Heroine in the interrogation room

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Wei Qing entered the basement. Liu Xifen was tied to a wooden stake and had already fainted. "How is she?" He glanced at the thugs.

"Reporting to the chief, this little wench may look delicate, but she's tough as nails. We've used the tiger bench, the bar, poured cold water on her, and finger-crushing, but she hasn't said a word." "Wake her up!"

A bucket of cold water was poured over Xifen's face. The girl's head swayed twice, and with a soft "whoosh," she woke up. Her hands were tied behind her back to the wooden stake, and her feet were tied to two iron rings on the ground. Her thin shirt was already soaked with sweat, clinging to her delicate body, revealing glimpses of her beautiful figure and the exquisite curves of her body, especially her high, full breasts. Her clothes were torn in many places by the whip, with strips of cloth hanging down, revealing her bare shoulders, her breasts slightly exposed, and purple-red welts on her fair and delicate skin. Her head drooped to her chest, moving slightly, her long, soft hair falling loosely.

Wei Qing walked over and lifted Xi Fen's chin; she struggled weakly.

"Miss Liu, this is just the beginning. Why should such a beautiful girl like you suffer like this? As long as you name an accomplice, I guarantee you'll be free immediately, how about it?" Wei Qing leered at the girl's clearly visible bra beneath her soaked shirt. He took a deep drag of his cigar and blew the smoke into the girl's face.

Xi Fen pulled her hand away, turning her face away in utter disgust.

Xi Fen's clothes were disheveled, the first button undone, revealing a glimpse of her white breast. Wei Qing maliciously touched Xi Fen's breast with the red-hot cigarette butt. "Ah—" Xi Fen groaned in pain, her body trembling, biting her lower lip to stifle the moan. The cigarette butt continued to burn the girl's body, again and again.

Gradually, beads of sweat appeared on Xi Fen's forehead, trickling down her cheeks.

“Miss Xifen, are you hot? Why don’t you cool off?”

The first button of Xifen’s shirt was already undone, and Wei Qing reached out and unbuttoned another button. Xifen cried out in a trembling voice, “Stop! What are you doing?”

“Miss Xifen, I mean well. I see you’re all sweaty, and I want to help you cool off.” Wei Qing had always coveted Liu Xifen’s beauty. He held a grudge after being slapped by Xifen in public at the Rose Ballroom, and this was a perfect opportunity to humiliate her under torture.

“Besides, we’re going to burn the places on your body that are most sensitive to pain, so of course we need to take off your clothes first. Of course, if you confess now, you don’t have to take them off.” As he spoke, he groped Xifen’s chest.

“Pah!” Liu Xifen spat angrily at Wei Qing, who was caught off guard and spat in the face.

Enraged by being humiliated in front of his subordinates, he slapped Xifen hard across the face. Five finger marks appeared on her fair and beautiful cheek.

Wei Qing grabbed her hair and demanded, "Are you going to talk or not?!"

Xi Fen stubbornly broke free from his grasp, glared at him angrily, and turned her face away.

"Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences today." Wei Qing was furious. He completely unbuttoned Liu Xi Fen's shirt, pulling the torn fabric down to her shoulders.

Her body was as white as jade, with rounded shoulders, well-proportioned collarbones, delicate and tender breasts, a long, slender neck, and two arms like tender lotus roots. An apricot-yellow bra covered her full breasts. The thugs were almost stunned. The girl's body, glistening with sweat, exuded the unique fragrance of a young girl.

The red-hot cigarette butt continued to poke Xi Fen's shoulders, arms, neck, and breasts. Xi Fen twisted her body in pain, biting her lower lip tightly, unable to utter a sound. Brown burn marks were left on the girl's alabaster skin.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

"..." Still, stubborn silence. Xi Fen's chest heaved.

"Damn it, I'll see what you're made of today, how hard your bones really are!"

With that, Wei Qing ripped off Xi Fen's bra.

"Ah! You beast!"

Xi Fen felt a chill on her chest. Through the torn bra, her virgin breasts, never before exposed to any man, bounced out—a pair of full, high, jade-like breasts, bouncing and throbbing, the two rosy nipples particularly vibrant.

Her pure, jade-like breasts were exposed to the lewd gazes of a group of enemies, her snow-white breasts beautifully upturned.

Wei Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss Xi Fen is truly a beauty."

Xi Fen had never let a man see her body before. She never imagined that her first exposure of her pure, innocent body would be in an enemy torture chamber.

