[731 Heavy Restraint Treatment Center] Author: kaykaw

Author: kaykaw
Word Count: 10158
731 Restriction Therapy Center
Character Introduction: Yang Lan – A female reporter for Cable TV Channel 6, whose boundless energy puts even male reporters to shame
; her exclusive news often becomes the focus of the week.
Sasha. Stone – The female director of the 731 Restriction Therapy Center, who advocates treating patients'
psychological problems through strict confinement, supposedly achieving unexpected results.
Please do not misunderstand that this 731 Restriction Therapy Center has any
connection with the 731 Devil Unit during the Japanese invasion of China. Its real name is Adams Alternative Sanatorium, but it just so happens to be located at 731 Grand Avenue,
hence
the nickname "731 Restriction Therapy Center," which has gradually replaced its original name and become
widely known. It is said that this therapy center only accepts female patients, and only the beautiful are accepted. Among them are female lawyers, female doctors
, actresses, female painters, female teachers, female athletes… all sorts of professional talents in society.
Today, after much effort, reporter Yang Lan finally obtained permission from this mysterious treatment center for an exclusive interview. Excited,
she prepared at home, applying a touch of makeup and lipstick. The reflection in the mirror showed
a beautiful woman in her twenties, with jet-black hair and striking features, bearing a striking resemblance to the actress Gao Yuanyuan. This
was Yang Lan, the protagonist of this story, and her beauty had brought her many advantages in her work.
Her robe slowly slipped down, revealing Yang Lan completely naked. Looking at her naked reflection in the mirror, she possessed the standard height of a nine-headed
model, with a pair of bamboo shoot-shaped breasts, a slender waist, slightly upturned hips, and long,
beautiful legs—all the things countless women dreamed of, now combined in one body. Yang Lan
couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Several different styles of underwear were laid out on the bed next to her. Yang Lan tried them on one by one, but none of them satisfied her.
So, she made up her mind to wear nothing at all, except for a sexy one-piece motorcycle rider outfit with a zipper and a low neckline
. In her plan, she would ask the hospital to give her a restraint treatment after the interview as a personal
experience. Since not wearing underwear wouldn't be a big problem and would actually be more convenient.
It was time to set off. Yang Lan hurriedly put on her helmet and went downstairs to the parking lot to get her motorcycle. Seeing this workaholic female
reporter about to go out again, the neighbors silently cheered her on. She
hopped on her motorcycle and sped off towards her destination. Halfway there, a dark shadow suddenly swerved towards her…
The weather was terrible today; the smog made the view hazy and unsettling. Two
male employees were already waiting at the gate of the 731 Heavy Restraint Treatment Center. Finally, their guest arrived. Yang
Lan stopped her motorcycle in front of them, and the two men greeted her warmly: “Ms. Yang Lan, welcome to 731…” "
This is the Heavy Restraint Treatment Center. We are Ah Huang and Ah Lu, the treatment assistants here. The director is ready to be
interviewed. Please follow us."
The treatment center is vast, with countless wards. From some wards, faint,
seductive moans of women could be heard. Yang Lan knew it wasn't appropriate to ask too many questions now, so she lowered her head, pretending not to hear anything, and
continued following Ah Huang and Ah Lu.
The spacious director's office was quite impressive. Three walls were lined with bookshelves filled with books, and one wall had floor-to-ceiling windows offering a clear view
of the gate and garden outside. In one corner was a large desk, behind which
sat a leather executive chair. Seated in the chair was a smiling, blonde, short-haired Western beauty in an administrative uniform. Her high nose and strong
facial features reminded one of Sharon Stone from the movie "Basic Instinct." Stone, what will happen when these two beauties, each possessing Eastern and
Western beauty, meet here?
"Hello, I'm Yang, a reporter from Cable TV Channel 6...?!" Yang Lan recognized the other person as
Ms. Sasha, the director of the station. She was about to greet her with a handshake when she saw something she shouldn't have: Director Sasha
's hands were clad in gleaming heavy handcuffs, and her waist was chained to a large executive chair. What was going on
?
