Mysterious Mountain Villa

Where am I? When I woke up, I found myself in complete darkness,

unable surrounded by the strong smell of medicine. What happened? I tried to remember.

I'm an orphan, raised alone since childhood, which instilled in me a stubborn and strong-willed personality. But God also bestowed upon

me stunning beauty, a fact I'm well aware of. Long, naturally curly black hair, fair skin, and

a captivating . I've never lacked admirers, but I've never been moved; those cowardly men, I never paid them any attention

. Until that day.

Because my paintings sold for a large sum of money, I decided to take a long vacation. Without informing anyone, I flew to

Turkey . Many men approached me, but I ignored them. I drank alone in a disco, enjoying the powerful

music. As the alcohol took effect, I decided to go to the dance floor and let loose. That day, I wore a backless long dress,

my hair flowing naturally, and an armband on my arm sparkling. As cheers erupted, I

danced with abandon on the dance floor. All the men were staring at me, except for one. The man was lounging on the sofa,

sipping his drink, oblivious to the fact that a very beautiful woman was kneeling before him. This discovery made me stumble

; I almost fell. Then he noticed me and raised his glass towards me. I glared at

him fiercely. Who did he think he was, treating a woman like that? I wasn't buying it!

That look left a deep impression on me; he was really handsome. Eurasian, with striking features, and

his clothes, though casual, were clearly expensive. He was sitting there, and I didn't know his height. He seemed to know

my guess and stood up, walking towards the bar. Wow, at least 185 centimeters tall. I lost my appetite for dancing, returned to my seat, and

sipped my drink, grumbling about that awful guy. Suddenly, everything went dark; someone had blocked the light.

It was him! I looked up, surprised to find him standing in front of me. I looked towards his seat; the beautiful woman

was still kneeling there, seemingly unperturbed, not moving an inch. He extended his hand to me, and I

looked at him coldly. He spoke, "Could I buy you a drink?" I noticed he was holding a glass of cocktails, which looked

colorful and delicious. I took the glass and gestured out of the corner of my eye to

his girlfriend kneeling there. He looked knowing. "Oh, that's my slave." I gaped in disbelief. In the year

2000, were there still slaves? As if to prove it to me, he pulled my hand and led me to his seat

.

I followed him obediently, as if bewitched.

As we got closer, I almost screamed, but thankfully my nerves held back. Now I knew why she

hadn't even glanced back. The beautiful woman kneeling on the carpet was tightly bound. Her mouth

was stretched open by a large gold ring, and thick black leather straps, about the thickness of a thumb, were wrapped around the corners of her mouth and fastened

behind , making her mouth so wide that she couldn't close it at all. I could see her tongue moving inside.

She wore a thick collar around her neck ; I'd only ever seen dogs wear collars, never a person.

The thick collar pressed against her chin, preventing her from lowering her head. Large gold hoops adorned her ears,

locking together with the smaller hoops on either side of the collar, completely immobilizing her head. I looked at her with pity, but she didn't seem to be in

any pain. Upon closer inspection, I noticed paraffin earplugs were stuffed into each ear,

completely blocking them. I waved my hand in front of her eyes, but she didn't react. A male voice sounded in my ear

: "She's wearing opaque contact lenses; she can't see you at all." Unable to suppress my curiosity, I

continued to observe her. Her hands were behind her back, encased in a strange, long leather glove, effectively

turning her arms into one. This glove had many clasps, running from her fingers to her upper arms, allowing it to tighten or loosen,

and now, her arms were firmly bound inside, as if tightly tied behind her back.

Two thick leather straps secured the tops of the gloves to her shoulders, rendering the woman's hands

useless. Looking closer, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut evening gown,

exposing . A glittering gold ring was visible on each nipple, connected by a gold chain and hanging outside the gown

; anyone could easily pull it, as the woman was powerless to resist. Leather shackles

clung to , and her 7-centimeter heels made me doubt her ability to walk normally. Seeing all this

made me feel hot all over. The scene was so obscene, yet why did I feel a strange excitement?