Liu Xi Fen's beautiful face flushed crimson with shame, and she turned her face away in pain. Her proud, full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Wei Qing reached out his left hand and grasped Liu Xifen's right breast. The skin felt incredibly smooth, soft, and warm, with a uniquely youthful scent.

The moment Wei Qing's hand touched her breast, Xifen trembled violently and struggled desperately to escape his filthy hand. But Wei Qing easily held her firm breasts. Her precious breasts were being wantonly violated by the enemy. The young female Communist Party member's pure virgin breasts were being defiled. Exposing her body to men, having her breasts touched by a man—all of this was Xifen's first time experiencing the purity and sacredness of youth, and it was happening in front of vicious enemies, in their torture chamber.

"You scoundrels! Shameless beasts!" Xifen twisted and struggled violently. The girl blushed with shame. But with her breasts held, she couldn't escape the enemy's defilement. After a while, Xifen gave up her futile struggles, remaining motionless, allowing the enemy to violate her. Wei Qing grasped the girl's breasts, feeling their tender, soft, and elastic texture, and the warmth of her body. Although her expression remained steadfast, Wei Qing could clearly feel Liu Xifen trembling like a frightened deer, tears welling in her eyes.

"Miss Xifen, don't get agitated. It's not too late to talk now; the real show is yet to come." Wei Qing wantonly played with Liu Xifen's breasts, pinching her tender pink nipples.

The thugs also surrounded her, lewdly squeezing her breasts. "This little wench is really cute. If you talk, we'll put your clothes on. How about it, little girl?"

"A lady of high birth is just different; I really can't bear to burn her."

"..."

Xifen endured the shame and pain, glaring at her enemies.

Wei Qing knew that humiliation wouldn't subdue her, so he lit another cigar.

“Miss Xifen, if you don’t speak up, I’ll have to take action. Such a beautiful body, it’s really hard to bear.”

The girl fought back tears, her pair of lustrous breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her rosy nipples particularly delicate.

“Hiss,” a wisp of smoke rose from Xifen’s right breast. A girl’s breasts are so tender; she groaned in pain, her shoulders jerking to the left. Because only her hands and feet were bound, she had considerable room to move.

The thug on her left laughed, burning her snow-white left breast with incense. Just as the girl’s body turned, Wei Qing burned her right breast.

Xifen continued to twist her naked breasts from side to side, her high, firm breasts trembling violently.

Under this cruel torture, Xifen’s snow-white shoulders and beautiful face twisted incessantly from side to side.

"Director, should we tie her up tighter?"

"No need." Wei Qing grinned maliciously. While burning Liu Xifen, he tried to find out where she was most sensitive by the intensity of her twisting and struggling; at the same time, he wanted to exhaust Xifen's physical strength and even break her will through twisting and struggling.

The burning cigarette butts and incense sticks were repeatedly pressed against Comrade Liu Xifen's delicate breasts. How tender were a young woman's breasts, how could they withstand such cruel torture? Sadly, Xifen only let out a soft groan after the first burn. After that, the steadfast girl never uttered another groan, at most letting out a muffled "hmm" through her nose when she could no longer bear it. Beads of sweat seeped from her fair forehead and streamed down her cheeks.

After every five or six burns, Wei Qing would take a deep drag, the cigarette butt exploding into sparks, before continuing to burn Comrade Xifen. Wei Qing found the cigars that had burned the girl's breasts tasted particularly good, as if carrying a faint, sweet fragrance of a young woman's milk.

The repeated, violent twisting and struggling exhausted Xifen's strength. She understood Wei Qing's malicious intentions. So she endured it without moving an inch, letting the enemy torture her as they pleased. But the instinct to flinch at pain is natural, and the burning of a cigar on the breasts was excruciating for a naive young woman. So, although she tried her best to resist, after only a dozen or so burns, she would lose control and twist her shoulders.

