I cover up my sharp edge and come to you, not for your overwhelming attachment, but for your occasional glance back - BY Qiu Mo---
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In the dark night, the girl ran as hard as she could, but her legs and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't use any strength. Soon, two people whose faces they couldn't see caught up from behind, grabbed her arms and pushed her hard.
She was dragged forward, her body sliding on the rough ground. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She could only whimper like a deer in her throat, until she was dragged into the luxurious and dim hall, and her body was knocked down on the cold marble floor.
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The man in front of him was sitting on the elegant sofa and looking down at him. His slender fingers were shaking the bright red liquid in the glass in his hand, still showing his domineering attitude.
He stared at the trembling girl who was kneeling in front of him. Her palm-sized face was hidden under thick black hair, only her pointed chin was exposed. Although she was a beautiful woman, she was only seven or eight years old and had not yet
Get rid of the childish look on your face.
A cold voice slowly came from those thin lips, like a tight spell: "Take off your clothes and beat me."
The girl raised her head in horror, her beautiful big eyes full of fear, and she screamed loudly: "Master, spare me, spare me."
No one paid attention to her plea for mercy, and she was quickly stripped of her clothes. Her shameful naked body writhed and escaped under the whips.
The constant pain made her almost faint. Her nails scratched the marble floor beneath her, as if she wanted to dig in completely.
A pair of high-top black leather boots slowly approached and stepped on her two little hands without mercy. The owner of the boots, regardless of her struggles and shouts, grabbed the whip from the two men and whipped her hard.
A heartbreaking scream came...
Qiu Mo suddenly woke up from her nightmare.
She reached out and touched the cold sweat on her forehead. Her throat was dry, and her limbs were cold and stiff on the bed. It took her a long time to calm down to recover from this dream. There seemed to be an aftertaste of pain in her body, torturing her in waves.
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She sat up from the bed and lit the lamp on the bedside table. This was a habit she had always kept. She would not be able to sleep in a place that was too dark.
The water on the table was empty. She put on her cloth slippers and opened the door to fill the water.
The large corridor was quiet and dim. The door next door was ajar, and light leaked out from inside, casting it on the dark purple carpet at the door. Is he still working at this late hour?
Unknowingly, I had walked to his door, stretched out my hand to knock on the door, but hesitated in the air for a long time, and finally put away my pale and slender fingers and slowly curled them back into my sleeves.
"who?"
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