The Tyrannical Prince's Revenge

Act Zero – I Will Be Back:

Zhang Ziliang has escaped from prison, becoming the first person to successfully escape from Wancheng No. 1 Prison without being recaptured
. He has disappeared from Country C and is listed as an S-level wanted criminal by the Ministry of Public Security.

Who exactly is Zhang Ziliang?

Zhang Ziliang, male, 31 years old, has a grandfather who is a high-ranking official at the central level, a father who was once a provincial leader, and a mother who
was once the president of the provincial court. He is a powerful figure in H province. He grew up in a privileged environment,
is loyal but lacks ambition, and indulges in all sorts of vices, including drinking, gambling, and prostitution. He has close
ties with the underworld in H province. Later, he was attracted by some bad friends and went from prostitution to abusing women. At first, he
only played with prostitutes, engaging in 3P, 5P, mild whipping, and candle wax torture. Later, he became more and more addicted and developed a liking for
girls in various uniforms. He began to subject girls to all kinds of torture, not just lightly, but in a realistic environment.
On many occasions, he broke the legs of college girls while using the tiger bench. Later, someone reported him to
the central government and he almost lost his life. Fortunately, his grandfather intervened and suppressed the incident. However, his grandfather also gave him
a severe beating, which made him much more restrained.

However, once he let go of his feelings, it was hard to take them back. He later contacted his close friend Du Huo, who
promoted him to warden of HX Prison. Du Huo also built a two-story building with a basement in the prison's backyard, equipped with
the best soundproofing. The building was filled with all kinds of torture instruments from ancient and modern times, both Chinese
and foreign. He also recruited his close friends Sun Ming and Li Liang, and made arrangements with the court. Whenever there were young and beautiful female prisoners, no matter
what their reasons or crimes, they were all sent there first. Those who were guilty were sent there, and those who were awaiting punishment were also sent there. Those who were guilty were better off,
as were sometimes tortured. Those awaiting punishment suffered terribly. Whatever crime they were convicted of, that was the crime they
were convicted of. Even minor crimes were tortured into major ones. Women who accepted their fate were better off, as they couldn't withstand too much torture. But those who didn't accept their fate or
felt wronged suffered terribly. The torture instruments there were even worse than those in Baigongguan and Zhaizidong. If someone was
particularly beautiful, the torture they suffered was immense.

For example, once a company marketing staff member was only suspected of bribing 30,000 yuan. Whether it was a
deliberate frame-up or not was still under investigation. Normally, such a person should have been waiting at home for a court notice, but instead, they brought her to
their place. This young woman was very pretty, and she was from out of town with no local connections. They
conspired to charge her with 5 million yuan in bribery, wrote a document, and forced her to confess. Of course, she didn't confess,
unaware of their power. In her anger, she bumped into Zhang Ziliang and stumbled. Zhang Ziliang, however, told
the young woman You don't want to confess, huh? Then don't confess." He then gagged her and
subjected her to all the torture instruments in the torture chamber—ancient clamps, baskets, tiger benches, and modern electric shocks—for about a day and a night.
When they removed the gag, the young woman was only breathing and not exhaling.

Even worse, they once took advantage of a drunken girl
to forcibly take her to prison and gang raped her because she refused to be Li Liang's girlfriend. Later, fearing that things would get out of hand, they tortured
the stubborn girl in a small building for three days and three nights until she went insane and was sent to a mental hospital. As a result, the girl
's mother committed suicide that night, which also sowed the seeds for the downfall of this organized crime group. (Interested
readers can check out my prequel, *One Hand Covers the Sky—The Legend of the Tyrannical Prince*)

Act One—Chase and Counter-Chase

Shengdao Bar is a small bar located on a not-so-bustling street, quite inconspicuous.
It wasn't opening time at 11 AM, but two girls arrived at the door and started knocking. The
girl was tall, about 1.75 meters, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt tucked
into slightly flared blue jeans, and white strappy high-heeled sandals without socks. Her streamlined arches and slender toes
were exposed. She had long, flowing hair, an oval face, large eyes, a high nose, and a slightly mixed-race look. Her
exposed skin was flawless. The girl on the right was also quite tall, only slightly shorter than the one on the left
, about 1.68 meters, with short, wavy hair and an oval face, but her aura was
completely different . She wore a white t-shirt and a dark blue 7... Her jeans barely covered her calves, and white Nike
socks clung to her slender ankles, revealing a healthy tan between the socks and jeans. Below, she wore a pair of red
and white Reebok sneakers. If the former was a tall, proud willow tree, exuding both arrogance and a touch of heroism, then
the latter was an endless blaze, radiating youthful energy.

"Sister Liu, are you sure you saw it right? You're saying Li Liang still dares to be in this city?" the fiery girl
asked.

"Hmph, even if he were ashes, I'd still recognize him. They abused Wenwen, drove her insane, and
even caused my aunt to commit suicide. How could I not remember him? He went in last night and hasn't come out since." The proud
girl said through gritted teeth.

You are my only one… The fiery girl was about to say something when her phone rang.

"Sister Ye, where are you? Rou and I are almost at the bar." A
gentle .

"Liu and I are here, just waiting for you. Hurry up, Sister Liu said Li Liang was last seen here."

"Okay, we'll be there in 5 minutes. By the way, my sister asked if you want to call your colleagues."

"No need yet, we're just investigating here, it should be fine. Besides, with me here, there
shouldn't be any problems. If he dares to show up, I'll kick him like I kicked Zhang Ziliang. Also, did your Sister Rou
bring a gun If she does, I think no one within a hundred paces can escape her rapid fire. Don't forget
how we caught Zhang Ziliang last time."

"I see you guys, Sister, you're still as beautiful as ever after two months." A taxi
turned appeared in their sight.

"Little girl, all you do is sweet talk. No matter how pretty you are, it's not as good as your brain. Without your plan, we
really couldn't have caught Zhang Ziliang and his gang. This time, you'd better deduce for us and catch that Li Liang,
it's also a way to avenge Wenwen." Speaking of Wenwen, the fiery girl couldn't help but raise her voice.

A taxi stopped in front of the bar, and two girls got out. The girl who got out from the front door was not very tall.
She was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a small, delicate face that still held a youthful innocence. She
looked no older than 18. Her hair was medium-length, dyed a light yellow. She wore a tight yellow t-shirt that
accentuated her still-developing breasts, and a white A-line tennis skirt. Her legs were long and slender, and
she wore white short socks, but instead of athletic socks, she wore rolled-up princess-style socks, and a pair of Gap flat canvas
shoes. The overall look was that of a petite and innocent student.

The second girl looked very composed. She resembled the first girl somewhat in the corners of her eyes and brows, but
was much more mature. Her flowing long hair shone reddish in the midday sun, and she wore two small diamond
earrings. She wore a yellow tank top under a white shirt, unbuttoned, a gray
business skirt, sheer stockings, and white mid-heeled shoes. Her legs were also
long and slender , giving her a calm yet gentle aura, like a pool of water.

It was hard to ignore these four beauties. Just then, the bar door opened, and a middle-aged man
walked out, still half-asleep and yawning widely.

"Who is it? Making such a racket so early in the morning, can't a person get any sleep?" Seeing the four beauties standing in front of him, he was startled
and immediately became much more awake. "What are you doing here?"

"Sir, did you see this person last night?" the soft-spoken girl spoke first,
showing him a picture of Li Liang.

"This... I feel like I've seen him before, but I don't think I've seen him before either. You know bars get really dark at night, so how about this:
you guys come in first, and I'll ask the waiter. There's a place to stay behind our building, and if we're lucky, he might still be here."

"Okay, thank you for asking." The four girls filed in, unaware of the
fleeting .

About 30 minutes passed, and the middle-aged man still hadn't appeared. The fiery girl was getting impatient, muttering to herself in the bar
. Just then, the middle-aged man emerged from a side door.

"I've already called the waiter, but he lives quite far away and will be here in a bit. Would you
like something to drink?"

"No, thank you." The gentle girl politely declined before the fiery girl could even say anything.

"It's alright, I'll get you some water. It's only right to serve beautiful girls," he said
, taking and handing them to them. "You guys keep waiting, I have other things to do."

About 30 minutes later, the girls had almost finished their water
when , exuding a fierce aura that instinctively made them feel dangerous.

"Who's looking for me?" he said rudely.

The fiery girl was about to lash out when the gentle girl grabbed her. "Have you seen this person before?"

"Let me see." The man snatched the photo. "Hey, you mean him? Yes, I've seen him. I
arranged for him to stay in the back last night. He got drunk and brought three girls in. How come you know him too? Is he as handsome as me, Old
Zhang?"

"You know him? Where does he live?" The fiery girl grabbed the big man's shoulder.

The big man winced in pain. "Take it easy, little girl, how can you be so strong? Tell me
what relationship is, or I can't tell you. This is the rule of our bar."

"This," the fiery girl rolled her eyes in anger.

"Here's the thing, he's my older brother. There's an emergency at home, and we need to find him. Can you tell us where he is
?"

"Oh, okay, I'll take you there then."

The girls followed the burly man through a back door and upstairs. Ahead was a long,
dark .

"It's in room 214 up ahead," the burly man led the way. They walked halfway down the corridor.

"Sister, something seems off," the middle girl tugged at her sister.

"Yeah, I feel it too," the gentle girl quietly placed her hand on the pistol in her bag. "

Wait, we'll go see for ourselves. You can go now," the gentle girl said to the burly man.

The burly man ignored her and continued walking with his head down.

"Ye Zi, something's wrong. Protect Xiao Yan and Sister Liu. We'll retreat first and call for backup. Quick!"

Before the words were finished, all the lights on the walls turned on, and a person appeared at the end of the corridor, along
with the middle-aged man who had opened the door and a group of burly men carrying sticks. At the same time,
another group of burly men appeared in the corridor behind them.

The man who came out first was dressed in a black suit, with a sinister look on his face. He clapped his hands and said, "
You have a path to heaven but you choose to die. Heh, I, Li Liang, can't bear to see you die. My older brother
misses terribly. Come on, surrender yourselves without me lifting a finger."

"You're dreaming, Li Liang! Today we're going to avenge Wenwen!" The fiery girl pulled out four
small knives .

"Ye Zi, you deal with the front, I'll deal with the back, quick!" the gentle girl said. "Sister Liu and Xiao Yan, squat down."

Li Liang flashed behind the group of burly men. "Ignoring the situation, I bet you can't even twist a nail with your bodies made of iron. Follow me,
capture them alive, 100,000 each!"

The group of men howled and charged towards the four girls as if they were charging towards a flock of sheep.

Three loud bangs rang out, and the heads of the three burly men at the front exploded, their skulls completely shattered. The gentle
girl held a silver pistol that seemed utterly incongruous with her appearance—a famous Desert Eagle. In contrast to
the deafening roar, the fire girl's attack was completely silent. But silence didn't mean she couldn't kill;
seven men in front of her were already clutching their necks, convulsing on the ground, while she

moved with fluid grace. "That woman only has seven bullets. Charge! She can't do anything at close range. You guys grab those two
smaller ones ; I'll handle the one in white." Seeing the situation turning against him, Li Liang immediately rushed forward and engaged Ye Zi
in combat. At the same time, he was startled, thinking to himself: So she also knew internal martial arts; no wonder she's so powerful.