I helped the woman up; she stood up helplessly, looking bewildered, which only made me feel

more sorry for her .

I glared at the man beside me, "Why aren't you untying her, you monster!" He remained

indifferent, "Miss, shouldn't you ask her permission first?" I removed the earplugs from her

ears and asked, "Shall I untie them for you?" She hesitated. I thought she couldn't

move her head, so I told her to shake her shoulder if she agreed, and not to move if she disagreed. After waiting for a while, she didn't move at all.

Frustrated, I had to put the earplug back in her ear. Looking at this handsome man, I shouted, "

Why are you treating a woman like this? You think you can treat her however you want just because you have money?

You're so wicked! I won't fall for that. Get out of here!" He smiled at me, "Miss,

what kind of logic is it to tell me to get out from my seat?"

I was speechless for a moment and could only walk away angrily. Sitting in my seat, I looked over at him. He had already helped

the woman to her seat and was feeding her water, still without removing the gold ring from her mouth, just

feeding her like that. The more I watched, the angrier I became. I called over the waiter and secretly asked him who the man was

. After receiving the ten-dollar tip I gave him, the waiter secretly told me. His name was David,

the younger brother of the Sultan of Turkey. He had studied in the US since childhood and never cared about what others thought. Plus, he was incredibly

wealthy, so many women were devoted to him. Hearing this, I thought, "I'm here on vacation, and this guy's identity is so

unusual; I shouldn't get involved." I decided to leave quickly. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and he was looking at me too, which

startled . His gaze was peculiar; I knew he was interested in me. I decided to go back home.

Back at the hotel, I took a shower, tidied up, and because I was so tired, I quickly fell asleep and

forgot all about it. The next day, I took a taxi to the airport and discovered someone was following me. I told them...

The driver, that reckless bastard, was driving incredibly fast. The only thing I remember is the car crashing into the guardrail.

When I woke up, it was like this.

I remembered everything; it was all that jerk's fault, making me like this, lying motionless in

a hospital bed . Someone came. Was it a nurse? I had so many questions, but I couldn't say a word.

Was it because of the oxygen mask? I felt my jaw was firmly held in place, my eyes were completely

bandaged , I couldn't see anything, my body ached all over, wrapped in bandages, and I couldn't move at all.

Oh God, am I blind? I shifted my body anxiously. "She's awake," I heard someone

whisper . That voice sounded so familiar.

Oh God, it was that jerk's voice. Someone was holding my hand. I wasn't used to someone being so intimate

with me, and I weakly tried to pull away. But the man gripped my hand firmly and whispered in my ear, "Don't move.

You're badly injured. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have followed you. I'll make it up to you. My name is David,

and I won't hurt you." My God, he'd hurt me so badly, yet he wouldn't hurt me! I was devastated!

In the days that followed, I gradually learned the extent of my injuries. Thank God, I wasn't blind, I

wasn't lame, and my face wasn't disfigured. Once I recovered, I was determined to settle the score with him! However, because I

had no family, I relied entirely on David. He dismissed all the nurses and insisted on caring for me alone. The worst part was that

I also had to rely on him to relieve myself. I was powerless to resist, and I grew increasingly accustomed to his daily comings and goings,

comforting . Because my wounds were very painful, I often threw tantrums for no reason, but he never said a word. When I temporarily lost my sight,

he led me in rehabilitation exercises. Three months passed quickly, and I had almost fully recovered, except for my eyesight

. I insisted on returning home. David couldn't refuse me, so he agreed, only asking that I book the plane tickets and

come back with him. On the plane, I confessed, "David, if you didn't have those sadistic tendencies,

I actually quite like you." He didn't answer. Suddenly, I realized that there seemed to be no one else on the plane besides

the two of . I became alert and asked loudly, "Where are you taking me?" He still didn't

answer. I panicked, stood up, and tried to run, feeling utterly helpless with no direction or anything in sight. He

grabbed me and suddenly kissed me. I struggled a few times, but finally collapsed weakly into his arms. He held me

tightly in his arms and whispered in my ear, "Actually, I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you.