Director Sasha calmly said, "Ms. Yang, my apologies. This is a type of restraint therapy.
It's very effective at preventing me from moving around freely so I can concentrate on my work."
"Ha! I see. I'll have to learn more from you, Director." Yang Lan nodded and smiled. "You're too kind. Please sit down, please
sit down. Let's have a good talk!" Director Sasha seemed extremely hospitable. Yang Lan didn't
stand on ceremony and sat down on the leather sofa next to her, taking out her tape recorder to prepare for the interview. Because Director Sasha's body was chained, Ah Huang
and Ah Lu pushed her, chair and all, in front of Yang Lan and then stepped aside to await further instructions.
After a few superficial and innocuous questions, Yang Lan finally got to the point: "Dean Sasha,
what is restraint therapy? How is it different from other treatments?"
Dean Sasha knew this was a question Yang Lan would definitely ask. She smiled slightly and gently crossed her right leg over
her left. The movement was so natural that Ah Huang, Ah Lu, and Yang Lan were stunned for a couple of seconds. Although it
was only a fleeting moment, they all saw a hairy slit between her legs under her pitifully short skirt
. Dean Sasha was truly audacious! She wasn't wearing anything underneath in front of outsiders.
Completely unconcerned, Dean Sasha explained to Yang Lan: "Restraint therapy is a static treatment
method. It uses restraint to trigger the body's natural self-healing abilities to treat physical or psychological trauma, and it doesn't
produce any adverse side effects."
"Is it really that amazing?" Yang Lan's eyes widened, seemingly incredulous.
"Why don't we look at two real medical records first? I believe it will help us understand you better." Sasha
pressed the remote control on the armrest of her executive chair, and the bookshelf in the middle parted to reveal a large screen hidden behind it.
Ah Huang then handed two patient files to Yang Lan. Yang Lan opened the first file, and
the woman in the photo immediately caught her eye. Her appearance was almost identical to that of the singer and actress Yang Qianhua. Her
short, neatly combed hair exuded a strong, independent woman's aura. Her name was Wu Shenglu, 28 years old, married with a one-
year-old child, a Harvard MBA, and currently a senior manager at an international fund management company…
The large screen began playing clips, making Yang Lan unable to continue reading the file. The image showed the woman's face…
The woman, facing the camera, tells her story: "I am Wu Shenglu, a senior manager at an international fund management company
. This happened two months ago. I was working overtime until the early hours of the morning when the elevator malfunctioned.
I was trapped inside and screamed incoherently, even losing control of my bladder and bowels. I survived for over two hours before being discovered and rescued. Since then,
I have been unable to control myself and have been behaving strangely whenever I ride the elevator, and it's getting worse. Since my office
is located on the top floor of the tallest commercial building in the city, it's impossible not to use the elevator. To avoid affecting my colleagues and the overall
work, my boss personally ordered that I must return to normal within a week or I will be fired. I still have to pay for my car, mortgage, and raise
my children; I can't afford to lose my job. Dean Sasha, please help me!"
Dean Sasha presses the pause button and then says to Yang Lan, "Ms. Yang, what do you think?" With that, she gently crosses
her left leg over her right, making Ah Huang and Ah Lu almost have nosebleeds.
Yang Lan closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "This is claustrophobia, which requires long-term psychological treatment. A week
is simply not enough."
This Yang Lan was indeed remarkable. Dean Sasha looked at her with admiration and said, "Miss Yang is right, so we've
chosen a 'fight fire with fire' approach. It only takes one day. After computer analysis and expert opinions, Miss Wu Shenglu
's ultimate endurance time is about twelve hours. As for the process, let's take a look now."
Dean Sasha pressed the remote control again, and Wu Shenglu reappeared on the screen, accompanied by Dean Sasha's
voice: "Are you really willing to do anything? Including being completely restrained?"
Wu Shenglu nodded and said, "I'm willing, as long as you don't trap me in the elevator." She then took a few steps back
so the camera could see her entire body; it turned out that Wu Shenglu was already completely naked.
This was a woman's body that appeared to have given birth, with full breasts, a slightly thick waist, and rounded buttocks, as well as the
untouched, pristine black forest of her lower body, exuding a unique charm of a mature woman that a young girl lacked.