Seeing Liu Xifen's resilience, no longer flinching at the cigarette butt pressed against her breasts, Wei Qing became even more ruthless. Each time, he would take a deep drag to light the cigarette, then press the red-hot end not gently against the girl's body, but firmly into the delicate skin of her breasts. Several times, the cigar was extinguished. While burning her, Wei Qing said, "I'll make you hard! I'll make you hard!..." The initial burns only left small, brownish spots on the girl's body, which would mostly heal in the future. But each subsequent burn lasted for more than ten seconds, leaving dark purple marks on the young woman's breasts. Such brutal burning would leave obvious scars on the girl's innocent breasts even after the wounds healed. Due to the repeated scalding, the girl's chest muscles spasmed and convulsed uncontrollably. Xifen could barely control her body anymore. Each scalding caused her violent struggle. Not only that, Wei Qing continued to defile Xifen's body during the torture, repeatedly kneading her breasts. Her tender pink nipples resembled glistening dewdrops on white lotus roots, and Wei Qing viciously pinched and twisted them, causing her to grit her teeth in pain, barely managing to suppress a cry.

The torture continued, Xifen's vision gradually blurred, and Wei Qing's shouts faded into the distance. The girl was tortured until she fainted.

"Splash!" A bucket of cold water was splashed on her face, and Xifen slowly raised her head.

During the breaks in the torture, Xifen breathed heavily, her body drenched in sweat, her breath coming in soft gasps.

"Miss Xifen, will you talk or not?" Wei Qing caressed the girl's breasts, her skin as soft and delicate as jade.

"Pah!" Xifen spat in Wei Qing's face. Enraged, Wei Qing unbuckled his belt and began to whip Xifen mercilessly. Each lash left a deep purple welt on Xifen's body, her face contorting in pain.

Crimson welts crisscrossed Xifen's half-naked body.

After the brutal beating, Wei Qing ordered his thugs to pour concentrated salt water onto Xifen's bare upper body. "Ugh—...ugh—..." The girl felt as if a thousand needles were piercing her body. The concentrated salt water flowed over her battered body, seeping into her wounds, causing excruciating pain. She tried her best to suppress her moans, biting her lip hard.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly. Xifen lost consciousness again, but the enemy poured cold water on her, and she awoke.

Wei Qing lifted Xi Fen's right breast, "Miss Xi Fen, let's play this to the end today, let's see if your bones are tougher or my torture is more vicious!" When Wei Qing's hand touched her breast, Xi Fen trembled again. Although her will was very strong, she was still a pure young woman, how could she bear such humiliation?

Wei Qing reached out and grabbed Xi Fen's pure breast, feeling that Liu Xi Fen's breasts were very elastic, obviously still a virgin. Her breasts were too big to hold in one hand, but full when left. Her skin was smooth, delicate, and soft.

Wei Qing pinched Xi Fen's nipple and rubbed it hard. Xi Fen endured the pain with shame and turned her face away.

The girl's tender pink nipple stood up under the stimulation, and the milk ducts opened. Wei Qing turned around and picked up a rough pig bristle, "Miss Xi Fen, let's do something fun." As he spoke, he grabbed the girl's right breast again.

Xifen's breasts were very sensitive, and she felt a pang of panic, wondering how this beast would torture them. But she showed no sign of panic, stubbornly holding her head high.

Wei Qing slowly inserted a pig bristle into Xifen's right nipple through the milk duct.

A young woman's sensitive nipples are extremely vulnerable to torture; Xifen felt a piercing pain accompanied by an unbearable itching as the bristle pierced deep into her breast through the milk duct. The girl's delicate brows furrowed, her teeth clenched, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, all of Liu Xifen's muscles were tense. She used all her strength to cope with the pain in her right breast.

The bristle had penetrated four or five inches deep. "Speak! Who is your accomplice?"

There was no answer. The girl's body trembled; she knew that Wei Qing was about to begin torturing her other breast.

Wei Qing then inserted a pig bristle into Liu Xifen's left breast. When the second needle pierced all the way in, Xifen was in so much pain that her whole body was covered in a layer of glistening sweat. When Wei Qing released her breasts, the girl couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Miss Xifen, you thought it was over once it was inserted? This is just the preparation; the real pain is yet to come!"

A three-inch-long section of pig bristle protruded from each of Liu Xifen's nipples, and Wei Qing grabbed one and gently twisted it.

A piercing pain shot through Xifen's vision.

The pig bristle was inserted straight into the milk duct, touching the most sensitive nerves inside the girl's breast, the extremely sensitive nerves deep inside were being tormented by the piercing pain.

Xifen felt as if her heart was being torn apart by this piercing pain accompanied by unbearable itching.

She turned her face away and bit a lock of her hair, suppressing a groan. The girl held her breath, enduring the inhuman torture with the last bit of strength in her body, her face twisting from side to side, sweat streaming down her cheeks. Her lower clothes were also soaked.