Your dance was so wild, so unrestrained, and there was a loneliness in your eyes. I've been watching you,

but I deliberately didn't let you know. You were injured because of me, and seeing you lying there, I hated myself. You

looked so pale, so pitiful, not at all like the strong person you were trying to be. I've already ordered

our intelligence to check; you have no relatives in China anymore. Stay, stay with me.

I really care about you." At that moment, I felt dizzy and my ears were ringing. He said he liked me. Oh my god. I still couldn't be sure

of my feelings. Did I really care about him that much, that I was willing to abandon my country and come to a completely unfamiliar

place for him? I suddenly recalled the scene in the disco. No, never! I couldn't

become . My pride and self-respect couldn't accept what I had witnessed. Even though I

had some inexplicable impulses at the time, I would rather die than become like that. I shook my head frantically, “

I don’t love you, I will never be with you, where are you taking me? Let me go! I want to go home!

”

At that moment, I completely lost my mind, running around wildly, and suddenly crashed into something hard, then

lost consciousness. I don’t know how much time passed, oh God, my head hurts so much, I can feel someone holding me tightly. I

smelled a familiar scent, it was David. I instinctively tried to break free, but to my horror, I found myself trapped in that

immobile state again. What was happening to me? Blind, I was terrified and utterly helpless. David

kissed my forehead, “To prevent you from hurting yourself anymore, I have no choice but to do this to you, please forgive me.” I

immediately calmed down, and then felt myself being tightly bound. I opened my mouth to yell at him, but

as if he had guessed my thoughts, he quickly shoved a large, slightly elastic, rubbery-smelling object into my

mouth. My anger instantly turned into nasal “mmm” sounds. Besides being unable to move my entire body, my mouth had also

lost its function, and with my blindness… Oh my God, I've never felt so helpless.

I've lived alone all my life, I'm used to being independent and self-reliant, and I've never let myself

be in such a passive situation. I struggled desperately, trying to spit out what was in my mouth. David noticed my attempt,

snapped his fingers, and I heard someone approaching. Was there someone else? Would he help me? I struggled

even harder, and the stuff in my mouth was loosened by my tongue. But just then, "Help

her ," David said. The person came forward, and I calmed down slightly. The person's fingers lightly touched my

chin, and I felt him straighten my hair and then put on a wig. Suddenly, sticky bandages began to

wrap around my head, first from my mouth to the back of my head, seven or eight times, then from my chin to the top of my head, seven

or eight times. Then two earplugs were inserted into my ears. Seven or eight more bandages were wrapped from my eyes to the back of my head. My

head instantly looked like a wounded soldier, I guessed. The most direct consequence of this was that

the object in my mouth was tightly secured in place by the bandages, and I could no longer push it out with my tongue. My jaw was also completely

immobile. The earplugs in my ears were also tightly secured in by bandages. Apart from breathing through my nose,

I lost all hearing, vision, and the ability to speak. I thought dejectedly, how could this have happened? I hated David

to the core . If I could move either my hand or foot, I would definitely beat him up, regardless of whether he was

the Sultan's brother or not.

But at that moment, he was still holding me tightly. I could feel his body temperature and his scent. Although I hated

him to the core, there was still a hint of sweetness in my heart. The plane seemed to be landing. David wrapped me

from head to toe and carried me horizontally in his arms. After getting off the plane, I had no idea where I was or whether the people at the airport

would see me in this disheveled state. I tried to struggle, but his strong arms prevented any possibility of escape.

It was like getting into a car; the jolts were very slight, almost imperceptible. Several hours passed, and the earplugs in my ears...

The bandage was removed. David whispered in my ear, "We're home! The cheers are all for you!"

I snorted angrily, but there was nothing I could do. I could only think of another way to escape later.