Dean Sasha's voice rang out again: "Don't worry, we won't put you in the elevator. Now, please follow
me." The scene appeared to be within the treatment center's grounds. Descending several staircases, they reached a room in the dungeon.
The door was labeled "Kitchen." The kitchen was filled with various cooking utensils and a boiler, but there was no cook. Waiting for
Wu Shenglu were only Ah Huang and Ah Lu, standing upright. Between them on the floor was a stainless
steel milk jug about half a person's height. Milk was a healthy drink for the patients, so the presence of the milk jug here was quite reasonable. Its
shape was like a vertical cylinder, narrowing slightly near the top and covered with a lid. Could this be
the tool used to restrain Wu Shenglu?
"Now, please insert this into your body." A metal dildo, polished to a glossy shine,
was handed to Wu Shenglu. Having been married and given birth, she knew exactly what it was. She
actually owned several sex toys at home, though they were all made of silicone or rubber. Wu Shenglu
didn't say much; she simply massaged her labia with her fingers, then inserted the dildo all the way in. A chill permeated her body, causing her to exhale. From the outside, 　　the dildo's tip,
barely visible between her legs, was practically invisible . 　　Dean Sasha, who wasn't on camera, added, "Very good. Now we'll put you in the milk jug." 　　"Will this really cure my illness?" Wu Shenglu seemed a little hesitant. 　　"Don't worry! It definitely will, just for a very short time." That was Dean Sasha's reply. 　　Wu Shenglu bit her lower lip lightly, then mustered her courage and said, "Okay! Let's go." 　　Ah Huang and Ah Lu then took out handcuffs and shackles and put them on Wu Shenglu. Then they made her stand inside the milk can, and her body 　　slowly crawled in along the opening until her two large breasts blocked the opening. Ah Huang and Ah Lu had to 　　help push them in from the side. Finally, Wu Shenglu successfully crawled into the milk can. The iron lid was put on from the top and 　　padlocks were added to all four sides. Now Wu Shenglu could be described as a human can of canned meat. 　　The milk jug had been drilled with tiny holes to allow Wu Shenglu to breathe freely and hear outside sounds 　　. However, the extremely small, pitch-black space triggered her claustrophobia, and the unease made 　　her scream, "It's so dark here! Help! Let me out!" 　　But Dean Sasha replied, "No! Once the treatment begins, it cannot be stopped halfway, and it will only take half a day to 　　cure." It turned out that the "short time" she mentioned earlier referred to half a day. 　　Even a minute here felt too long, let alone half a day! Wu Shenglu screamed in terror, "No! I don't want treatment anymore! Let me out!" 　　The milk jug began to shake, indicating that Wu Shenglu was struggling inside. 　　Dean Sasha laughed and said, "You think you have a choice? Let me tell you, the small food elevator 　　is at your service all day. Although it's not a passenger elevator, it still gives you the feeling of going up and down. Now start enjoying 　　yourself." 　　Wu Shenglu had entered a hysterical state: "No! No!" The milk can shook even more violently. Ah 　　Huang and Ah Lu ignored Wu Shenglu inside, directly picked up the milk can and put it 　　into the small elevator that was specially used to deliver food to each floor, then closed the iron door and hung a "Service Suspended" sign on it. 　　Back to Wu Shenglu, trapped inside the milk tank, it was like entering another silent world. No matter how much she cried 　　and screamed, no one paid any attention. The elevator, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, reminded her of the time she was trapped in the elevator, but 　　undeniably, her current situation was even worse. She didn't know how much time had passed, but just as Wu Shenglu, exhausted from crying, was about to 　　drift off to sleep, the dildo inside her sensed that the wearer was not responding and suddenly vibrated strongly and emitted 　　a weak electric current, instantly waking her up and once again facing the nightmare that seemed to have no end in sight. It seemed that the despicable Dean Sasha 　　didn't want to give Wu Shenglu a chance to catch her breath. 　　Finally, the time allotted for the restraint treatment was up. When the milk carton lid was opened, only a dazed but 　　now calm Wu Shengluo was seen inside, muttering to herself, "I can't die! I can't die!..." 　　Seeing this, Dean Sasha knew the treatment had been successful: "Congratulations! Miss Wu Shengluo survived such 　　a harsh environment unscathed. The incident of being trapped in the elevator that day was nothing compared to that." 　　Dean Sasha's words were like a wake-up call. A strange light shone in Wu Shengluo's eyes as she said, "I understand!"