"How does it feel, Miss Xifen? This is a torture device I recently invented, specially prepared for a tough woman like you."

He continued to rotate and thrust the boar bristles inserted deep into the girl's breasts, the tips churning and piercing the most sensitive deep nerves in Xifen's breasts. (These nerves would normally bring pleasure to the mother when the baby nurses.) The rough barbs on the boar bristles pricked the nerves inside the girl's mammary glands during the thrusting, causing her unbearable pain. The girl's muscles tensed, and her lips, with a lock of black hair between them, trembled uncontrollably.

Liu Xifen, a steadfast and unyielding daughter of the Party, faced the enemy's barbaric and despicable torture, her virgin breasts exposed, enduring the enemy's torment of her most sensitive parts without uttering a sound. But Xifen was, after all, a girl; she really wanted to cry out loud, perhaps to alleviate some of the suffering. But she couldn't let the enemy see a single tear; she silently told herself, "Hold on, hold on." Xifen lost consciousness once more.

With a soft "whimper," Xifen slowly stirred, waking up. Beads of sweat glistened on her delicate face, a few long strands of her soft black hair clinging to her cheeks. Her tender lips moved slightly, chapped and bitten in several places.

Her eyes opened slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her clothes had been pulled down to her shoulders, revealing her fair skin covered in wounds. Her breasts were full and firm, the snow-white peaks rising high on her chest, the nipples rosy and tender. Xifen's breasts were covered with various whip and branding marks, each nipple still pierced with a pig bristle.

"Will you talk or not!" Wei Qing grabbed Liu Xifen's hair.

"..."

Wei Qing violently stirred the pig bristles embedded in Xifen's breasts again, a sharp pain causing her to bite her lip to barely suppress a cry, sweat beading on her cheeks again. Her shoulders trembled helplessly, her head turned to one side, the veins on her neck bulging and throbbing.

Seeing the girl's full breasts glistening with beads of sweat, and hearing her painful gasps, Wei Qing's lust was aroused once more. He reached out his right hand and grasped Xi Fen's entire beautiful left breast in his palm. The girl's breast was warm and soft, yet elastic, incredibly tactile, and Wei Qing couldn't resist kneading it. Tears welled up in Xi Fen's clear and bright eyes. She felt as if countless caterpillars were crawling on her chest, an indescribable sense of disgust and humiliation engulfing her. But she didn't struggle, because she knew clearly that it was futile and would only give her enemy more pleasure. Stubbornly, she silently endured it, without moving an inch. Wei Qing used his dirty hands, which had just been used to clean his feet, to wantonly caress Xi Fen's breasts, viciously kneading the girl's injured breasts. How could a pure young woman bear such humiliation? But Xi Fen understood that any resistance was useless and would only embolden her enemy. She turned her face away, silently enduring the pain and humiliation. "I must not let the enemy see a single tear!" Each tear fell into her heart.

Wei Qing looked at Liu Xifen's stubborn face, which seemed exceptionally beautiful, especially her expression as she bit her lip to suppress a groan, which was particularly moving. The purplish-red scars on her body made her skin appear even whiter. Wei Qing grabbed her chin, trying to turn her face around.

Xifen stubbornly turned her face to the left, and Wei Qing couldn't budge her. He grabbed her chin again, but Xifen stubbornly broke free of his grasp.

"Damn it! This little girl is pretty stubborn!" Wei Qing grabbed her chin hard, forcefully twisting her face around. Xifen's jaw was almost dislocated. She glared angrily at the enemy.

“What a beautiful girl, it’s almost too much to do, what a pity.” He shamelessly stroked the girl’s face, his hand touching a wound on her cheek—a deep cut from the belt buckle when Wei Qing had brutally whipped Xi Fen’s chest. Xi Fen winced in pain and jerked slightly. Wei Qing smiled smugly.

Darkness was falling. Xi Fen had been tortured all day and still hadn’t uttered a single confession.

“You’ve had a long day. Brothers, you’ve worked hard. Go and rest for a while. We’ll continue tonight. Let Miss A Fen rest too.” Wei Qing winked at the iron chain hanging from the rafters.

Two thugs responded, untied the girl from the stake, dragged her to the chain, twisted her hands behind her back, bound her wrists with the rope on the chain, tightened the rope, and hoisted her up by her arms, forcing her to stand on tiptoe.

Wei Qing lifted Xi Fen's face. "Miss Xi Fen, please rest well." With that, he pressed a button on the wall, and the floor beneath Xi Fen's feet split open, revealing a deep hole about a meter square.