I was carried out of the car, the cheers still ringing in my ears. David carried me into the room, placed me on a soft bed, and

sternly ordered the maids to wash me, dress me, and bring me to see him. I could feel the damned

sticky bandage on my head being removed, all the bindings being taken off, and all my clothes being removed. I stood in the center of the room

like , and I could feel the exclamations of the maids around me, "So beautiful! Master

has such good taste!" Then they hurriedly soaked me in a fragrant bath, washed my hair, and massaged me. I

counted, and it seemed like there were eight people serving me. Escaping from them

was practically impossible since I couldn't see anything. I simply lay there and comfortably enjoyed myself, and surprisingly, I even fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was quiet. I found myself suspended in mid-air, my legs spread apart and fixed to

the ground in a starfish position. I was completely naked and unable to move. Terrified, I tried to scream, but my mouth was tightly sealed with tape

, silencing me. A woman's voice came from beside me, "Put her pierced." Before I could even

realize what was happening, a piercing pain shot through my left nipple.

A scream escaped my sealed mouth, but only a soft "mmmm" could be heard. Then came my right nipple. I was drenched in sweat from the pain. Cold

metal pierced my nipple, pressing against its sensitive skin. "Weld it," came the same woman's voice. The cold

metal instantly became scalding hot. Only then did I realize what they were doing to me. Nipple rings! I cried out in agony.

Once welded on, they would never be removed. I was now like an animal, wearing nipple rings. But no one showed me

any pity. Next, my poor labia were also pierced and welded with metal rings. A burning

pain spread throughout my body. And my lower body, uncooperatively, was overflowing with fluid. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard

David's anxious voice, "Stop!"

I slowly woke up, lying on the soft bed, and David's anxious voice came to my ears, "I'm sorry, they

thought you were a new slave, so they did it as usual, piercing your nipples and labia. I'm so sorry."

I burst into tears, partly from the pain, partly from the humiliation. I grabbed everything around me and

threw it towards the direction of David's voice. Then I was forcibly pushed down by many people. The cold voice of the woman who pierced my nipples

rang out again: "Master, if you keep such an uncouth woman with you, the Sultan will blame me

."

David's dejected voice: "Lady Mary, I must keep her, you must help me." Mary's

voice rang out again: "Then you must give her to me for a week." "No, I don't belong to anyone, you

can't treat me like this." My voice was blocked by a large ball of cotton, almost suffocating me. I choked and bent over,

coughing violently. David said anxiously, "Be gentle." The cotton ball was removed, and I yelled at David, "It's all your

fault If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation! And you're still crying crocodile tears!"

Mary's vicious voice rang out again, "Shut her up!" My mouth was stretched open

to its maximum , then locked tightly behind my head. I heard a "click," which meant I

couldn't possibly remove it myself. I tried to close my mouth, but there was definitely a metal ring inside the leather ring; my mouth was

stretched wide open and I couldn't close it at all. After a while, saliva started dripping involuntarily. I

was both ashamed and angry, but helpless. Then another rubber ball was inserted into the ring, stopping the saliva from flowing

and preventing me from making any sound. If I could see David, I believe my venomous gaze

could kill him. But now I couldn't see anything, and I couldn't say anything. David's voice rang out: "

Mrs. Mary, please, you mustn't hurt her. I care about her deeply. You can help me train her, but you absolutely mustn't

hurt .

The doctor will treat her eyes every day!" Mary obediently agreed.

As I listened to David's footsteps slowly receding, I trembled uncontrollably. I had fallen into

the hands of a terrifying woman. What would she do to me? What exactly was this so-called training? Mary's voice: "Don't think you can act like a lady just because your

master dotes on you. Someone, serve me well." My fingers were

wrapped in layers of elastic tape, my arms were pulled behind my back, and I was forced to lie face down. Then, thumbs were bound together, and the other

eight fingers were treated the same way. Soon, my palms were also bound together with tape. My fingers were completely unable

to bend. My wrists were tied together with rope, then my elbows. The person doing this used great force; my elbows were almost pressed together

. I was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on my nose, and I no longer had the strength to struggle. I could only lie on the bed, panting .

They didn't let me go. A heavy collar was placed around my neck, pressing against my chin, forcing my head

high. To prevent my head from swaying, my earrings were replaced with hoop-shaped ones

connected , making it impossible for my head to move.