Yang Lan, intently watching the documentary clip, couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid she'll sue
you for illegal confinement afterward for such forceful restraint?"
Dean Sasha smiled slightly and said, "Sue me? She should be thanking me! Want to see the results of this treatment
?" As she spoke, she lightly crossed her right leg over her left, causing Ah Huang and Ah Lu, who were secretly watching,
to bulge their pants slightly. The scene shifted, and a glamorous woman in an administrative uniform said to the camera, "Dean Sasha
, thank you. I'm no longer afraid of elevators. In my spare time, I even become a volunteer elevator girl in this commercial building, which has
allowed me to meet more influential new clients, making my business boom. Now I love elevators!" This woman
was, of course, Wu Shenglu—what a happy-enhancing woman! Dean Sasha rolled her
eyes at Ah Huang and Ah Lu, deterring them from continuing their voyeuristic behavior. She then turned to Yang Lan and said, "Actually, restraint isn't always used for treatment; it
can be used in other ways, such as capturing inspiration. The second case is a good example."
Yang Lan opened the second file. The photo showed a beautiful woman with long braids, an oval face , and round black-rimmed glasses, exuding an artistic air. Her appearance was reminiscent of 　　actress Chen Huilin, who played a female writer
in the Hong Kong film "Tales of the Unknown."
The writer, however, was someone who wrote SM-themed novels online
. Her name was Zhang Siyan, and her pen name was Bai Guiji…
Yang Lan stopped reading because the big screen began to play a clip. On the screen appeared
Zhang Siyan, with delicate features. At this moment, she was wearing a high-end doll-like outfit with lace trim, a small shawl, an artist's
hat with a slanted brim, gold-rimmed round glasses, long silk gloves that reached her elbows, and a pair of designer leather boots that reached her knees.
What a literary talent she looked like.
Zhang Siyan appeared anxious and restless, pacing back and forth in front of the camera. Suddenly, she threw her hat to the ground and then
vented her frustration by disheveling her hair: "It's so painful! Lately, it's like my brain is constipated; I can't think of anything
!" She continued, "I couldn't finish writing 'The Illusion of Death Obsession.' Those experts like Newface, czz, and kykw
must be laughing at me. Is my writing career over? Hey! Dean Sasha, what are you doing?
Are you even listening to me?" Zhang Siyan's voice was very sweet and coquettish, even her angry outburst was pleasant to hear.
"Sorry, it's just that it's fish feeding time. Dogs are man's best friend on land, and in the water,
besides dolphins, man's best friends are these kissing fish that eat dead skin. Want to play with them?"
Dean Sasha was intently watching the small glass fish tank in front of her.
"I can't do anything with you! How can I play with them?" Zhang Siyan sighed. Dean Sasha sprayed fish food onto
the back of Zhang Siyan's hand, then placed her palm into the fish tank. The tiny, harmless fish, no bigger than a fingernail, immediately gathered
and pecked at the food, making Zhang Siyan giggle, "No! No! It tickles!"
Seeing her smile, Dean Sasha said, "I've also read that story, 'The
Illusion of Deathly Obsession,' which is a water escape story about a beautiful magician. But if the author hasn't experienced that
feeling of helplessness in the water, it's difficult to write a truly compelling story."
Zhang Siyan closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "Perhaps you're right. Can you give me that feeling of helplessness in the water
?"
Dean Sasha smiled slightly and said, "Everything is prepared for you."
The scene shifts to the depths of the dungeon, where a huge aquarium is placed. Inside, at least eight hundred or a thousand
juvenile chub swim around. A thick, finger-shaped nozzle stands upright at the bottom of the aquarium, along with
several tentacle-like movable nozzles installed on the four sides.