Ye Zi was even more shocked. She hadn't expected this
spoiled internal martial arts skills. Although slightly inferior to her own, it wasn't something that could be decided in a short time. If
she had been there when Zhang Ziliang was arrested, things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Rou's gun fired again, four bullets hitting their targets perfectly. Then came the sound of a domestically produced Type 92 special pistol.
Knowing she had several handguns in her bag, the situation wasn't looking good for Li Liang. Only three of the burly men he'd brought remained
, cowering and watching as Rou's pistols were aimed at them. Li Liang panicked.

Just then, the middle-aged man who opened the door shouted, "Get down!"

Rou, Yan, and Liu felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground. Ye Zi also felt short of breath and her movements
slowed. Caught off guard, she was struck in the stomach by Li Liang, doubled over in pain. Li Liang grabbed her hair and
slammed his chin against her shoulder, causing her to spin several times on the ground in agony. Li Liang then dislocated her shoulder. Ye Zi,
her face pale with pain , cried out

, "You're despicable, using drugs!"

The middle-aged man smiled humbly, "It seems all bad people are like this. Sorry, be careful next time.
Hehe, but you won't have the chance. Go enjoy your life with your older brother, I guarantee you'll be
happy, hehe. Remember my name when you leave, Medicine God Li Ming."

Ye Zi finally collapsed.

"Perhaps, after you wake up, your lives will be different from everyone else's," the Medicine God murmured...

To be continued ...

Act 2 - The Beginning of the Journey

Scorpion Island is an inconspicuous little island in the high seas, named for its scorpion-like shape. It was probably
granted a knighthood by the British Royal Family in the 18th century, and after changing hands several times, it came into the possession of this
middle-aged man . Due to his illness, he is not happy every day. When he is unhappy, the castle is filled with
the piercing screams of women.

But he was very happy today, it was obvious from his face. It wasn't just because his subordinate had contacted the drug
buyer , but also because this subordinate had brought him an unexpected and joyful gift—perhaps enough to make him happy for a year
.

"Come on, let's see if our little one has woken up yet?" Having finished sunbathing, he wheeled himself back to the castle,
followed closely by four burly men in black, their faces expressionless.

The castle was still an 18th-century Gothic building, but for his convenience, the staircases had been replaced with
elevators. One of the men pushed him to a large door on the first basement level. He took a deep breath and
said, "Go in."

The door was slowly pushed open by two of the men. Inside were the four girls that Li Liang had captured, all handcuffed to
steel handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, their hands raised in a Y-shape, their shoes removed and tossed aside, their
feet tightly bound to the cold ground.

He was quite pleased with their current appearance and couldn't bear to wake them. After a long while, he sighed,

"Go wake them up, it's time for the banquet."

The man in black didn't say much, but went over and injected a little medicine into each of their arms. Less than 10 minutes later, Ye Zi, who was in better
physical condition, was the first to wake up.

"Where am I? Let me go!" When she saw that it was someone she knew, her eyes widened in terror.
Scenes of the girls being tortured, as recorded in the police department's internal files, flashed through her mind. This
couldn't be real. Wasn't this person dead?

At this moment, the others gradually woke up.

"Welcome to my castle! I'm so glad Miss Yezi still remembers me. My lifelong
erectile dysfunction is all thanks to your kick! As a man, I'll never forget it. I'm a man of principle;
I repay kindness tenfold. This is international waters, not too far from Country C, but you'll probably be
staying for a while. Don't worry, your parents won't be thinking about you anymore. Hehe. Let me see your file."

A file holder was handed over, the first file showing Yezi in her police uniform. Ye Ye is 21 years old,
unmarried, and apparently has never even had a boyfriend. Wow, she's hit the jackpot! Still a virgin! Currently the deputy leader of the Special Operations Team of the 1st
Criminal Investigation Wow, so young, yet such a high-ranking official! She knows Sanda, Chinese martial arts, Taekwondo,
Waksho, and even internal martial arts. Truly remarkable! Don't worry, how could I possibly stifle your hobbies? You'll have someone to train with
every day , haha, hahahahaha." "Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Pah! Come at me if you have a problem, Zhang Ziliang, you scum! I only regret not kicking you to death last time!"
Ye Zi shouted

. He completely ignored her and continued talking to the second person on the left.

"And this lady, is she the legendary sharpshooter, Miss Yang Yurou? Your skills are not
as gentle as your name suggests. Otherwise, how could I be sitting in this wheelchair talking to you? Last time, I didn't even see you clearly before you shot
my leg off. Now take a good look. You truly deserve to be called the most beautiful, gentle, and prickly flower in the police force. But I like it.
I like serving beauties like you. I like seeing your expressions, hehe."

Arou closed her eyes and pouted, completely ignoring him.

"Hehe, I like serving people like you. Tell the head chef to put more sauce on her, hehe,
haha."

"Let me see, who is this little sister? She looks about seven or eight parts like that older sister, doesn't she?"

"Yes, big brother, who are you? Why did you bring me here? Let me out and I'll tell you
a story okay?"

"Okay, but I like little sisters who can do math and riddles. Can you?" "

Yes, I can! Let me out."

"Oh, then let me guess your name, okay? Look, I guess your name is Yan, Yang Yuyan, right?
Hehe, I only heard later that you were the one who orchestrated this whole mess, turning me into this half-human, half-ghost state, and dragging
my parents into prison too, and then they committed suicide. You're quite the upstart!
How many stories do you think you need to tell to avenge this family massacre? But, I'm a hospitable person, you ca
n't refuse to tell me now."

Finally, he said to the tall, beautiful woman, "Liu, tell me, how did I treat you back then? Don't you know I
truly loved you?" Even my brothers have distanced themselves from me, all because of you. I bought you whatever you wanted; did you
think I didn't know why you approached me? I truly loved you. I could have skipped that last date
, but you betrayed me, causing Ah Huo's tragic death. Tell me, how am I supposed to treat you? Opportunities don't
come every time. This time, I really can't help you. I can't face my brothers. I'm truly sorry.”

"Guards, take them away separately. Let them experience our hospitality."

"Yes." The door slowly closed, and no one knew what fate awaited them.

"What is 24993 * 3444 - 9353? Answer!" Yang

Yuyan was tied to a long bench resembling a tiger bench, her hands outstretched at her sides, her arms tightly
bound to a horizontal rack. Her legs were strapped to the bench below, her toes pointing upwards, her long legs
bound together. She had to answer a question—either a math problem or a riddle—within three seconds,
or a bamboo skewer would be inserted into her finger, toe, or somewhere else
entirely, depending on the executioner's preference. The task continued until all 100 skewer sticks in a box were inserted, marking the start of a stage. Today
was the first day, their first night at the castle, and everyone was having trouble sleeping.

She had already answered no fewer than 20 questions correctly, much to the executioner's surprise.

"86066540"

"Wrong, it's 86066539, haha, finally caught you! Tell me, what's good about it?"

"No, please, give me another chance! I'll definitely get it right next time, please!" Pi Jing was
still just an 18-year-old girl; she wasn't
mentally prepared for the brutality of her opponent and the fear of the unknown.

But the perpetrator didn't give her any chance. He pulled a bamboo skewer from the box, walked to her feet,
pinched her toes in her white sock, pinched her left big toe, and slowly twisted the skewer through the sock until the tip
touched her toenail. The icy sensation spread throughout her body, and she trembled, tears streaming down her face.

"No, no, please, don't stick it in! I'll never fight you again!"

The big man sneered at her, making her feel uneasy, but his hand didn't obey. He gently twisted downwards, and
a red bleeding spot appeared on the white sock, then grew larger and larger.

Yan rubbed her feet painfully against the torture rack, trying to avoid the agony. She tried to pull
her feet back, rubbing them until the ropes binding her were stained red. But the burly man's iron fingers gripped her feet, watching as the three-inch-
long bamboo skewer slowly pierced her toes. In the end, only her nose was visible outside her sock.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Her cries of pain filled the air. Just imagining the
bamboo skewer ; imagine how painful it must have been for her. She was a student,
not even 20 years old.

She could no longer remain calm; she had answered another question incorrectly.

The burly man spent about a minute inserting the bamboo skewer into her left ring finger. She was
screaming herself hoarse, convulsing on the rack.

About an hour and a half later, her hands and toes were filled with skewered bamboo sticks, blood
dripping from her hands to the ground, turning her white socks red. She slumped against the rack, head down,
motionless .

Act Three – The Shameless Competition

If steel needles were a good tool for torture, then bamboo sticks were the perfect medicine for breaking down. Bamboo sticks were completely different from
steel needles. Steel needles were easy to pull out of a fingernail, but bamboo sticks, due to the excessive pressure when driven into Xiaoyan's fingernails,
began to burst, leaving bamboo shavings embedded in her flesh. Pulling them out was obviously not as easy as with steel needles.

Xiaoyan slowly regained consciousness. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious; she was still bound to the rack. The castle's
owner wasn't about to let her off so easily. She felt waves of cold washing over her.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a wheelchair opposite her. Sitting in the wheelchair was Zhang Ziliang, the castle
's owner.

"Oh, what happened to our little girl? What's this on her hands and feet? Let me see. Tsk tsk, so
pitiful. I came here specifically to hear you tell a story. Tell me one!"

"Please, please let me go! I don't know anything. Please!" Yan couldn't hold back
her sobs and begged him.

"Some things you do wrong, you can repent for; some things you can't. Unfortunately, what you did is something you can't do.
But, I'm a kind person. How about I give you a chance? If you tell a good story and make me laugh,
I'll let you go tonight. How about that?"

"I, I, I can't tell a story..."

"It seems our little girl isn't fully aware of her situation. Hey, go help her remove the thorns."

The burly man in black came up to the little girl with a cold smile, holding a pair of pliers.

"What...what are you going to do? No!" Little Yan was terrified.

The burly man in black used pliers to grip the end of a bamboo skewer on her toe, found an angle, and yanked hard
.

"Ah...ah...it hurts, it hurts!" Xiao Yan hissed,
her , and blood gushed out, exposing her slender toe. The bamboo skewer in the man's hand
still had bits of flesh clinging to it—the effect of the bamboo shavings from the skewer bursting, and of course, the angle at which he pulled
it .

"Ooh, oh, oh, looks like it hurts a lot. So pitiful, but I like watching it. It's much more
interesting , hehe. Now pull one from my hand."

The man then pinched a bamboo skewer off her right little finger.

"No, no, it hurts! Please, please don't torture me!" Xiao Yan cried out desperately, trying
to escape .

But who would pity this 18-year-old girl?

Another bloodstained bamboo skewer fell to the ground. The little girl struggled like a fish out of water, but
what good was it against the thumb-thick hemp rope except to chafe herself?

By the time all the bloodied bamboo skewers covered in bits of flesh had fallen, Xiao Yan had lost count of how many times she had fainted and
how many times she had been awakened by the pain. She was afraid, terrified, and lost. This was only the first day; who knew how
many more hardships awaited her?

She hung her head, murmuring repeatedly, "Sister, save me."

"Big brother, if we torture her further, I'm afraid..."

"Yes, I understand. Take her back to cell number 2, apply Li Ming's miracle drug to her, and
give her some blood-tonifying and qi-boosting medicine. Don't skimp on food; give them the most nutritious food and some IV fluids. How can I let such
a fun toy die so quickly? Hehe, your sister is probably not much better off than you now
. Let's go see how that sharpshooter is doing."

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Arou was taken to a spacious basement room, which turned out to be
where the bodyguards practiced their marksmanship.

Arou was dragged there by five or six burly men skilled in marksmanship, along with a short, lewd-looking
man —He Yifu, the castle's third owner and Zhang Ziliang's castle steward. He was a complete
sadist and expert in torture, and had come here because his elder brother had told him to take care of Arou.