Next were my breasts. First, cotton rope was tied several times above my breasts, then below, and finally

several times between them. With a sharp pull, my breasts were squeezed out, forming a horizontal

figure eight, making it difficult for me to breathe. The ropes at my elbows were tied together with the ropes binding my breasts. Then a tight vest was put around my

waist ,

until I could barely breathe, at which point it was finally fastened behind my back. I felt dizzy, breathing became extremely

difficult, and I had no time to care about anything else. The ropes around my wrists were tied to the buckles at the back of the vest. My

upper body became solid; I couldn't even move a finger. I felt miserable and sorry for myself. Then,

several fingers, dipped in a cold ointment, rubbed it against my genitals. I gasped; no one had ever touched me there before.

One finger even tried to insert itself. I clenched my muscles, resisting in vain. Suddenly, a

cold rubber object slowly burrowed into my vagina. I writhed futilely, but it did nothing to slow its

penetration. I felt as if my vagina was about to tear apart, and tears welled up in my eyes. Finally, it stopped.

They then put a chastity belt on me, tightening it tightly, making it impossible for the object inside to slip out.

I groaned in pain. Next, they put shackles on my knees and ankles, leaving only a short distance between

my legs.

Then they helped me up and ordered me to walk forward. My hands were completely useless for maintaining my balance, and

the shackles on my feet and knees further restricted my movement, not to mention that damned thing inside me. I staggered along,

not knowing where they were taking me; I felt like I was in hell. I hadn't gone far, down a dozen or so steps.

The steps were too difficult for me; I almost fell several times. Finally, I reached level ground. They made me kneel, and

I couldn't resist, so I knelt down; there seemed to be a carpet under my knees. I could feel them busy at work. First,

they used a thick leather strap to bind my forehead to an upright wooden pole behind my back, and then secured my collar to it as well. Then

they untied the shackles on my knees and ankles, spread my knees open with a wooden stick, and tied them firmly to the same wooden pole. My feet were fixed to iron rings on the ground. I knelt there, legs spread apart, unable to move. Chains dangled from the rings on

my nipples and labia .

I could feel the weight of the chains, and my poor nipples and labia

were in unbearable pain. Mary's voice rang out, "You'll stay here and reflect on your actions tonight. You'll have a physical exam tomorrow."

I actually fell asleep amidst the pain and inexplicable pleasure. The next day, the doctor who treated my eyes came. After

examining he announced that my sight might be restored within the next few days. I was overjoyed and started

planning my escape. But being completely immobile meant there was no way to escape. It seemed I would have to pretend to be compliant for the next few days.

After being released from the wooden pole, I was allowed to use the toilet and take a bath. Again, eight people served me.

My body was completely naked. The chains on my nipples and labia were removed, and the plugs were taken off. Soaking in the jacuzzi,

I was finally able to relax. After drying off, I was tightly bound again. Pure cotton rope bound me from head to toe,

forcing me to sit upright, completely unable to bend over or move an inch. My mouth and ears were also

completely . First, they stuffed my mouth with cotton cloth, almost up to my throat, then wrapped it layer upon layer, so I could

n't make and put a headscarf on me. I guessed they were going to

take me out, and remembering Mary's words about the medical exam yesterday, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. What were they going to do to me?

Thinking back to David's tenderness towards me in the hospital, a sweet feeling welled up inside me, but then I thought of his

cruelty , and I hated him even more.

Suddenly, I was put into a wheelchair, and a seatbelt or something similar secured me to the chair. I decided

to doze off, to conserve my energy for escape. When I woke up, I suddenly realized I had regained my sight! I could see

things —how wonderful! But I decided to pretend I still couldn't see.

We arrived at a very large hospital, bustling with people.

The hospital was lush with greenery, and a stream flowed gently. Did Turkey really have such a modern hospital? I

wondered curiously. Our group didn't go to the main building, but went straight to a separate small building at the back. The small building was very clean,

decorated in a strong Turkish style. Even the nurses weren't wearing their usual white coats, but

rather long robes that partially covered their faces. I was led to a kind-looking old doctor. Mary whispered

something in his ear for a while, and I saw him smile knowingly. My heart sank; it seemed they were definitely in cahoots.