At this moment, Zhang Siyan was only wearing a bra and panties with a Mickey Mouse pattern. A bulky, T-
shaped metal frame was suspended from the ceiling beam and placed horizontally on the ground. Ah Huang and Ah Lu first put
soft leather gloves with sensors on her and fastened leather straps at her wrists. Then, they instructed Zhang Siyan
to lie on the metal frame with her limbs spread wide apart, and then used several strips of transparent tape attached to the frame to tightly bind her body, arms, and legs
. The metal frame was slowly hoisted vertically, along with Zhang Siyan. Now, she could be said to be
one with the metal frame.
Dean Sasha circled around and then shook her head, saying, "No! Every inch of her skin must be in contact with water to
produce a true feeling of helplessness in the water." So she took out scissors and cut the remaining clothes on Zhang Siyan into shreds.
Zhang Siyan's naked body was completely exposed to Ah Huang and Ah Lu, but Dean Sasha seemed
unsatisfied. She took out a vaginal speculum, inserted it into Zhang Siyan's vagina, and turned the screw.
The speculum head, shaped like a duckbill, split open, stretching the vaginal opening wide. The wrinkled, blood-red muscles inside were clearly
visible. Was Dean Sasha going to conduct a public gynecological examination?
Faced with such humiliation, Zhang Siyan was so ashamed she wanted
to disappear. Her face flushed, she lowered her head, and closed her eyes—it was her natural reaction. But Dean Sasha ignored her completely and patted Zhang Siyan's belly, saying, "Can't take it so quickly?
Aren't you SM female writers supposed to be open-minded and fearless?"
These words reignited Zhang Siyan's fighting spirit, and she said with a determined look on her face, "Bring it on
!"
Dean Sasha nodded in satisfaction, then covered Zhang Siyan's head with a helmet connected to a throat, like a diving bronze figure.
The large, F-shaped iron frame was hoisted into the air and then pulled to the top of the aquarium. The edges of the iron frame
slowly slid vertically down along the left and right grooves inside the aquarium, and the naked Zhang Siyan, in a F-shape, sank into the water, startling the
kissing fish who darted around in panic. Meanwhile, the nozzle between her legs passed through the vaginal dilator and entered her body, almost reaching her cervix
.
Air was supplied to the helmet through a tube, and after Zhang Siyan breathed it in, bubbles were expelled through the valves on both sides
. She was now in an absolutely tranquil underwater world, hearing only her own breathing.
Ah Huang and Ah Lu remotely controlled multiple mechanical tentacles inside the aquarium, directing the nozzles at their tips towards
several sensitive areas of Zhang Siyan's body, including her neck, nipples, armpits, below her navel, and inner thighs. A large
computer screen was moved to the front of the aquarium, and Zhang Siyan could see the text on the screen through a small circular glass window in front of the helmet
… "Today's performance is an escape show. Your entire body is restrained and you will be locked in the tank."
"A single mistake could lead to drowning... Today's performance will become a real execution show!"
Wasn't that the part she couldn't finish writing about "The Illusion of Death Obsession"? And now, her situation
was indeed somewhat similar to the heroine in the story.
Suddenly, one of the mechanical tentacles sprayed towards Zhang Siyan's left breast without warning. Tiny
amounts of food stuck to her nipple, attracting the kissing fish to peck at it. The strange itching sensation made her scream inside the helmet—of course,
those outside couldn't hear her. Zhang Siyan began to understand the feeling of helplessness in the water.
Not long after, the mechanical tentacles attacked again, this time targeting her right armpit. The greedy kissing fish made Zhang
Siyan both laugh and cry. It was this random spraying that made it impossible for her to predict the next location. Fear and anticipation
created a conflict, but also sparked fragmented inspiration.
Finally, the attack that Zhang Siyan had subconsciously craved arrived. The nozzle, deep inside her body, shot out food, attracting
the kissing fish to eagerly squeeze through the gap between the vaginal dilator and the nozzle column.