Arou kept her eyes closed and mouth pursed, refusing to utter a word, letting them roughly handle her. Her white shirt
was to be seen; only her yellow tank top and red bra were exposed. A pair of groping hands
roamed over her chest.

"Alright, stop fooling around. This is the elder brother's guest. If you want to play around, go play with the women in the basement. This
woman needs special treatment from the elder brother. Otherwise, it'll be difficult to explain if he sees her, do you hear me?" Steward He spoke,
though he was actually more impatient than anyone else. Because Zhang Ziliang's manhood was broken, he couldn't stand seeing others
play with women in front of him, except for those he ordered to do so. Otherwise, the only option was to throw them into the sea to feed the sharks. Of course, he
also knew that his brothers had a taste for this, so his castle held many missing girls from various places, allowing them
to ravage them.

"Miss Yu Rou, please, as long as you can beat my brothers in shooting, I'll let you go tonight,
how about it? And I guarantee that the day you win, I'll let you go."

A Rou remained tight-lipped, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"So, that means you agree? Then please choose a gun."

A Rou remained unmoved.

"Hehe, since that's the case, you don't care, but I can't guarantee what will happen to your sister..."

Upon hearing this, A Rou suddenly opened her eyes. "You dare, you dare touch her, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

"Oh my god, I'm so scared, I'll call right now, what are you going to do about it?" As he spoke, Steward He took out
his walkie-talkie , about to say something.

"I'll compete. If I win, you'll let her go," Arou said, her face flushed.

"Of course, we're both trustworthy people, but what if you lose?" Steward He asked.

"As you wish."

"Good, you're a straightforward person indeed. Look, there are seven of us here. If you lose, you'll have to obey
one request from each of us. Hehe, you have to do it no matter what, otherwise..."

"Please choose a gun, Miss Yurou. Hehe, don't shoot me, okay? These are live ammunition. If they hit someone, it will only
hurt, not kill them. Don't shoot randomly, it won't do you any good."

Yurou chose a Desert Eagle, and the other six people each chose their favorite handguns.

"Then the first round begins. The one who scores the most points wins, and the one with the shortest time wins. 21 shots per round.
Begin."

The clanging of gunfire echoed continuously in the basement. Soon, all 21 shots were fired. A sharpshooter is a sharpshooter indeed.
Despite being starved all day, Arou finished her bullets in 15 seconds, and every single one was a 10.

Clap clap clap, Steward He clapped repeatedly. "Well done! Well done, the number one sharpshooter is amazing! Given
how good you are, I think it's necessary to set up some obstacles for you."

"Someone, bring some obstacles for Miss Yurou. That's fair." A

group of men swarmed forward, pressing Arou face down onto a table. Two held her shoulders, two
others stretched her arms forward with one hand, and a third held her legs.
Their hands, like iron clamps, were too heavy for her to move.

The remaining two men magically produced something: five three-inch-long pieces of hard birch wood lined up straight,
each with a steel rod threaded through the top and bottom, and nuts at both ends. Even an uninformed person
would recognize this as an ancient torture device, specifically designed to restrain a woman's fingers—truly formidable.

"Despicable!" Arou clenched her fists tightly.

"Heh, bad people are all despicable. Besides, Miss Yurou is so powerful; setting up some obstacles is normal,
isn't it?"

Arou pursed her lips, remaining silent, and closed her eyes to endure the cruel punishment.

"Well then, let her enjoy it." A burly man grabbed Yu

Rou's smooth left hand and squeezed it hard, forcing her to open her fingers.
Another burly man took the opportunity to put a screwdriver around her fingers and began to tighten the screws on both sides.

Yu Rou gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to break them. Her face was flushed red. Steward He
forced , using her hair as a guide, and watched as the instruments of torture gradually tightened around her fingers. Now, two burly men were tightening
the nuts on both sides until they could no longer be turned by hand.

Yu Rou's face contorted in pain, but she stubbornly refused to cry out, her gentleness masking her strength. Her body trembled slightly
as she struggled on the table, her legs trying to kick back, but they were held firmly down.

"You probably thought this was the end, huh? Hmph, let me tell you, it's not over yet. Get me a wrench." The

burly men on either side pulled out wrenches, and Yu Rou struggled even more violently upon seeing them.

The men slowly began to tighten the nuts, and Yu Rou's four fingers began to spread outwards,
trying to alleviate the pain. Her fingers turned red, then purple, until they shone a bright purple.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Cry out and beg us, and we might let you go."

Yu Rou shook her head in agony.

"Little girl, you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Switch hands."

"Will you beg for mercy?"

"Still not begging for mercy? Heh, switch positions, switch to the second knuckle of your left hand. Let's see
how much ." "If you don't beg, I'll replace your toes! I'll make you beg me today!"

Half an hour passed, and Yu Rou was curled up on the ground in agony. The seven burly men were also covered in sweat, but
the stubborn Yu Rou didn't utter a single word, even though the knuckles of her fingers, the first and second knuckles,
and the toes of both feet were crushed as if their bones were cracked, causing her excruciating pain.

After resting for a while, Steward He grabbed her hair. "You really are a stubborn little girl. Come on, let
's begin the second round."

A Rou kept her eyes closed and didn't move.

"It's alright if you don't compete, but I wonder if your sister can accept such happiness?"

A Rou opened her eyes and spat a mouthful of blood onto Steward He's face; she had bitten her lip until it bled.

"Shameless scoundrel. Bring me the gun."

"Just start the competition, hehe, I'm shameless, what are you going to do about it? Hurry up, the competition's about to begin.
Go get your gun yourself."

Rou struggled to support herself with her palms. She slowly got up, each
step , and could only shuffle forward on her heels. Finally, she reached the competition
platform and picked up the Desert Eagle. Her hand trembled, and the gun fell to the table with a thud. Because of her injured fingers, she couldn't lift it
at all , but for her sister's sake, she had to carefully and awkwardly
lift the pistol she could normally disassemble with her eyes closed.

By then, all the burly men had picked up their guns. Rou tried to pull the trigger with her index finger, but couldn't muster any strength.
The pain made her break out in a cold sweat. She had to hold the gun with both hands and pull the trigger with two fingers. With a bang,
the bullet flew off somewhere. She adjusted herself, enduring the excruciating pain of self-inflicted torture, and
fired the remaining 20 bullets. After firing, she finally collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.

To be continued...

Act Four - The Unyielding Girl

A bucket of cold water was splashed on Yu Rou
. She had been dragged to the center of the room, and the bucket of ice water gradually brought her back to consciousness.

Upon opening her eyes, a hideous face appeared before her, spewing foul odors and muttering something.
Yu Rou was now curled up on the ground, soaking wet, her skirt clinging tightly to her legs, her stockings torn to
shreds , and her toes strangely swollen.

"Congratulations, you managed to hit the target like that, huh? But you lost. Beg me, beg me, and I
'll still let you go."

Yu Rou was too lazy to pay him any attention; the implication was, "Bring it on. "

"A bet's a bet, you can't..."

At that moment, the door opened, and four burly men in black pushed Zhang Gongzi in.

"How's it going?"

"Big brother, we're dealing with her. She's so stubborn. Look at all the brothers..."

Zhang Ziliang waved his hand, stopping Steward He from speaking. "Hmm, I know what you mean. Is it you who can't hold back, or
are the brothers unable to hold back?"

"Well, hehe, big brother, you know..."

"I know. Don't worry, I'll reward you with her. However, I'll prepare her carefully."

"Of course. She's done this to big brother. We won't let her go."

"Hmm, we didn't go easy on her just now. Take her to my torture chamber. I want to do it myself. It's been a long time since I
've moved my bones."

With a shout from the four burly men, they escorted Yu Rou to a huge room behind their master.
They lifted her up and hung her in the center of the room, with only her toes touching the ground. Her clothes had been stripped off
, exposing her 36C breasts and dark, thick pubic hair to the air.

Because she was only touching the ground with her toes, she felt waves of pain from her pinched toes. She just kept her eyes closed,
occasionally furrowing her brow slightly.

"Give her the Medicine God's Awakening Agent."

A burly man injected a vial of pink medicine into Arou's body.

"Don't worry, for the next five hours you won't be unconscious anymore. You'll be more
alert . Hehe, the Medicine God Li Ming, with his five doctoral titles, isn't just for show. Enjoy
it." Young Master Zhang said. "Feng, get me a whip. I'll teach him a lesson."

"Sir, let me do it," said the burly man behind. "

Hmm, alright. Remember to make it hurt but not hurt." "

Understood, sir."

The burly man took out a tanned cowhide whip, weighed it in his hand, and swung it sharply.

With a snap, Yurou shuddered, biting her lip tightly to keep from crying out.
A .

Snap, snap, snap, Yurou was like a small flower tossed in the wind, painfully ravaged by the wind. Young

Master Zhang, watching from the side, was extremely excited, occasionally striking her a couple of times himself.

An hour passed, and Yu Rou's chest, back, and breasts were covered in what looked like a fishing net woven with red rope, yet
not a single tear was visible. Her face contorted in pain, her brows furrowed, her small nose twitching, her hair hanging loosely
on either side. She seemed to be on the verge of fainting, yet remained unusually lucid. She didn't cry out, only occasionally letting out a soft groan when she couldn't bear it any longer.

The crowd was clearly not satisfied. "Yu, go get me some bamboo whips to punish her legs."

"Yes, sir!" Another burly man in black stepped forward and retrieved three purple bamboo whips.

Yu Rou was hoisted high, her feet off the ground, her toes almost a meter off the ground. Her feet were bound
.

With a whoosh, the purple bamboo whips whistled as they struck Yu Rou's shinbone.

"Ah..." Yu Rou couldn't bear it any longer and cried out in pain.

Another whoosh, and the whip struck her ankle. Swish, swish, swish—every few seconds there was a lash, relentlessly striking the instep,
ankle, shinbone, knee, and back of the leg. It should be noted that the purple bamboo whip is harder than a soft whip, yet softer than wood;
it strikes the bone but not the tendons, causing excruciating pain.

With a wail, Yu Rou finally cried out. But what good was it? No one here would pity her
.

Another hour passed, and all three purple bamboo whips were broken. Poor Yu Rou's legs
trembled . This instrument of torture, which inflicted only damage to tendons and veins without external injury, was incredibly powerful. If it weren't for Young Master Zhang's deep
hatred for her legs, he wouldn't have resorted to such cruel punishment.

"Put her down to rest for a while, Lei, you'll see."

"Don't worry, sir."

Yu Rou was put down, forced to drink some water, and rested for about 15 minutes. Lei came over, grabbed her
hair, pulled her to the iron chain hanging above, twisted her hands behind her back, and handcuffed them. He said,
"Up!"

The chain slowly went up. Because Yu Rou's hands were tied behind her back, her head hung low in front of her chest, her
hair covering her entire expression. Lei, however, didn't intend to let her go. How could he feel victorious without seeing her expression? So
he pulled her hair up and tied it behind her back, forcing Yu Rou to keep her head up. This position was extremely uncomfortable.
As her feet left the ground, all her weight was concentrated on her shoulder joints, and her head, which should have been hanging down, was raised.

Yu Rou had regained some composure. Although her head was raised, she just stared coldly at Zhang Ziliang.

"Hehe, you're still not convinced? No problem, I'll treat you well. There's more to come. Lei,
let's begin."