Sure enough, soon I was brought to an examination room. Unlike the other examination rooms, this

one was filled with all sorts of SM equipment. Although I didn't like sadomasochism, I knew a little

about it, and my heart jumped when I saw these tools.

The layers of clothing were removed, and I was still being served by eight women—eight very strong Turkish

women . The robes didn't hinder their movements at all. They hadn't expected me to regain my sight so quickly and

didn't even try to avoid my gaze; they were just busy working on me. All my

bonds were removed, and I tried to struggle, but how could I possibly escape sixteen hands? I sighed inwardly, deciding to let

them be and try to escape once they lowered their guard.

I was lifted onto a leather examination table, face up, completely naked. My self-esteem had long been trampled

upon ; how could the old me have tolerated such treatment? My hands and feet were

bound tightly to the side of the bed with wide leather straps, stretched out in a spread-eagle position, making me feel completely immobile. My nipples were

covered with , concealing the nipple rings. My genitals had been shaved, moisturized, and then taped

shut with large pieces of tape, also concealing the labia. The cotton in my mouth was removed, and after I drank some water, it was opened and secured with

dental forceps. Looking up at the lamp, shaped like an eight-legged octopus, my

mind wandered. I was surprised to find that I wasn't as resentful as before; instead, I was anticipating something. Was David

thinking of me? How should I treat him when I see him again in a week? Was he truly sincere towards me?

Why leave me in such a helpless situation, humiliating and trampling on my self-esteem? Thinking of this, I hated him and

decided to never speak to him again, no matter how sweet his words.

The doctor arrived, starting with my head: hair, nose, teeth, throat, breasts, abdomen. Good heavens,

I felt like an animal! But I was powerless to resist. I had to accept my fate; who told me to provoke this devil, David?

At least for now, I had no control over my own life. An octopus-shaped lamp shone on every part of my body; I

was exposed. In this monarchical country, the Sultan's brother enjoyed all privileges. Just as the examination seemed complete,

Mary ugly face appeared before me. She was observing me. I couldn't let her realize I had regained my sight, otherwise

I would have no chance to escape. Mary was grinning maliciously; what mischief was she plotting now? Mary spoke: "

Beautiful lady, you've finally learned your lesson! Hmph, you won't get away with anything under my thumb. You'd better behave yourself.

Don't you think you're beautiful? In a little while, you'll be about as 'beautiful' as me, hahaha!

" Hearing her laughter, a wave of fear washed over me. Was she going to disfigure me? No, no, no! I don't want David

to see me ugly! I sobbed silently, struggling futilely.

The doctor came again, holding some strange objects. A cotton swab was placed over my mouth and nose, instantly

extinguishing my struggles, though my mind remained clear. The restraints on my hands and feet were removed, even the jaw clamps were taken off.

Since arriving in Turkey, I hadn't felt so "free," yet I still couldn't move even my little finger. A

damp, cool object was placed over my face, hollowed out at the nostrils, and a pair of hands patted my face. Then,

after a long silence, the object hardened, fitting snugly against every part of my face.

It must be plaster; as someone who works in painting and sculpting, I know that. After being carefully removed, my upper body was treated

the same way , and samples were taken from both the front and back halves. Then my body was coated with oil and massaged endlessly

. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly began to regain some sensation, but I still pretended to be unable to move. Mary

came again, that hateful woman. She saw through my act immediately, ordering me to be grabbed by the hands and feet, and forced to

stand . Then she put a flesh-colored, rubber-like garment on my body, very tight. Starting from my head,

she slowly rolled it down, bit by bit, down my neck, chest, and down to my toes. Rubber gloves were also put on my hands. My

entire body was covered in rubber, very close to my skin, like another layer of skin, only this one was dark brown. My

long hair was braided into a tight ponytail, protruding from a hole at the top of my head. It took a long time to put this on.