The taut rope snapped shut, suspending the girl in mid-air.

Xi Fen felt as if needles were pricking her shoulder joints, the pain excruciating. Stars flashed before her eyes, her body went limp, and cold sweat poured down her back. All her weight was on her suspended arms. Her body swung back and forth in the air, struggling desperately, kicking her legs wildly, trying in vain to find a foothold. But suspended in mid-air, she couldn't even muster the strength to struggle; the swaying only intensified the pain in her arms. Her head hung low, large beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, sticking her loose hair to her forehead and face, obscuring half of her face. Her shoulder joints felt as if they had been dislocated; the pain grew increasingly intense, causing waves of nausea, and her shoulder muscles spasmed repeatedly. The girl felt she couldn't take it anymore; her body grew weaker and weaker, and she was in unbearable pain.

Sometime later, the enemies gradually left.

Late at night, Wei Qing returned to the interrogation room, ordered his thugs to lower the chains by two feet, and brought in a sofa to sit in front of Xi Fen.

Liu Xi Fen was half-naked, her hair soaked with sweat, clinging to her forehead and cheeks. Her pale face was extremely haggard, and every breath aggravated the pain in her breasts and shoulders. Wei Qing lewdly admired the girl's exquisite body, especially her perfectly shaped breasts, white and glistening. When Xi Fen realized the enemy was staring at her breasts, out of a girl's instinctive shyness, she endured the pain and tossed her soaked hair to her chest. After struggling a few times, although she couldn't completely cover them, she at least concealed her delicate red nipples. Looking at Liu Xifen's blushing face and the way she gritted her teeth and tossed her hair in pain, Wei Qing was overwhelmed with lust. He said lewdly, "Don't bother, Miss Xifen. Just confess your accomplices, and I'll dress you right away, okay?"

"..." Xifen ignored him, realizing her subconscious action was meaningless. Here, she couldn't resist the enemy's attempts to humiliate her; she could only rely on her unwavering will to resist their insults and torture.

Due to the pain, the girl had sweated profusely all day and hadn't drunk any water, leaving her extremely weak and almost dehydrated. She bit her chapped lips, her throat parched. Sweat dripped incessantly from her chin, a fine layer of beads covering her naked body. Two pig bristles were still stuck in Xifen's nipples, her breasts numb with pain. A bead of sweat the size of a soybean slid down Xifen's cheek and stopped at her lips. The girl laboriously stuck out her tongue to lick that drop of sweat.

Wei Qing sipped his chilled champagne, watching as Afen, parched, licked her own sweat.

Just as Xifen was about to lick that drop, Wei Qing suddenly and maliciously twisted the boar bristle stuck in Xifen's breast.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, Xifen couldn't help but groan. Her body writhed violently, causing excruciating pain in her arms and breasts.

Sweat dripped from her chin.

Xifen glared angrily at Wei Qing, "You inhuman beast! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Miss Xifen, this is nothing compared to the punishments to come."

"Speak, and I'll give you water."

A large glass of cold water was held to her lips.

Xifen desperately wanted to drink, but she stubbornly turned her face away.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Qing asked, still twisting the boar bristle.

Although Liu Xifen was very strong, she was still a young woman, and she couldn't help but groan a few more times, immediately biting her lip to suppress it.

Her long hair fell loose, obscuring half her face, but Ah Fen's pained expression was still visible.

Wei Qing thought Xi Fen's voice was sweet, especially when she occasionally groaned; it was even more melodious and delicate.

"Miss Liu, just cry out if it hurts. Your moans are even more alluring than those of the girls at the brothel. You truly are a lady of high society."

He viciously thrust and twisted the bristles, and Xi Fen's body writhed and struggled violently, her facial muscles twitching incessantly. Each time he pulled out and thrust back into her nipple, the girl felt her heart being torn apart; it was excruciating pain. She turned her face away and bit a lock of hair to endure the pain, refusing to utter another groan.

After an unknown amount of time, Xi Fen fainted again, a lock of hair still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

"Splash!" A bucket of cold water was splashed on Liu Xi Fen's face. The girl's body swayed a few times from the water, but her head remained drooping. "Splash!" Another bucket of cold water was poured over her, and she slowly awoke. Wei Qing sat on the sofa, grabbed Xi Fen's hair, and lifted her face. "Miss Xi Fen, will you confess or continue?" Xi Fen had just woken up; her vision was blurry, but gradually cleared, revealing Wei Qing's ugly, sinister grin.