Lei took out something resembling a stack, but made of high-quality steel, with two hanging iron chains on either side and
only three sticks. He untied the rope binding her feet and then clamped this thing onto the thinnest
part , starting to tighten it until it couldn't be tightened any further. This clamp-like thing was now fixed to Rou's ankle.
Then Lei took out two more stacks with chains and tightened them onto Rou's two toes, making her
pale .

"You think that's all? Hehe, the real show is just beginning. Lei, give me 5 kilograms each."

Lei pushed out a small cart and picked out four iron balls marked 5 kilograms each, hanging them on
the chains of the clamps on her toes and ankles.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..." No one could endure such pain. Four 5-kilogram weights equal 20 kilograms, 40
pounds! Moreover, her toes had been tortured before, and the weight was concentrated on her shoulders, making a squeaking sound.

"You know how powerful I am now, but it's too late. Let's give her a swing."

Lei grabbed her ankles, pulled her feet up, and then let go.

"Ah. Ah. Ah." Rou let out a series of screams in the air. With this swing, all her strength was concentrated
in her wrists and shoulders, and of course, her ankles and toes—truly a full-body torture.

Rou couldn't speak anymore; she cried out in the air, trying her best to exhale the air from her lungs to alleviate the
pain. No one could endure such torture. But Zhang had no intention of letting her go.

After swinging five or six times, Lei straightened her up.

Rou gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, many strands of her hair pulled out.

“Zhang Ziliang, you beast, you won’t die a good death! I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!”

“Hehe, it’s alright.” Zhang carefully admired the beautiful woman’s masochistic image, feeling extremely pleased. “Then
you need to be qualified to be a ghost, hehe, don’t worry, I won’t let you die, you absolutely won’t die, haha, still
not satisfied? Add another 5 kilograms.

” Lei took down the 5-kilogram ball, let Rou rest for a moment, and then took out four 10-kilogram balls and hung them on the torture device.

“Ah, ah, Zhang…it hurts so much, it hurts so much, no!” Rou was in so much pain that she couldn’t speak.
She was covered in sweat, glistening with tears, and the muscles in her legs were twisted and twitching.

“Please, kill me, please, let me die!” Rou couldn’t take it anymore, her eyes wide open.

“Die?” "No, swing!"

The beautiful woman in the air swung again, her voice even hoarser and more pitiful than before. But
the hearts were made of iron.

Wind and Rain each held a purple bamboo whip, standing in front and behind, whips in hand. Whenever Rou swung, they would hit her back
like , back and forth, adding to the heart-wrenching screams.

"How about it, beautiful, do you know how powerful I am? Want to try again? I'm a kind person.
Look, I have an idea. You can break my legs and I won't hold it against you. How about you become our lowest-ranking slave
, serving everyone here?"

"Let me die, let me die! Zhang, Zhang, don't even dream about it!" Rou said haltingly.

"I have one good point: I never force people to do things. It's all consensual. If you don't want to, I
won't force you. Think it over carefully." (Give her the pendant.) "

When Rou was hoisted even higher, almost to the roof, the chains were suddenly released. Rou screamed as she
free-fell, but that wasn't the cruelest part. The cruelest part was that the free fall stopped abruptly.
So suddenly, all the force of her fall was concentrated downwards, bringing unbearable pain.

Rou couldn't scream anymore. She had bitten her lips until they bled, and blood flowed down her lip. Her wrists,
ankles, and toes were torn apart, the feeling of flesh being ripped apart. Blood dripped from her feet. A dull ache in
her shoulders told her she couldn't withstand another impact.

"Looks like you're still not satisfied. Let's go again." "

Rou was hoisted high again. The chains rattled, everything indicating that this time it was truly different.

A short, sharp scream followed by a muffled crack, and Yu Rou finally broke free from the drug's effects and fainted,
but her arms were already in a strange, backward-facing position.

"Hmph, I haven't even had Dian come to serve you yet, and you're already so unsatisfied. Call the Medicine God over."

A moment later, Li Ming arrived.

"How is she?"

"No problem, just a slight fracture in her shoulder, a dislocated arm, but her fingers, wrists, toes, and ankles aren't seriously
injured. I'll set them, apply my medicine, and she'll be a living person again in a day."

"That's good. I don't want to finish her off so quickly. Looks like we'll talk about it next time. Let's go see how Li Liang
deals with that violent girl."

A group of people disappeared into the darkness; dawn was still far away… Act

5 – An Unfair Showdown

What Zhang Gongzi hated most was neither Yu Yan, who had devised the plan, nor Yu Rou, who had shot him in the leg,
nor even Zhang Liu, whom he had once been infatuated with, but Ye Ye, who had caused him to lose his offspring. Every time he thought of that scene,
he would unconsciously clench his fists. Now that Ye Zi had finally fallen into his hands,
it was no .

Ye Zi was taken to Li Liang's branch by Li Liang and his men. As the second master of the castle, Li Liang had
a great deal private space. He, too, hated Ye Zi. Gritting his teeth, he knew that Ye Zi had killed his best friend, Sun Ming
, not to mention several of his brothers who had died while capturing Ye Zi and her group. Almost everyone here
had a relative or brother who had died directly or indirectly at her hands. Therefore, no one here didn't hate her, and no one
didn't want to torture her to death.

Li Liang was in charge of the thugs, so they brought her to a large room with a ring.
Three or four burly men brought Ye Zi, who was heavily shackled and handcuffed, there.

Li Liang was still as sinister as ever; no one had ever seen him smile, not even his voice carried a trace of emotion.

"Put something on her so she can't escape,"

one of the burly men said with a sinister grin, bringing over three objects that looked like steel nails.

"Nails," Li Liang never wasted words.

The men forced Ye Zi to the ground, two burly men lifted her legs and pressed her feet firmly to the ground, and another...
Someone outside slightly moved her shackles up and pulled down her white socks,
revealing her smooth, delicate ankle bones. A burly man with a sinister grin twisted a steel nail, pressed it against Ye Zi's ankle bone, and
then hammered it in with a small steel hammer.

Ye Zi struggled desperately on the ground in pain, but these burly men were all skilled in martial arts, and she was no match for them.

Ye Zi wasn't unfamiliar with pain; the process of martial arts training was inherently painful, but this was the first time she had ever experienced
steel needles piercing her bone.

Amidst Ye Zi's screams, steel nails were driven into the ankle bones of both her feet. The third steel nail was shorter, so it was driven
into the space between the toes of her right foot. Another painful struggle ensued.

After the burly men got up, Ye Zi lay on the ground, unable to recover from the pain for a long time.
Fortunately, she possessed internal strength and wasn't too weak.

"Help her up,"

she pushed them away. "No need, I'll do it myself. Li Liang, you scum, if you've got the guts, fight me.
What's the point of torture?"

"Well, I think I need to explain to Miss Ye this. This is our rule. Who told you to be
so skilled in martial arts? We're afraid you'll run away. These steel nails are no ordinary nails; they're made with great care," Li Liang said with a sneer.
"Then I'll demonstrate for you, and you'll be filled with fear of running away. Like this."

As he spoke, Li Liang pulled out a small, car key-like controller from his pocket, pressed
a , and heard a "bang."

Ye Zi cried out in pain and fell to the ground. She was rolling around on the ground in agony. What could have
turned such a strong girl into this? Her right white sock was covered in blood, and there was
a huge hole in her toe. Her right big toe looked like it had been split open, the toenail was gone, and there was a deep
hole. Shards of steel nails were embedded deep into her foot, gushing blood. Even
Superman would probably jump up in pain from such a wound.

Li Liang stomped on the rolling leaf, sneering, "If you know how dangerous this is, don't
run
. Hmph, these are steel nails with high explosives. That was just a small test; the amount is less than a fifth of what's inside the foot bone. If you dare to run..." He threatened, shaking the remote control, "I guarantee I'll blast your foot bones to smithereens."

"Stop the bleeding for her. Now we'll have to learn from Miss Ye."

No one was so kind as to give her hemostatic medicine. Someone picked up a pre-prepared electric soldering iron and
slowly began to solder Ye's wound. In wartime, this wasn't unusual; many people used gunpowder to stop bleeding.
But this was just an ordinary girl in peacetime. Even if she knew kung fu and internal energy, she wasn't fully prepared for the pain of a soldering iron penetrating
deep into the nerves, the pain that reached the bone marrow.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Ye Zi whimpered under the oppressive weight of the burly men, utterly
powerless . Perhaps she had offended too many people; no one pitied her, only intensified their cruelty. She
now regretted practicing martial arts, developing such heightened nerves that pain was clearly transmitted to her brain, yet she could
n't lose consciousness. Perhaps they wanted to torment her a little longer; they slowly branded her for ten minutes until she stopped
struggling .

Ye Zi lay on the ground, panting heavily, her body soaked in sweat. The bleeding from her foot wound had gradually stopped, forming
a hard, yellowish splint. Someone came and bandaged her big toe.

Li Liang ordered her to get up, and she limped to the ring, the clanking of her shackles
lingering .

"Zhang Wu Kui, go and challenge him

." "Yes!" A burly man stepped forward, carrying a German riot control rubber baton, and entered the ring.

Ye Zi stood on the ring, panting. The pain had been excruciating, and she was only slightly better now. However,
the intense pain in her toes, the piercing agony in her ankles, the handcuffs or rather, the 40-pound
shackles on her feet—everything told her that today was going to be difficult. Then Li Liang gave another order, pushing her
into hell.

"Tie her shackles to the ring bars!"

This left her with less than a meter of space to dodge. Even the strongest person can be defeated. At first, she could
defend against Zhang Wu Kui's blows, but after the burly man stepped on her right big toe, she couldn't take it anymore. Her toe started bleeding again
, and she could only kneel on the ground, covering her head, enduring the blows to her back, legs, and feet until Wu Kui
got tired and Li Liu Fu took over. Fortunately, she still had internal strength to protect herself; otherwise, even these seven burly men would have
killed .

After fighting for a while, Li Liang seemed to have discovered something. He waved for everyone to leave, walked over, and grabbed her
hair. "Tell me, who did you learn your internal energy from? How come it has so many similarities to mine? Is it the Xuanxuan
Internal Energy ?"

"I don't know, you scoundrel." The girl didn't give in.

"Hmph, I know even if you don't tell me. It's from that old man Bai Mei, right? Isn't he already dead? Only he
knows the Xuanxuan Internal Energy."

"You know he's dead. You're the one who killed Master. Was it you?" The girl's eyes widened instantly. She lunged
forward, but her feet were tied, and she fell in front of Li Liang.

Li Liang squatted down, grabbed her hair, and sneered, "So what if he did? He should have died long ago. Who told him not to
pass on the final incantation to me? But I think it's unnecessary. You must know it. It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it fall into your lap without any
effort, isn't it, Junior Sister?"

"Master, you killed him! You really killed him! You murderer! Let me go! I'm going to kill you!"
Ye Zi remembered what her master had told her before he died: master the final internal skill, and if she ever encountered someone who knew the Pine Crane Hand and the
Profound Internal Skill, she must avenge him. He also said that if the person was too powerful to kill, she should run
as away as possible and not let him know the incantation of the final internal skill.

"You must tell me today, otherwise, hmph!"

"I'd rather die than tell you, you scoundrel! Kill me!"

"Nothing new. Sigh, I was just going to play with you and hand you over to my elder brother. It seems I'll have to do it myself this time.
Men take her to the torture chamber. I want to see how stubborn my little junior sister is."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Feng Yu Lei Dian pushed Zhang Gongzi in.

"Who's being stubborn?"