After it was done, even they were panting heavily, and my skin color made me look like a completely different person.

My movements were also restricted; my hands were cuffed behind my back, and my elbows were also handcuffed together. The handcuffs were suspended from

the ceiling of the examination room by an iron chain, and my knees and ankles were also tightly cuffed together. I could only bend over and lower my head, relying on the

iron chain for balance. They seemed to be waiting for something, and I could only wait.

Suddenly, there was a commotion. I instinctively looked up to see, and Mary appeared before me. She saw my eyes, which already showed

expression , and knew I was pretending to be blind. She was furious. She ordered her men to seal my eyes tightly, not allowing

any light to penetrate. Two thin pieces of cotton cloth were placed over my eyes, followed by two opaque plastic sheets, and then the edges were sealed with

glue . Poor me, I was back in the world of darkness, completely at their mercy.

The shackles were unlocked, and eight men stood me upright with their arms and legs spread apart. I no longer wanted to resist, because without

sight, I had nowhere to escape.

I stood on the ground, the rubber bodysuit clinging to my skin giving me a strange warmth. What they intended to

do to me no longer mattered; it was simply to humiliate me, torture me, and subdue me. Before I could ascertain David's

feelings for me, I refused to make any effort. In this situation, I was no longer myself, but

merely a Turkish prisoner of war and a captive. As long as my spirit and will remained unbroken, they could do nothing to me.

I resolved never to surrender, never to shed a tear, no matter how I was treated.

I couldn't see a ray of light. Eight women gripped my hands, feet, and hair tightly,

my movements restricted to the maximum extent by the almost inelastic bodysuit. The restless crowd quieted down. I wondered, had David arrived

? I was wrong, as Mary's unpleasant voice rang out, "Beautiful woman, where has your snow-white skin

gone? Where have your big, watery eyes gone? Your lithe figure will soon disappear too,

hahaha ." With her words, I felt a shell being fitted over my body, a hard shell, first

in front, then behind, two pieces fitting snugly against my upper body and buttocks. My thighs were forcibly spread apart, and

this thing was inserted. The clicking of padlocks echoed, dozens of times. Then my face was covered, with a

mask pressed tightly against it, leaving only small holes for my nostrils. My chin was stuffed into the mask, and then the mask at the back of my head followed, again

with the clicking of padlocks. I could no longer speak. Mary's triumphant voice rang out, "You

can , she can't escape." "You look beautiful now, you must be eager to see it yourself,

let me describe it to you. You have a dark brown hard plastic mask on your face, matching the color and material of your body

. Dozens of gold padlocks hang on both sides of your body, locking this mask and this body

to . Only I have the key, you'd better behave, or you won't see David again in a week." She

shouted, "Guards, take her back to the manor!" My hands were shackled with three-inch-wide steel shackles and locked behind

my back, and my feet were also shackled, the connecting chains allowing me only half a step. I lifted my foot to walk, the padlocks

clanging against the plastic body, and I smiled bitterly to myself. But tragically, my upper body

couldn't move at all, my hands were locked behind my back, and my feet were spread wide apart by the body, I couldn't maintain my balance at all.

I almost fell after taking just one step, thankfully the maid beside me caught me. I was dragged and

pulled onto a wheelchair, secured with bandages, and a thick headscarf was placed over my head.

Once in the car, I tried to orient myself, but to no avail. The car zigzagged and drove for a long time, and

I drifted off to sleep amidst the bumps. I don't know how much time passed, but I slowly awoke to find myself in a black and gold

interior, mysterious and luxurious yet understated. For a moment, I was disoriented, but I realized I could

see again. My dreadful helmet had been removed, and my rubber suit was gone. For a moment, I thought it was

all just a dream. I was dressed in soft silk, lying on a Louis XIV-style bed. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed

a garden bursting with spring colors—flowers everywhere, the air pleasant. I longed to go outside and experience the spring sunshine, but