Wei Qing lewdly played with Xi Fen's chin, watching the girl's pained expression. "Will you confess or not?"

Xi Fen hated this beast and suddenly bit his hand with all her might.

Wei Qing was caught off guard and bitten. "Ouch!" He tried to pull his hand back, but Xi Fen held on tightly. Several thugs pried open Xi Fen's jaw to free Wei Qing.

Xi Fen glared at her enemies: "Make me surrender? You're dreaming!"

Wei Qing's hand was bleeding profusely from the bite, and his fingers were injured. He was furious and frantically ordered his thugs:

"Bring the branding iron!"

"Heat the branding iron red-hot and burn her, you bitch!"

The thugs pumped the bellows, and several branding irons heated in the fire. Wei Qing grinned viciously at Xifen: "Today I'll teach you a lesson about the consequences of opposing me. Think about it, what will it feel like to have this red-hot branding iron seared into your delicate breasts?"

Sweat poured down Xifen's forehead. She watched as the branding irons on the furnace gradually turned dark red, then brighter and brighter, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip desperately. Xifen repeatedly told herself in her heart, "Hold on! You must hold on!"

Finally, the branding irons were glowing red-hot. The thugs pulled them out of the furnace, held them to Liu Xifen's nose, and asked, "Have you thought it through? Are you going to talk or not?"

The branding irons were only an inch from the girl's nose, the heat hitting Xifen's face so intensely that she could barely open her eyes. Her lips trembled, but she remained silent. With

a wave of his hand, Wei Qing sent a thug to brand Xi Fen's fair and tender breasts with a red-hot iron.

"Sizzle—" The iron burned her skin with a chilling sound, a wisp of smoke rising. "Ah—!" With a scream of pain, Xi Fen's beautiful face snapped back, her long, flowing hair whipping in the air. The torture chamber was instantly filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh. Veins bulged on Xi Fen's long, pink neck, her muscles contorting in agony. She quickly lost consciousness.

The thugs poured three buckets of cold water over her before she slowly awoke, raising her head, her hair still dripping wet. Before her, the enemy had replaced the iron with a fresh red-hot one. Wei Qing roared, "Liu Xi Fen, if you keep resisting, you'll suffer the consequences! If you don't confess, this time we'll brand your breasts!"

The Party's daughter, Liu Xi Fen, remained steadfast in the face of the enemy's barbaric and depraved torture. She roared, "You beasts! Today, I'll let you brand my body as you please! You'll get no confession! Give it to me!"

"Give it to me," Wei Qing said, taking the branding iron to personally brand Comrade Xi Fen's breasts.

The red-hot iron slowly moved towards the girl's chest. Wei Qing grinned maliciously at Liu Xi Fen, trying to find fear and submission in her eyes. But all he saw on Liu Xi Fen's face was the resolute expression of a female Communist Party member. Xi Fen looked at Wei Qing with contempt, proudly displaying her scarred breasts.

Xi Fen's face was deathly pale as she watched the translucent, heated iron slowly approach her high breasts. "Hiss—"

The moment the iron touched her left breast, Xi Fen's whole body convulsed violently. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her face abruptly turned to the right. Her teeth clenched, her lips trembled, but she didn't utter a sound. How could a young woman's precious breasts endure such torture? The red-hot iron cruelly burned the most sensitive part of the girl's upper body. Intense pain shot through her breasts and spread throughout her body, but Xifen endured it without uttering a sound. Seeing Xifen's remarkable resilience, the vicious Wei Qing frantically pressed a red-hot branding iron firmly against the girl's delicate breasts. What should have been a two- or three-second branding session, Wei Qing cruelly burned Xifen for over ten seconds. Despite the excruciating pain in her breasts, Liu Xifen didn't faint as quickly as before. She could barely withstand the momentary sharp pain with astonishing willpower, but how could a young woman endure the continuous pain in her breasts? In the smoke filled with the smell of burning flesh, she writhed in agony, finally unable to hold back her scream. The piercing scream even made one of the thugs turn away. Even as Xifen's face slumped heavily, Wei Qing's branding iron remained pressed against her breasts.

"Wake her up!" Wei Qing roared frantically. "

Chief, if we continue interrogating her today, I'm afraid this little wench won't be able to hold on.

We'll reschedule for another day, drag it out."

[The End]

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