"Big brother, this little girl is my junior sister. I want to interrogate her to get some information out of her, what do you think?"

"Alright, I want to have some fun too. Let's go together. Take her to the super torture chamber; there are still seven or eight hours until dawn."
"That's enough, are you all sleepy?"

"No."

"Would you like to torture her with me?"

"Yes."

"Alright, let's go. After we're done with the torture, this little girl is yours to enjoy. You can have your own, or use her
as a tool. Have fun, everyone gets a chance, understand?"

"Thank you, big brother."

The little girl on the platform looked at the person in the wheelchair with horror, her throat dry,
as ...

Scene 6 - The Fallen Leaf

A beautiful girl hung in the center of the empty torture chamber. Whips lashed her body repeatedly. Her dark
blue denim capri pants were torn to shreds, hanging in pieces like a sack on her legs, revealing only
her white underwear. Whip marks were deeply imprinted on her healthy, wheat-colored
, slender legs. A white t-shirt... The T-shirt had long since turned to shreds and scattered around, only the white bra stubbornly continued
its task, though its straps had been snapped. Whip marks appeared all over the girl
's body; she could only grit her teeth and silently channel her inner energy to withstand the damage. The white socks below could hardly
be called socks; they were more like blood-soaked rags, blood dripping from her toes to the ground.

Young Master Zhang and Li Liang were engrossed in conversation, seemingly oblivious to the situation. At that moment, the door opened,
and Li Ming walked in.

"How's that beautiful sharpshooter?"

"She's fine. I locked her and her sister together and treated their wounds. Don't worry, brother,
her sister can be tortured tomorrow, but she has to wait until the day after." "

Okay, thank you for your trouble. By the way, take a look at this one, what's the ideal level?"

Li Ming waved his hand, and the thugs stopped whipping her and stepped aside.

Li Ming took some of Ye Zi's blood, then kneaded her entire body, fiddling with her for a while, and
said to Zhang with delight, "Congratulations, brother, this is top-notch! You can use any torture you want. She can
tolerate two doses of sedatives, and every four hours, give her a bottle of the nutritional medicine I made. Apply recovery ointment to her wounds,
and I guarantee she can last a whole day and night without fainting. Her reflexes are too advanced. I'll
add another reflex agent to her, so her nerves will be three times more sensitive than usual, meaning her pain will be three
times greater. Hehe, you'll be able to hear her screams from three nautical miles away. Just thinking about it is exciting!"

"What about her bones?" "

Brother, use whatever torture you like. Even if the bones break, it doesn't matter; I can handle it in two days.
But I suggest you give her a minor fracture. Firstly, it'll be easier for me to treat, and secondly, from a medical
perspective, it'll be less painful. But she looks very strong. If she were as heavy as that girl, she could
easily weigh 60 kilograms."

"Really? If she doesn't recover, I'm done for. I'll hold you responsible."

"Don't worry, brother, even female torture is fine."

"Then I'll have to trouble you again later. Are you still watching?"

"I'm not watching anymore. I'm going to get some sleep. Call me if you need anything." Li Ming walked out.

Young Master Zhang clapped his hands and said, "Brothers, the show's starting! That was just an appetizer; the main course is
here. Li Liang is in your hands now. Ask whatever you want, do whatever you want."

"Thank you, brother." Two

thugs injected two pink syringes and one blue syringe into the girl's body. Someone else
rinsed her with cold water and removed all her clothes, instantly exposing Ye Zi's small but firm
breasts to the air. Her pink nipples throbbed from the water's stimulation. Li Liang flicked them twice, mockingly
saying, "I didn't realize my little junior sister was so cute. How about it? If you just tell me the incantation, I'll
plead to let you stay by my side and avoid so much suffering."

"Pah!" the girl spat, spraying Li Liang with bloody saliva. "Forget about it, you traitor!"

Li Liang pinched Ye Zi's nipple hard, causing her to cry out in pain. "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. Today I
'll show you the power of ancient Chinese torture." Tie her to the torture bench. The

burly men understood and quickly moved Ye Zi to a long birchwood bench fixed
to the wall. On the wall was a cross, and they secured Ye Zi's outstretched arms to it with wire
. They also tied her breasts several times with rope above and below them, binding them to the wall. Then they bound her waist and stomach, making her
completely immobile. Finally, they bound her legs together, her two slender yet powerful legs side-by-side,
carefully securing them to the bench just above the knees with thick rope. Her ankles were also
bound .

"You know the tiger bench, right? Never seen one? You must have heard of it. Today I'll show you. Add a brick."

A long steel rod was placed horizontally under Ye Zi's ankles. Two
burly added a brick. Because Ye Zi had practiced martial arts for a long time, her tendons were already stretched, so she didn't feel too much
pain.

"I almost forgot Miss Ye Zi knows internal energy. But look what this is?" "Saying this, Li Liang pulled out a 4-
point steel needle.

"A Qi-breaking needle, you, how do you have one?" Ye Zi stared in horror at the needle emitting a chilling aura.

"Can't I have one? Hehe, break it for me." Li Liang immediately inserted the needle into Ye Zi's Qi Hai acupoint.

"Ah!" With a scream, Ye Zi suddenly lost all strength. Her protective divine skill was useless. Once the
divine skill was removed, all the torture she had just suffered rushed back in. The steel nail in her ankle bone,
the shattered toe on her right foot, the whip marks on her body, plus three times the pain, made Ye Zi burst into tears.

"You, you, you demon, let me die. It hurts!"

Li Liang showed no mercy. "Now add bricks for her."

Two burly men lifted their feet again, and another brick was placed under Ye Zi's feet. Ye Zi shook her head in pain.

"Will you tell me the incantation?"

"I'd rather die than tell you," Ye Zi said haltingly

. "Add more." When the fourth brick landed on Ye Zi 's

feet, her kneecaps made a grating, creaking
sound . Her legs were spread wide open, and without any internal energy protection, Ye Zi writhed and screamed in pain on the chair.
She cried out, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Will you talk or not?"

"I'll talk, you, you, put it down right now, my leg is going to break."

"Okay, remove one brick from her, let her talk."

Ye Zi took a slight breath and said, "Come here, I'll tell you,"

Li Liang whispered in her ear,

"Closer, I'll keep my voice down."

Li Liang moved closer, and Ye Zi opened her mouth to bite Li Liang, but halfway there, a large, iron-like
hand grabbed her chin. Li Liang looked at her mockingly, "Trying to pull this on me? You were still breastfeeding when I was scheming against people
. Add five bricks."

Two big men lifted the steel bar and struggled to add the fifth brick. Ye Zi rubbed against
the stool .

"My legs are going to break! Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much... Please let me go!"

"So, will you talk or not?"

"I can't talk. Please let me go."

Just as Li Liang was about to add more bricks, Zhang spoke up,

"Don't keep playing with the same thing. I think her knees are tough enough. Let's try something else. It wouldn't be good if we killed her."

"That's right, Big Brother is right. Hehe, watch me cripple her."

Everyone watched as Ye Zi struggled on the torture device for exactly 10 minutes, her screams coming incessantly, almost
incoherent . Only then did someone remove it from her. After letting her rest for a while, they gave her a bottle of nutritional supplement and prepared for the next
punishment.

This time, the big man placed 3 bricks under her feet, not to make her suffer like she was on a tiger bench, but just
to make her feet immobile. Of course, it would also torture her knees.

Li Liang stroked Ye Zi's feet, which were pale from the violent struggle. The smooth skin, slender toes, and
bony arches made even Li Liang, who had a foot fetish, reluctant to damage them.

But the punishment had to continue. God didn't show her any mercy just because Ye Zi had been tortured before; perhaps
her past sins were too grave.

Li Liang gently clamped a pair of pointed pliers onto Ye Zi's left big toenail, first gently moving
it upwards, then downwards, and then swaying it left and right twice. Ye Zi stared at her foot in terror, forgetting to scream.
A blood-red mark first appeared on the rounded nail, then slowly expanded, then a gush of blood gushed
out. Her toenail was ripped off, and only then did she manage a silent scream.

"Ah, ah, ah, demon, ah..." Ye Zi tried to pull her foot back while shaking her head to alleviate
the pain, but it was a tiger bench; it did nothing but add new pain to her knees.

With a clatter, Li Liang tossed the nail into a small dish, enjoying Ye Zi's expression. After Ye Zi
gradually calmed down, he clamped the nail onto her middle toenail.

Ye Zi struggled against the wires and ropes binding her,
but to no avail, only chafing her wrists, shoulders, and thighs raw. She cried out in agony, begging and cursing, but nothing
could stop her tenth toe from falling off.

"Let me go, let me go! Ah, it hurts so much!" Ye Zi convulsed.

"Tell me the incantation, and I'll let you go."

"I forgot! I practiced it, and I forgot it..."

"So you won't tell me then. Looks like it's not painful enough to bring you to your senses. Brother, use dried wooden skewers."

"Alright, that's what I wanted."

One of the thugs took out a box of wooden skewers, all dried over a fire, 42 in total, neatly arranged
in the box.

Li Liang picked one up, placed it on Ye Zi's soft, nailless flesh, and then smashed it down hard with a wooden hammer.

"Ah..." Ye Zi had never screamed so horribly before; it hurt everyone's eardrums. A bloody stench rose
. The dried wooden skewers split into countless tiny pieces inside Ye Zi's toes, piercing deep into her unprotected, tender
flesh . Some even cut into the bone, sinking all the way in.

"Ah, I'll talk, I'll talk! Stop sticking them in... It hurts! Pull them out! Ugh, it hurts so much! Mom
, help me!" Ye Zi struggled desperately.

"Then tell me!"

"I really forgot! Stop sticking them in! I'm telling the truth!"

"Some people won't admit it until they see the coffin. Do you think I'll believe you?"

Gushes of blood spurted out continuously. Ye Zi's voice was gone, replaced by screams that seemed to
break her throat, barely easing the pain in her foot. Her toes, a bloody mess, were filled with
a whole box of wooden skewers. Normally, this should be the weakest point, and she should be unconscious,
but Ye Zi was more alert than usual, showing no signs of weakness. It seemed the medicine was working.

"I'm telling the truth, brother, please spare me," Ye Zi said hoarsely.

"Looks like she's still not behaving herself. What do you suggest, brother?"

"I think the clamps would suit her well. Doesn't she like kicking people? I'll let her kick."

Three hardwood rods were pressed tightly against Ye Zi's calf bones, at the thinnest part of her leg. Ye Zi
watched the instruments tighten and tighten, this was the most nerve-intensive area. Ye Zi could no longer scream,
her throat was hoarse from screaming, the taste of blood filling her throat. She used her body to express what kind of
torture she was enduring. This invention of ancient wisdom allowed no one to easily regret it. Never before had Ye Zi struggled more fiercely,
the ropes on her chest were soaked with blood. Her stomach swelled and bulged, her head kept tilting back,

but was this the end? The answer was no. People wouldn't let her off easily. The wooden hammer kept
hitting the hardwood, increasing her pain. She could hear the sound of her bones cracking. To prevent her from committing suicide,
they had stuffed a wooden gag into her mouth, her teeth leaving a deep mark on it.

Four hours passed, but the torture seemed endless. When she was finally removed from the torture chair
, she could only crawl on the ground; her legs were too weak to support her weight, let alone perform her signature Whirlwind 18 Kicks.
Her shinbones were fractured in three places by the clamps, her foot bones were broken, her fingernails were pulled out and replaced with wooden splinters,
and her toenails were branded raw without bleeding, with thousands of tiny wood shavings trapped inside. Yet, they ordered her to stand and
run.