The sensation of her sensitive internal muscles being pecked at gave her an intense pleasure. Her body struggled desperately, but to no avail, until the food
was all eaten before the kissing fish swam out.
After the climax, Zhang Siyan's inspiration flowed like a spring. Now was the time to put pen to paper! Her fingers
moved as if typing on a keyboard. Through the electronic sensor gloves, Zhang Siyan's thoughts were transformed into words and appeared on
the computer screen. Of course, to maintain her spontaneous bursts of inspiration, she continued until the entire story was finished. As a result,
she completed the work in less than half a day, and Zhang Siyan even conceived the outline for her next story. The scene shifts to
what appears to be the result of the treatment. Wearing a low-cut evening gown, looking like she's just attended an awards ceremony, Zhang Siyan
beams as she holds her medal, saying, "Dean Sasha, you helped me complete 'The Illusion of Death Obsession' and win this year's SM online
novel award. I don't know how to thank you enough!"
Dean Sasha steps forward to congratulate her, "You're too kind. Do you need our help for the next story?"
Zhang Siyan's face darkens, and she hesitates, unsure what she's hiding. (Note: This is understandable, as
the next story is about a beautiful magician challenging herself with a chainsaw dismemberment. Does she really want to experience it by
sawing her in two?)
It seems the interview is over. Yang Lan is about to ask for a hands-on experience when Dean Sasha, as if reading
her mind, speaks first, "Ms. Yang, would you be interested in a hands-on experience?"
This is exactly what Yang Lan wanted. But she couldn't show her excitement in front of others, so she casually said,
"That's a good suggestion, but... is it convenient?"
"It's fine, but this isn't your average SM club; it's a legally licensed treatment center.
Those receiving restraint therapy must be patients with psychological issues. Ms. Yang, what are you afraid of
and need to overcome?" As Director Sasha spoke, she crossed her left leg over her right
, drawing the attention of Ah Huang and Ah Lu standing nearby. What can you do? Who doesn't love seeing a beautiful woman's exposed skin?
Yang Lan thought for a moment and said, "I don't think... I do."
Director Sasha stared intently at Yang Lan and asked seriously, "It's impossible not to be afraid. Hmm... are you afraid of geckos?" These
elusive creatures certainly terrified countless girls. But Yang Lan smiled and shook her head, because she kept a lizard as a pet at home, so 　　she didn't care about
a small gecko at all . 　　Dean Sasha continued, "Are you afraid of perverts or gropers?" 　　Yang Lan smiled and shook her head again. This was understandable; as a black belt in Taekwondo, she had once beaten several thugs who 　　attempted rape so badly they had to be hospitalized. So, it was perverts and gropers she should be afraid of. 　　With both questions rejected, Dean Sasha had no choice but to ask one last question: "Are you afraid of ghosts?" 　　This question finally made Yang Lan's expression change. During her career as a journalist, she had encountered several strange and terrifying experiences 　　. Unable to explain them scientifically, she had resorted to believing in ghosts and spirits, thus developing a subconscious fear. 　　Having finally found Yang Lan's Achilles' heel, Dean Sasha persisted, "Ms. Yang, 　　where do you think ghosts come from?" 　　"People become ghosts when they die, and the dead are buried in graves, so ghosts must come from graves," Yang Lan 　　's analysis seemed perfectly reasonable. 　　"Very good answer. As long as you're not afraid of graves, and even experience what it feels like to be buried in one, then 　　you'll never need to fear ghosts again. Ah Huang, Ah Lu! Untie your restraints and prepare everything for Miss Yang. We're about to move out 　　." How will Dean Sasha deal with (note: more accurately, treat) Yang Lan? 　　Behind the treatment center was a private cemetery. Although it wasn't dark yet, the hazy smog, the withered 　　trees, and the swarms of crows gave it a desolate and eerie feel. Dean Sasha led Yang Lan here, followed 　　by Ah Huang carrying a shovel and a large leather bag, and then Ah Lu pulling a human-shaped coffin with chains. 　　In one corner of the cemetery, a deep pit had already been dug. Was this Yang Lan's grave? 　　The four stopped beside the deep pit. After surveying the surroundings, Dean Sasha said, "Hmm... the feng shui is not bad. 　　