rest.”

I lower my head, look at the bed and then look at my own feet, “It’s all the same.”

“What’s all the same?”

CanSheng comes in holding congee. He places the bowl on the bedside table before standing in front of me. He grabs ahold my chin and lifts my head up.

“I can’t walk when I’m lying down, nor can I walk when I’m sitting up. It’s all the same.”

I look towards him and my gaze stops at the scar on his face…

“I won’t let you leave in the future.”

This sentence comes out of his mouth as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary and shatters the words I’m about to say right then and there. I look at his face endlessly enlarge in the shadow. Such a trigger drags my conscious to an almost broken state.

“Ye CanSheng.”

After I say this he pushes my body down, yet I smile, “Why don’t you just kill me…”

“YunSheng, do you know what decision I made during the days you were gone?”

His voice is light and carefree, it doesn’t carry hatred yet is so cold it pierces one’s heart and bones.

“Catch me, and then, eat me up.”

He says, “No.”

My neck is bitten, “I’m thinking, how can I make you become dead set on staying by my side?”

I reach out to push him away. The chains hit against each other and a section of it touches my skin, but it isn’t as cold as his words, “You’ll never see me be dead set about that.”

“It’s not that I can’t see it. You’re the one that’s never willing to give it to me.”

His body suddenly straightens up, his hands then prop up against my shoulders with great strength. Just like that, he looks at me. The anxiousness and anger in him emanates out of his long and narrow eyes and splatters on my skin, almost wanting to burn me…

“I’m not willing to give it to you?” I question back, “If I’m not willing to do that then I won’t let you torment me like this. Have you ever thought about what you stole and achieved from me…?”

I rip open the only piece of clothing on me and show him my naked body, “These scars, these marks, and the pain has never stopped when I’m by your side. If I wasn’t willing to be dead set on committing to you, then I would’ve just left before!! I wouldn’t choose to bear with it time and time again!!”

“YunSheng.”

His hand covers my chest, “What are you saying?” His fingertips glide pass my nipple, “This is the happiness I give you.”

“Haha, haha… CanSheng, if you can’t bear to kill me then make me go mad. That way I’ll have an easier time too.”

I reach out with my hands to wrap myself around his neck and I faintly smile. In that moment, I think I still have the possibility of going mad…

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