The result was obvious: she collapsed as soon as she stood, struggling in agony on the ground.

"Go, wash her up, give her something to eat, and give her two injections. Everyone, take a break and
come back ."

Li Liang helped Ye Zi sit down in a chair, gave her some nutritional medicine, and applied some ointment. People who practice martial arts
have ; she recovered a lot of strength after such a heavy punishment in just half an hour.

"Junior sister, why are you doing this? If you just tell me, I'll talk to my elder brother. I know you two have
a grudge . If you work for us, I guarantee my elder brother will forgive you. You know we're short-handed, especially
skilled men like you."

"Pah! You're aiding and abetting evil! If you were my senior brother, you'd give me a quick death. What's the point of torturing a woman?"

"Sigh, why are you so persistent?"

"I wish I could kill you all. Don't even think about joining your ranks."

"You're still a virgin? Don't you think about yourself?"

"I joined the police force specifically to kill bad guys like you."

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Another four hours passed, and dawn was breaking. The men's shouts and Ye Zi's pitiful
cries never stopped. Her arms were twisted behind her back in a Buddhist posture, her hands clasped tightly
behind her back. Luckily, she was trained in martial arts, which gave her great resilience. They twisted the two pieces together,
their hands tightly bound with wire. This uncomfortable position was just the beginning. A chain fell down and connected to the stack, suspending Ye Zi
alive. Ye Zi's chest jutted forward, her breasts erect in the air. This was
a hundred times more painful than the torture Yu Rou had endured. All the weight was concentrated on her fingers. They didn't spare her breasts. A transparent
fiberglass tube was inserted into Ye Zi's erect pink nipple. Once inside the breast, the fiberglass automatically split into thousands of
tiny strips, like hair, directly inserting into the nerve clusters of the breast. The fiberglass was made of steel strips, and as soon as the outer end was pulled,
it felt like thousands of needles were torturing the breast.

Her feet were clamped with toe clips and weights, with a 60kg iron ball hanging from them. For four hours, she
was subjected to a constant freefall, swinging, and baseball-like torture. The purple bamboo whip was used on all her bones,
especially the iliac crests with steel nails and those from the clamps. Several times, they hoisted her to the roof and let her
fall freely without stopping until her toes hit the ground, her toes constantly cracking and
being branded. She had no right to faint, nor could she. Eight hours of torture had pushed her to the brink of a nervous breakdown . She couldn't even urinate; it was excruciating because fiberglass
had been inserted into her urethra . 　　"Well, have you thought it through, Junior... Sister..." 　　"Spare me, spare me, spare me! I'll do whatever you want, just stop torturing me, I can't take it anymore!" Ye Zi cried miserably. 　　"Big Brother, look..." 　　"I can spare you, but..." Young Master Zhang threw out a thorny wooden stick. “If you bring yourself to orgasm within 5 minutes , I’ll let you go.” 　　“I don’t want to… I’m still a girl…” Yezi cried even harder. 　　“Then you’re going to play 911 (free fall), add another 20 kilograms to her.” 　　“No, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, please let me go.” Just thinking about the pain of her feet hitting the ground made her shudder. 　　She humiliatingly held the wooden stick in her tortured hands, “Too…too big…” 　　“Big? Go get an even bigger one!” 　　“No, this one, this one.” 　　Yezi spread her legs flat on the ground, shyly opening her injured thighs, exposing her pink vulva. The thugs unconsciously got erections. In front of everyone, she inserted the wooden stick into her vulva. “Ah!” The wooden stick was pulled out again, dripping with blood, some of her virgin blood, and some from the cuts 　　caused by the stick’s thorns. 　　"No, no, it hurts too much." 　　"You won't give it to me, huh? Give me 20 lashes." 　　Ye Zi was hoisted up with her legs in a Y-shape. A thug took a thin rubber whip and lashed it with a whoosh , the whip cracking through the air and striking Ye Zi's delicate vulva. 　　"Ah, stop hitting me! I'll insert it, I'll insert it!" 　　"Going back on your word, this is the consequence. I'll make sure you remember this." 　　Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, 20 lashes left Ye Zi's vulva turning blue and purple. Especially the lashes on her urethra, which pierced the fiberglass inside, caused Ye　　Zi to tremble all over. 　　When Ye Zi was put down, she clutched her vulva and rolled on the ground. 　　"Insert it now, do you want to be whipped again?" Ye Zi choked back tears and inserted the wooden stick again, but it still didn't work. After an hour of this, Ye Zi had been whipped about 180 times before the thug began to thrust into her vulva, the wooden splinter making intimate contact with the vaginal walls with each thrust. She screamed and cried, abusing her own vulva until she climaxed. 　　"Hmm, not bad. You seem quite lewd. Take her next door, everyone enjoy yourselves. It's 8 AM now. Remember to take her to Li Ming's infirmary at 5 PM." 　　With a shout, they carried Ye Zi to a torture bed, tied her hands to her sides, spread her legs, and began to rape her. Ye Zi was a stunning beauty, so for the entire nine hours, except for when she was given medication, she hadn't had a break. Men kept coming in; some would ejaculate, others would ravage her breasts and vagina. The fiberglass wire in her breasts was a super torture device, like a thousand needles piercing her heart. When Li Ming , the room was filled with a lewd atmosphere. Ye Zi was covered in men's semen, and a mixture of blood and white fluid dripped from her vagina onto the floor. Her pubic hair had been plucked out , and half of the fiberglass in her breasts had been pulled out. Ye Zi stared helplessly at the ceiling; she was no longer the girl who burned with youthful passion. 　　"Brother Ming, look," Li Liang said. 　　“I know.” Li Ming gave him a meaningful look. “Don’t worry, I will heal her. I’m afraid you don’t just want the incantation.” 　　“Everyone has a heart of compassion, but it depends on who it is for. Pi Jing is my junior sister… but her enmity with my elder brother is too deep. I thought that knowing she told me the incantation, I could protect her.”

"I'll try my best to protect her. My brother is really fed up with her. Let's deal with it slowly."

"Sigh, yes..."

Scene Seven: The Fall of Pride

The proud are often the most prone to falling. All that's needed is to tear off their proud facade...

Zhang Liu was the only one who wasn't received any hospitality on the first day, but the heartbreaking
sound deeply resonated with her. She knew Ye Zi's voice all too well, her classmate of ten years. Although
the screams that followed didn't sound like the cheerful Ye Zi of the past, or rather, it didn't sound like a human voice at all,
she knew it was Ye Zi's voice. She could hear the deep pain in her voice. Sleepless night.

What is most frightening? Torture? Electric shock? Humiliation? No, it was the uncertainty of one's impending fate that
was most frightening. The people from the castle had arrived early that morning, not taking her away, but simply turning on
the CCTV camera . The entire morning was spent watching the recording of Ye Zi and A Rou being entertained the previous night. Especially when Ye Zi
fell from the sky, her feet hitting the ground with a heartbreaking sound, her composure and pride began to slowly melt away.
She spent the entire morning in fear and uncertainty, constantly asking herself, "Can I do it?
Can survive?"

What was coming would come. Just after 1 p.m., the cell door opened.

"Miss Zhang, my brother requests your presence." A burly man in black entered .

She recognized him; his name was Feng. He was the one who had beaten A Rou half to death yesterday.

She straightened her clothes, regained her composure, and with a haughty gaze, followed Feng to Zhang Ziliang's
study.

"You've come," Zhang said calmly.

"You invited me, how could I not come?"

"To be honest, I've thought about it, and I still can't forget you. I think..."

"Enough with the nonsense. I've seen the video. Come whatever you want. My sisters can tolerate this, and so can I."

"Alright then, but I'll still treat you well. Take a look at this plan. If you think
it's acceptable, we'll save ourselves a lot of trouble." Zhang tossed her a thin white booklet.

A-Liu caught it and saw several large characters written on it: "Castle Master's Exclusive Slave Plan."

A-Liu trembled with anger and threw the book back at Zhang Gongzi's face. "You, you, you shameless..."

"Alas, I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the gutter... Oh well, oh well, I can't leave the brothers without
an explanation , rain, thunder, and lightning, take me to properly entertain Miss Liu until she's willing to sign this contract."
Zhang Gongzi shook his head forlornly and disappeared into the darkness.

Several men tied Zhang Liu's wrists with ropes, hanging her arms in a Y-shape so that she could only
touch the ground with her toes. Her feet were tied together. Feng and Yu stood one in front of the other, and the whistling sound of whips filled
the room. Perhaps the castle owner had given orders beforehand, because they did not subject her to any tortures that would damage her bones. They
simply kept whipping her with a tanned cowhide whip, making her scream incessantly. At first, she tried to resist and
hold back, but later she could no longer hold back. She kept crying out, but it was no use. They remained
expressionless and just kept hitting her.

She was beaten for about two hours. She had fainted twice, both times being woken up by being splashed with water. Her white shirt was already
torn to shreds, the remaining part soaking red and hanging from the sleeves. Her white bra was nowhere
to be seen, leaving only her two 36D breasts receiving constant whipping. Similarly, her pants and
white underwear were missing from her thighs. Only her calves had been whipped less, with the remaining part of her pants hanging down to her feet. Her
calves were cramping from standing, so she had to lean her entire weight on her hands, rubbing her wrists until blood flowed
down .

Feng used the tip of the whip to lift her head. "Sign or not?"

She shook her head in agony.

Four burly men pulled over a table, forced her to kneel on it, and then began whipping her soles,
calves, and ankles with rubber whips. With each whip, she screamed in pain. After about 200 whips, she could
n't take it anymore and fainted.

When the water woke her, she found herself with her wrists bound together and hanging backwards from an iron
platform. A thick straw rope was wrapped around her waist, then passed through her delicate labia, tightly
connecting to her wrists. She had to slightly elevate her feet to alleviate the itching pain below. Her feet rested on a
cold iron plate, its edges engraved with eight arrows like those on a dance machine.

Then, the burly man called "Electric" placed two shackles on her ankles. The shackles were made of cast iron
with many metal splinters, and two electrical wires were connected to them.

"Have you ever played on a dance machine?" Electric asked her expressionlessly.

Zhang Liu tilted her head, ignoring him.

"You need to look at the screen in front of you. There are constantly appearing symbols. You need to step into the corresponding squares.
Each level lasts 5 minutes. The system will judge whether you pass the level based on the difficulty. There are 40 levels in total. If you fail,
you will be electrocuted. Don't underestimate this; it will make you feel like you're dying." The electric shock continued, "To prevent you
from fainting , I'll give you an injection." As he spoke, he gave her an injection of a sedative.

The game began. Zhang Liu needed to work very hard to reach the four iron squares on the sides, let alone the four corner squares.
She hadn't even made it past the first level. "

Ah, ah, ah!" screams rang out. Zhang Liu's leg muscles tensed up. She struggled
and shook her head, leaning back, trying to escape this torture. The 3 minutes of electric torture felt like an eternity to Liu
. When the electric shock ended, she was still swaying involuntarily, her whole body drenched in sweat, her ankles
chafed raw , blood immediately flowing onto the iron plates. Even more horrifying, the yellow straw rope around her genitals had turned red,
blood trickling down her legs, some dripping onto the ground – a truly pitiful sight.

"Ah! It hurts! No more! No more!" Liu abandoned her haughty demeanor, looking at them in terror

. "The Lord doesn't give special rewards to those who aren't serious," the electric shock continued, its face expressionless.

"Pass one again," the electric shock announced again.