Being buried here after death is a blessing. If Miss Yang doesn't have the courage, she can cancel this treatment. However, 　　the psychological shadow of being afraid of ghosts will haunt you for the rest of your life." This was clearly a provocation. 　　Yang Lan, not to be outdone, said, "Go ahead and try. To be honest, what I'm most afraid of is not being able to complete this interview." 　　Dean Sasha nodded in satisfaction and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely help you fulfill your wish. So let's begin now. 　　Miss Yang, please take off your clothes." 　　Yang Lan had come prepared. She had just reviewed two sets of medical records and knew that each treatment had to 　　be performed completely naked. Now, she had no choice but to go with the flow. The zipper on her chest was pulled down, and her entire racing driver outfit 　　slid off her body like a python shedding its skin. Her beautiful body, like that of Venus, was presented to everyone. Yang Lan's beauty 　　was comparable to that of Wu Shenglu and Zhang Siyan, but her alluring figure and snow-white skin were definitely superior to the two actresses. 　　Even Ah Huang and Ah Lu, who were used to seeing naked beauties, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. 　　Dean Sasha somehow acquired two small, green toy snakes, saying, "These little things will keep you company underground 　　. They're made of rubber, but they'll intermittently release a weak electric current to keep you from feeling too bored in the grave." The snakes 　　opened their mouths, and their fangs clamped down on Yang Lan's pink nipples like clamps, refusing to let go, though it wasn't too painful.

But the foreign object hanging from her chest gave her a strange feeling. Ah Huang took out something and handed it to Yang Lan. It turned out
to be a hand grenade, the kind used by American infantry during World War II. It was shaped like a pine nut,
as big as a fist, and its surface was covered with crisscrossing pits. When it exploded, the metal casing would shatter and scatter in all directions like bullets,
so it was extremely lethal. At this time, Dean Sasha explained, "After all, there is no danger or
fun to speak of. This hand grenade has been modified. It will explode after twelve hours when the safety ring is removed. However,
we cannot guarantee whether it will suddenly explode when it encounters vibration or pressure. But if we don't dig you out by the time the time is up, a
test explosion will definitely happen. Miss Yang, where do you think it would be most fun to have this hand grenade on you?"
Then her gaze fell on Yang Lan's lower body. Yang Lan understood Dean Sasha's implication. The weapon in her hand
could take her life at any moment, but to complete the interview, she resolutely removed the safety ring and shoved
the grenade into her fleshy hole. Although it hurt a little, she managed to insert it successfully. Yang Lan couldn't believe her body
could accommodate such a dangerous object.
Dean Sasha seemed to greatly admire this brave beauty, nodding and saying, "Miss Yang is indeed
a heroine. The burial method this time is rather special, neither Western nor Chinese, but Yin-Yang style, with
Yin inside and Yang outside. Yin represents softness, Yang represents hardness. First, we will perform Yin restraints..." Before she could finish speaking, Ah Huang
opened the large leather bag he had brought and spread it on the ground. It turned out to be a human-shaped restraint bag made of black leather that could wrap around a person
. At the same time, Ah Lu stepped forward and put a sealed ball with a hole in the middle on Yang Lan's head.
Ah Huang untied the straps on the top and bottom of the restraint bag, then unzipped the front and pulled open the leather cord. He then led Yang Lan
to lie down inside through the opening, inserting her arms into the sealed leather sleeves sewn into the left and right sides of the bag. The restraint bag
seemed to be custom-made for her, fitting her perfectly, and the leather was very supple. So, when Ah Huang smoothly pulled the zipper from
the abdomen of the restraint bag to her neck and throat to seal it, there was no difficulty at all. Next, he threaded the leather cord from her ankles to below her neck
like shoelaces, tightening it each time to ensure there was no extra space inside the bag. Finally
, the leather cord was tightly tied with a knot. After the straps on the restraint bag were fastened one by one, Yang Lan was restrained and unable to move like an Egyptian mummy
. Now, the only things exposed were her eyes and the small holes in her mouth.