I found my limbs still immobile, bound to the bed in a spread-eagle position by soft ribbons. My stomach felt very hungry,

and I wanted to scream. But I couldn't speak either; the ribbons were tightly bound to my lips, effective but not impossible. As if guessing my thoughts,

a fragrant aroma wafted into my nose, and my stomach rumbled inconsiderately. Just then, a

Turkish handmaid entered, her attire completely different from any woman I'd seen before. She was entirely naked, her only

adornment being the metal rings adorning her body. I had never seen anyone with so many rings: a nose ring, a lip ring, earrings,

nipple rings (with small bells), a navel ring, a labia ring, and a clitoral ring. Her feet were bare,

with ten gold rings welded together on each of her ten toes, connected by thin chains. She clasped her hands in a

gesture of respect, her own hands also bearing ten gold rings, the other four welded together except for her thumb

. I blinked in return. She spoke, her English impeccable, "Would you like something to eat?" I

nodded eagerly, but suddenly noticed a ring on her tongue as well. She swayed slowly as she walked away. I looked down

at my own body, remembering the nipple and labia rings on my body, and my heart sank.

What are they up to now ?

A short while later, the maid returned, carrying a tray with a fragrant aroma wafting from it. I

frantically struggled against the silk ribbons binding my hands and feet, unable to make a sound, only able to whimper through my nose.

Actually without me speaking, my stomach was already rumbling loudly. My face flushed red with embarrassment,

but the maid remained unmoved, calmly setting down the tray. She scrutinized me, noticing my urgency, and then spoke…

"Chinese woman, you must learn manners. I'll untie your mouth, but you're not allowed to say a word,

not a question, otherwise I won't feed you." Her tone was calm, but I could tell she was serious.

Good heavens , what have I become? I have to be fed! Alas, my stomach is betraying me, so I nodded helplessly.

While being fed, I couldn't help but think of David's attentiveness and concern when I was in the car accident, and tears streamed

down my face. This hateful man, what does he want from me to satisfy him?

After finishing eating and rinsing my mouth, suddenly Mary's hateful old face reappeared in the room. I gasped,

thinking I had escaped her clutches. She looked cold. "Who taught her to be so ill-mannered?" The maid

trembled with fear. "Guards!" Four burly Turkish maids appeared. I thought they were going to deal with me again,

but instead, they pounced on the maid. I shouted, "She forbade me to speak! I didn't listen! I can't—!"

Before I could finish, my mouth was tightly sealed shut again. First, a long ribbon wrapped around her mouth and the back of her

head about ten times, then it was sealed with tape, and then another ribbon covered it, the same color as her pajamas.

I didn't know what this meant; why strive for beauty? Would anyone even come to see me? Mary

chuckled , "Hmph, pleading for her, trying to win people over? Let's see who dares to help you! Begin the sculpting!"

The handmaid had already collapsed in fear. Just as I was wondering what was going on, the four of them started working. First, chains of various sizes

and thicknesses , the kind that glittered with gold. Starting with the handmaid's earrings, nose rings, lip rings, her tongue was pulled out

and strung together. Next came the rings on her collar, nipple rings, navel rings, finger rings, labia rings, clitoral rings, and anklets

. When they were putting on the nipple rings, they put a bra on her breasts, also

made of shimmering, fine metal, shaped like two cones, fixed to the nipple rings with screws. They also put

something similar in texture and shape to the breast rings on her lower body, but with two rubber-like

cylinders , inserted into her body, with two wires dangling from them. The handmaid was unable to move or speak

, only pleading with Mary through tears and drool. Mary remained unmoved, continuing to watch coldly;

I was dumbfounded. They pushed in a strangely shaped iron frame from the outer room and

secured the handmaid to it, pulling her hands and feet to the maximum extent allowed by the chains, securing them with leather straps. Next came her head and

other parts of her body, until the final effect was that the handmaid couldn't move a single finger, only her eyeballs moved.

They then put contact lenses on her; we could see her eyeballs, but she couldn't see

us .

I heard a faint buzzing sound and saw that the maid's muscles were tense, and she was

twisting and turning , but she couldn't move at all.

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