This time, Liu stared intently at the screen, afraid of missing a single button. She strained her legs to reach
the hateful iron bars, essentially torturing herself, the straw rope constantly rubbing against her delicate genitals.
Her lips and shackles relentlessly irritated her ankles, causing them to bleed. She cried and screamed as she
stomped on them. A long half hour passed, and she had only passed three trials, losing count of how many times she had been electrocuted.

Her will was crumbling bit by bit. Another half hour passed; she no longer had the strength to jump,
as she could no longer see the screen. She simply endured the electric shocks every five minutes. She
was on the verge of collapse when Lei brought over a small bucket filled with a thick, reddish liquid that emitted a pungent chili
smell. He opened a large bag of salt, poured it in, and mixed it. Using a wall brush, he carefully applied
the water to A-Liu's vagina, wrists, and ankles, then poured the entire bucket of water onto
her body .

"Ah…you beast…" Waves of burning pain shot through A-Liu's nerves and into her brain.
Her last lifeline had been taken away. She finally broke down.

"I'll sign, I'll sign! Give me a wash, it hurts..." She finally understood
how Ye Zi's inhuman screams came about.

Half an hour later, Zhang Liu, her body ice-cold, lay on the ground and carefully began to read the slave plan.

Master's Exclusive Slave Obligations

: 1. Your master is everything to you; obey all your commands.

2. No clothing may be worn within the castle without your master's permission.

3. No standing upright may be done without your master's command.

4. No tail may be removed without your master's command.

5. Wear 20-kilogram shackles.

6. Receive 200 lashes daily and be forced to achieve orgasm. 7.

Clean all of your master's bedrooms daily.

8. Complete all of your master's tasks.

Violation will result in the most severe punishment.

Master's Exclusive Slave Rights

: 1. Do not accept orders from anyone other than your master.

2. You may order food as you please.

3. You may watch television, of course, only during times other than when fulfilling all your master's commands.

With tears in her eyes, Liu signed the agreement under their supervision. From then on, she became Zhang Gongzi's exclusive
slave, disappearing into the depths of the castle.

P.S.: I really couldn't write about this character's personality well. This is the worst one I've ever written. I'm sorry
everyone . She won't appear in future articles. I plan to write a side story, "Liu's Diary," specifically to describe her.

The plan is to finish with two more chapters and a side story:

Act 8, The Suffering Twins (Yu Rou and Yu Yan suffer together, all for their sister; see how much Yu Rou
can endure ) and Act 9, The Punishment of Impulsiveness (Ye Zi tries to commit suicide, is discovered, and is punished—it's quite bloody and violent;
if you don't like it, don't read it). Side story: Rou's Memories. I might update the day after tomorrow because my wife
will be home tomorrow, and I don't dare let her see this.

Hehe, by the way, I won't write this kind of article anymore, mainly because it makes my little brother keep getting
hard, and my wife keeps saying I've been impulsive these past few days, haha…

Act 8, The Suffering Twins:

Yu Rou didn't wake up until the second night.

She was completely naked, revealing two deep red welts on her shoulders, coated with a
fragrant ointment. Her fingers and toes appeared healed on the surface, but as
soon as Yu Rou tried to move, the pinched areas shot through her with excruciating pain. Her feet weren't shackled, but the marks from being suspended on her ankles hadn't disappeared,
and the cracked skin had been carefully bandaged together with ointment, demonstrating the medicine's effectiveness.
Leaning struggled to stand, her body throbbing with
pain from the whipping.

Then she froze. She saw her sister's clothes—the familiar yellow t-shirt and white tennis skirt—scattered on
the floor. This meant something she couldn't bear to think about. She lunged at the cell door, screaming,

"You bastards, let my sister go! Let her go! You beasts, she's only 18!"

No one answered her, until she slid to the floor, her voice hoarse.

She didn't know how much time had passed before the sound of chains dragging on the corridor echoed.

The door was flung open, and two burly men dragged in her younger sister, who was stripped naked like a lamb. They
threw her sister to the ground and sneered, "Have a good chat with your sister." Then they closed the door.

She immediately caught her sister. The poor girl's hands and toes were dripping with blood, her body covered in
a complex network of whip marks, the skin on her wrists and ankles raw and bleeding, and she was shackled with large shackles. Most
pitifully, a white, murky liquid mixed with red fluid was constantly flowing down the girl's thighs, and her body
reeked of putrid semen.

"Sister, it hurts so much," the girl cried, her body convulsing.

"I know, I know, my sister has suffered." Yu Rou pulled her sister into her arms, gently
holding her and stroking her hair. The girl burst into tears, and the two sisters buried their heads in their hands and wept bitterly…
…The night passed without incident… Little did they know that these two days had been the most comfortable two days they had ever had on the island. The night was long
…

Around noon on the third day, the door was opened again, and Steward He, along with several thugs, dragged them to
the playground.

“You sisters are quite devoted to each other. Fine, today I’ll give you a chance to further strengthen your bond.”

“You shameless beast, if you have anything to do, come at me! Don’t hurt my sister!”

“That’s not up to you. But if you behave well today, maybe… Let’s talk about the
rules There are several exercises here. You draw lots, and anyone can complete them. There will be a punishment for not completing them
—not for the person who did the exercise, but for the person who didn’t. Again, you draw lots for a punishment. Of course, you
can also do the exercise for someone else, but the punishment will be doubled. It’s noon now; we’ll play until
sunset .”

Clearly, this was aimed at Yu Rou.

"Don't say you don't want to play. You can watch your sister play with these big guys here.
I guarantee it'll get your blood pumping, hehe."

"Can I say I don't want to play, you beast? Let's begin." Yu Rou said fiercely.

"Come on, let's draw lots." Yu Rou's first lot was standing at attention.

"Hehe, this shouldn't be too difficult for you, but we need to add something extra."

The thugs brought over a pair of size 34 high-heeled iron shoes, a pair of extremely heavy cast iron shackles covered in tiny barbs,
two clips, and four heavy copper bells.

They forced Yu Rou to the ground, put the shackles on her, and then put the shoes on her. They shoved Yu Rou's feet
into the shoes, which were two sizes too small for her, and twisted a mechanism. Instantly, countless tiny barbs appeared on
the soles and toes, especially around her toes; four iron needles viciously pierced between Yu Rou's toes.

"Ah!" Yu Rou struggled violently, shaking her head, trying to escape the pain. When the burly man
released her, she lay on the ground, panting and trembling. She tried to alleviate her pain with screams.

"Sister!" The younger sister tried to break free from the burly man's grasp to see her sister.

"You're already thinking about it? Don't rush, you'll have your performance later."

"I'm talking to you! Stop lying on the ground pretending to be dead. Go, stand in the circle in the middle of the playground." Manager
He pointed to a small circle about 200 meters away, only big enough for two feet to fit in.

It took Yu Rou a long time to slowly stand up, and she shuffled towards the circle. She hadn't gone far
when she collapsed to the ground in pain. At this moment, a big man went over and whipped her hard. "Hurry up, you bitch."

It took Yu Rou 10 minutes to finally reach the circle, stopping and starting. She didn't know how many lashes she had received.
A .

"Okay, let me explain the rules. You spread your arms out to shoulder height, like that, and then
hold a bell in each hand." The burly man then used a clamp to clip onto Yu Rou's nipples and hung bells on them as well. "Alright, one
hour is the time limit. If your arms fall down within an hour, or any part of your body touches
the ground , you lose. Oh, and a reminder: don't ring the bells, or your little sister's little hole will
get a whipping. Remember, it's your sister's most delicate spot."

"You shameless."

Ten minutes passed, and the ground beneath Yu Rou's feet was already soaked red with blood. The midday sun on the small island near the equator was
so intense that it made people dizzy. A group of burly men sat around Steward He under a parasol, drinking ice-cold beer.
Steward He was leisurely playing with Yu Yan's still underdeveloped small breasts, gently pinching her clitoris. Yu
Yan supported herself on her arms, kneeling on a small table next to Steward He, looking at her sister with humiliation, occasionally
letting out a shy moan.

Yu Rou stared in utter disbelief. Her feet were throbbing with increasing pain; the steel needles embedded
in her toes, due to prolonged standing, had pierced the bone and were still pushing deeper. The heavy shackles pressed against her still-healing ankles, sending a constant , agonizing pain
through her. But that wasn't the worst of it. More importantly, her shoulders, already weakened by the severe punishment, seemed
unable to bear the weight of her arms. Her arms were numb, and the bells on her hands were unbearably heavy. Finally, she could 　　n't hold on any longer, 　　and her arms involuntarily twitched. The bells jingled incongruously. Two burly men slightly parted Yu Yan's legs, which were kneeling on the table, and with a sharp crack, a gray rubber whip lashed across the girl's delicate vulva. 　　The girl screamed so loudly it startled Steward He. 　　"Don't scream! If you scream again, I'll whip you ten times more!" he said viciously. 　　The girl fell silent in humiliation, her brows furrowed. 　　Time ticked by, and Yu Rou was drenched in sweat. The sweat stung her wounds, bringing tears to her eyes, but she refused to shed them. She wanted to leave her sister with an impression of strength. Stars began , and the bell rang every three to five minutes. She silently said to herself, "Sister, I'm sorry." 　　Finally, at 48 minutes, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud. 　　She was awakened by a splash of cold water. When she woke up, she saw the hateful face of Steward He. "You lost. Let's draw lots ." 　　"Can I see my sister first?" 　　"Of course, why not? You two are such good sisters." 　　Yu Yan knelt on the table in agony, her features contorted in pain, enduring immense suffering. Blood dripped from her pubic hair. 　　Yu Rou crawled over and, using the table for support, stood up. “Yan, I’m so sorry, sister.” 　　Yu Yan opened her eyes and looked at her sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Sister, I won’t blame you. I can handle it.” 　　Steward He clapped and said, “Touching, touching. But I wonder who will be tortured next.” 　　“Do you have any humanity? You cold-blooded animal.” 　　“Stop talking nonsense. Talking nonsense won’t save your fate.” 　　When Yu Rou opened the note, the three big words on it, “Pulling fingernails,” deeply stung her. 　　“Then who will be tortured?” 　　“Me,” Yu Rou said first. 　　“Sister, I’ll be tortured. I can handle it,” Yu Yan also said. 　　“Tsk tsk, I don’t know who to choose.” 　　In the end, Yu Rou told them with a firm look that she would be tortured. 　　“You can take the torture in place of your sister, but the punishment will be increased. After each fingernail is pulled out, a wooden nail will be inserted into each one.” 　　“Okay.” 　　Yu Yan watched helplessly as her sister’s fingernails and toenails were pulled out with pliers, and then the thugs mercilessly inserted the wooden nails that Ye Zi had suffered. Tears blurred her vision. 　　Yu Rou's screams startled the seagulls on the sea. When the thugs untied Yu Rou from the stool, she writhed and trembled violently on the ground. 　　She didn't know how much time had passed before she gradually calmed down and fainted, but the cold well water quickly revived her. 　　"Next, running." 　　As Yu Yan dragged her iron shackles across the gravel track, her sister Yu Rou was suspended from a horizontal bar at the edge of the playground. Her injured feet could only touch the ground, and the wooden stakes inserted into her feet constantly tugged her nerves. She shook her head in agony, her 36C breasts being played with by Steward He. Steward He deliberately stomped on Yu Rou's toes, and she let out a piercing scream. 　　Before long, Yu Yan's feet were scraped raw by the gravel on the ground, and blood dripped down the track. Yu Yan's vision was already blurry; the stones under her feet had probably reached her bones, and every movement was excruciatingly painful.