"Feeling good, right? Next, we'll use the yang restraints. We'll put you into this titanium alloy humanoid coffin
before burial." Dean Sasha said, directing Ah Huang and Ah Lu to place the mummy-like Yang Lan
into the coffin. They then used several pre-installed metal straps to tightly secure her body. Finally, Yang Lan opened her eyes
and watched the coffin lid slowly close. She was now completely in a dark world. Was this
the world of ghosts? Then she heard the sound of the door locking. Yang Lan was now sealed like a corpse inside the humanoid coffin
. The only connection to the outside world was a small hole at the mouth of the coffin lid. A soft rubber throat was inserted through the hole, reaching
deep into Yang Lan's throat, causing her great discomfort. This would be her only breathing passage for survival.
Although she had lost her sight, Yang Lan felt the entire humanoid coffin being lifted and lowered into the pit. Then
came the sound of earth being buried. Now, Yang Lan felt the sensation of being buried—a
feeling of being far removed from the world, isolated from it all. Above ground, only a small section of the rubber hose that Yang Lan used to breathe was visible. Who
would have thought that a beautiful woman was buried alive beneath the soil? A small stone mound was placed on the soil, engraved
with "Tomb of Yang Lan 1990-201x" (Note: 201x, isn't that the year?).
Dean Sasha looked at the new tomb before her, a strange smile on her face, and said, "Finally, it's done. Miss Yang can
close her eyes now. Yes! The dead don't need air." With that, she buried the small section of the hose with soil.
Wouldn't that kill Yang Lan?
"Dean, it's time to go back," Ah Huang said, glancing at his watch. The three of them then
walked towards the treatment center, but their figures slowly faded and finally disappeared without a trace into the air.
Returning to Yang Lan inside the human-shaped coffin, she experienced something unprecedented. Now
a part of the underground world, she could effortlessly feel the flow of underground water, the growth of grass roots, and the crawling of earthworms. Suddenly,
an electric shock to her chest jolted her awake. She realized with a start that no more air was entering her throat, yet she didn't feel suffocated,
as if she didn't need to breathe. What was happening?
She screamed, but who would hear her? She could only resign herself to her fate, the only thing she could do was wait,
and when she got tired, she would sleep until the next electric shock woke her up. After countless such incidents, Yang Lan realized something was
wrong. Time seemed to have passed for ten years, a hundred years—definitely more than half a day. Why hadn't anyone rescued
her? After countless more such incidents, Yang Lan truly despaired. Now, she desperately wanted to die. Although
she couldn't move, she could still use her lower body to try and detonate the grenade inside her body, but no matter how hard she tried, the grenade wouldn't
detonate. This state of being unable to live or die, and not knowing how long she would have to stay there, drove Yang Lan mad.
The weather was perfect today, sunny and breezy—a wonderful day for sightseeing or a picnic.
Standing before the gates of the 731 Restriction Treatment Center were three people: Director Sasha, Ah Huang, and Ah Lu. However, Director Sasha wasn't a
short-haired blonde beauty, but a wrinkled, elderly foreign woman. Ah Huang and Ah Lu weren't men either, but two middle-
aged women.
"This Ms. Yang Lan is so unpunctual! She's late for an interview," Ah Huang
said, glancing at his watch. "I heard Ms. Yang Lan is a very professional reporter, so she'll definitely be on time.
Did something go wrong?" Ah Lu replied. Suddenly, Director Sasha's cell phone rang. She took it out and answered
, "Hello… What! How could this happen?… Well, there's nothing I can do… Goodbye."
"Director, what happened?" Ah Huang and Ah Lu asked in unison.
"It's the Sixth Cable TV. They said Ms. Yang was in a traffic accident and
was killed by a drunk driver. The interview has to be canceled," Director Sasha sighed. (Postscript: It is said that in
the instant before death, a person's brain cells become unusually active, allowing them to review their entire life in a few seconds, or
complete unfinished or impossible tasks in a few seconds. Of course, that only exists in dreams, but Yang Lan believes it belongs to...)
May Yang Lan rest in peace, Amen. (For the latter group, may she find peace.)

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