The iron shackles on her ankles were grinding her flesh raw, and her genitals, which had just been whipped, were numb.
Finally she couldn't hold on any longer and tumbled to the ground, her legs and body covered in bloody welts. A whip
lashed out fiercely at Yu Yan.

"Get up, lazy dog, there are still nine laps to go."

Yu Yan lay on the ground, sobbing, "Please, I really can't run anymore, my feet hurt so much. It hurts so much.

" "I'll make you feel pain." Manager He took a bottle of beer and poured it all over Yu Yan's feet. Her painful cries
echoed across the playground for a long time. "Run! If you don't run, I'll make you run while I drag you. Think about
the consequences." "

It took Yu Yan more than an hour to run ten laps around the playground, or rather, two laps and crawl eight laps.
While she was crawling, they whipped her hard like they were whipping a female dog. They even stuck a whip into her
buttocks and made her drag herself along. Her legs and feet were all cut with deep gashes that exposed the bone. But they wouldn't
let her off so easily. The thugs poured all the alcohol on her wounds and then began to rape the two sisters
. After they had their fill, they made them continue exercising."

...

Countless hardships finally broke the two sisters. They were covered in wounds, not a single
part of them unscathed. They began to succumb to the tyranny of their cold-blooded thugs, embarking on the lowest form of slavery,
constantly facing the perverse demands of countless men. Their enemies were no better. Every day, they
learned to serve their masters in humiliation. Of course, Zhang Ziliang wouldn't let go of Yu Rou, who had broken his legs. He always managed to
torture to death, then rescue her, only to have her continue to be humiliated by his men. Days passed...

Act Nine: The Price of Impulsiveness.

Ye Zi, finally unable to endure the immense physical and mental torment, committed suicide. But things weren't
that simple. With the miraculous healing skills of Doctor Li Liang, even the most severe injuries could be healed.

Ye Zi was hung from the ceiling. Except for her nails not having grown back, all the injuries from her previous tortures
had completely healed; only the fractured bone still ached faintly.

A short while later, Zhang Ziliang walked in. Ye Zi looked at him in terror.

"You've violated the most important rule of being a slave: any attempt at suicide before your master has ordered you to die is
blasphemy. I've decided to make you go through all the punishments here, so you can truly experience
the consequences of disobeying your master's orders."

Ye Zi shook her head in anguish, having already completely submitted: "Please, Master, don't punish this little slave!
I'm willing to do anything!"

"Too late. You should have thought about the consequences when you tried to commit suicide. Don't worry, I'll heal you every night, and
you can continue to enjoy yourself the next day until all the punishments here have been used on you. I have a bottle of medicine here, and combined with
your constitution, it can make you live through all the punishments. So, let's begin." "

The piercing screams lingered in the castle. This was the third group of people.
Each , bit by bit. They hadn't spared her most private parts. Ye Zi
trembled in pain on the instruments of torture, but the thugs only enjoyed her cries more.

After the whipping came the needle torture. Red-hot iron spikes, cracking wooden sticks, and expanding bamboo spikes were driven into
her body one by one. They spared no part of her, mainly targeting
areas with concentrated nerves like her fingers, toes, palms, soles, and joints like her ankles and knees. The spikes were driven in, pulled out, and driven in again. Finally, they
carefully rotated barbed steel needles in Ye Zi's fingers and toes, making her screams grow ever more agonizing
.

When Ye Zi finally endured the needle torture, she was in excruciating pain..." She trembled on the ground until they threw her into the nutrient solution
; the first day of torture lasted 18 hours.

On the second day, when they took Yezi, whose injuries had fully healed, out of the nutrient solution, she desperately
begged them to stop torturing her. She frantically licked their toes, pleading with them to penetrate her and not
torture they were unmoved. The second day's torture
consisted of the tiger bench, clamps, finger clamps, toe clamps, hanging, chili water, and roasting, much more brutal than the first day. Her knees were completely bent at
an angle by the tiger bench; the sound of the clamps cracking bones echoed constantly from her legs; her fingers and toes were
broken again; later, she was hung up with 80 kilograms added, forced to perform various movements, each time... Falling from the sky,
her already shattered feet would slam into the ground, and the broken bones would
torment her nerves once more. Finally, her body would be completely seared, and she would scream until her throat was hoarse
, only able to stare blankly at the ceiling, enduring a pain that seemed to hold her breath.

On the third day, when the thugs brought her out, she stubbornly refused to leave. That day,
she saw Yu Rou and Yu Yan, who were diligently sucking the thugs' penises, whips lashing
their , eliciting painful groans. Today, they were no longer her comrades, but the ones to torture her.

Ye Zi was bound in a spread-eagle position to the torture device, her legs open, a thick hemp rope threaded through her vulva,
with both ends... Holding the rope in Yuyan and Yurou's hands respectively, the girls, tears streaming down their faces, whipped the rope back and forth under the thug's whip .
The rope gradually became stained red with Yezi's blood, dripping into a small basin on the ground. Yezi screamed in agony; she
could no longer endure the pain. Yuyan, unable to bear seeing Yezi suffer any longer, let the rope down.
She was then taken to the adjacent torture chamber. After half an hour of agonizing screams, Yuyan was dragged back. Crying, she took
the rope and continued to pull, like a slow, sharp saw, sawing Yezi's vulva until blood and flesh flew everywhere. The thug kept
pouring water mixed with chili and salt onto the blood-red rope. Yezi, in agony, lost control of her bladder and bowels, her piercing screams
capable of shattering the roof. Only when the basin was filled with Yezi's urine and blood did the thug feel at ease.

"Let me go, let me go. Let me go. I'll never kill myself again." "Ye Zi pleaded with them in agony,

only to be met with a cold wooden horse. The triangular back of the horse gleamed coldly, its saddle firmly
wedged into Ye Zi's pubic bone, sinking deep inside. Each of her feet was weighed down with a 40-kilogram iron ball,
and . The thugs had Yu Yan and Yu Rou hold candles and burn the soles of Ye Zi's feet, forcing her to constantly
move her legs. The wooden horse and her pubic bone creaked and groaned. The torture lasted for an entire day. The three of them were
penetrated in the vagina by countless pieces of wood or other objects of various sizes. For them, orgasms were as common as sweating."
Simple, white liquid mixed with blood dripped continuously from their vaginas.

When Ye Zi was brought before Zhang Ziliang again, she was as docile as a cat, looking at her master with obsequious eyes.

"Do you know you're wrong, you lowly slave?"

"I know, I know, please punish me, Master."

"Hmm, go kneel on it yourself. I'll give you two minutes to bring yourself to orgasm."

Ye Zi obediently knelt on a triangular angle iron. The sharp angle iron cut a
gash , the iron deeply contacting the bone below her knee. Ye Zi pressed a switch, and the angle iron began to heat up,
a hissing sound echoing inside Ye Zi's bones. Ye Zi gritted her teeth, furrowed her brows, and thrust the thick, barbed wooden stick into
her vagina. In less than two minutes, the bloody white liquid sprayed onto the reddened angle iron with a sizzling
sound . Ye Zi endured the immense pain and looked at her master.

"Hmm, very good. Go serve your other masters."

Ye Zi was pulled by the collar around her neck and crawled out like a dog.

From then on, the four excellent girls became the lowest slaves in the castle, arbitrarily abused, without their own
dignity or freedom, fulfilling their master's various demands day after day until they were no longer
attractive.

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Extra Chapter: Ye Zi's Interview

----------Can you tell me why you agreed to this interview?

I've been on this island for about five months. My master told me I had to write something as a memento.
Of course, I didn't write it myself, just kidding. My broken fingers were unusable for writing on the first day my master disciplined me
. Later, although Mr. Li healed them, people kept breaking them every day,
especially when Mr. Li was away from the island for a few days. Even inserting that stick into my little hole required my master's
help , although he was a bit rough.

----------Then please introduce yourself.

My name is Ye Ye, I'm about 21 years old, just call me Ye Zi. Before I came here, I was 168cm tall and
weighed 47kg. I had no excess fat on my body. I used to be a policeman and a martial arts expert. The second master here
is my senior brother. They say I used to be a vibrant young woman, maybe because I was pretty
. You can
tell from the fact that I always have at least 20 things stuck in my vagina every day—some human, some wood, some iron. Of course, I also have to suck out things for men with strange requests.

----------What about your period?

Period? I won't get it anymore. Mr. Li gave me some medicine, and I stopped getting my period. I was terrified
, thinking I was pregnant, but it turns out I can never get pregnant again. But it's okay, at least I don't have to bear so much burden when I go to
that . Of course, the aftereffects are also obvious: I rarely secrete any fluid.
Every time everyone does it, they always use tools first until I bleed, then they use the real thing to continue.

----------Who do you want to thank?

First, I want to thank Mr. Li for his continuous treatment. For a while, my master wasn't in a good mood,
so I was almost always in Mr. Li's nutrient solution. It's truly a miraculous thing; even large wounds
disappear completely after soaking in it for a day. Of course, that only applies to external wounds. For internal wounds, Mr. Li would apply some ointment,
and they would heal in three days if no one touched them. But because people touched them every day, my toenails never grew back.
Even so, I'm still almost the same as when I first arrived, except my voice is hoarser than before.
This was done in the master's study. It's precisely because I'm still as youthful as before that everyone still likes
me.

----------I heard you're a slave?

Yes, I am a slave, the lowest of the low in Scorpion Castle. I must
serve anyone here who makes a demand, no matter what, or my master will be very angry, and the consequences will be severe. I no longer miss home
; I'm thinking about how to serve these masters well, how to maintain my youth. On the very first day, the master
showed me with a piece of wood and a whip how serious the consequences of his anger would be. Of course, I have a past with the master
; I kicked and damaged his prized manhood, so he hates my feet so much that I
had to crawl for a long time. Even then, he had no intention of letting my legs and feet go.

----------Why did you submit to be a slave?

Why did I submit to be my master's slave? Just kidding. Try balancing six bricks on a tiger bench,
try having your calves crushed, try having your toenails ripped off, try walking through ten thousand wood
shavings on your raw, untouched flesh, try having 120 pounds of weight on your feet as you fall from a great height
and land on your feet. I never want to try any of that again. It's not something a human can endure, although the master still reinforces that memory during my evening
"educational" sessions.

----------Have you ever tried to escape, to commit suicide?

Escape? No. Can you imagine a naked woman, her legs and feet tortured and tortured,
crawling out of a heavily guarded castle with 40 kilograms of shackles? I attempted suicide once, but it took my master
three days and three nights to make me realize how wrong that was. Besides the memories mentioned above, I have
many more. For example, he used a rope to move back and forth on my vulva until the blood
filled a small basin on the floor; he burned the soles of my feet with candles; he used tweezers to carefully pull out the tender flesh from my feet
; he made me sit on a triangular piece of wood with 100 kilograms of weight on my feet; he electrocuted me
for four hours, leaving me smelling burnt. In short, it took Mr. Li four days to get me back to kneeling in
his study.

----------Can you tell us about your schedule?

Well, around 7 pm every evening after dinner, I'd be taken to his study by my master
. You know, it's not a pleasant place. If he's happy, I'll leave early,
around 11 pm. If he's unhappy, I might still be there until dawn. Of course, this requires more effort from Mr. Li.
After I leave, I'll be taken to a small room to receive all sorts of demands from my master.
I like it when they're not drunk. Some owners treat me very well, while others, probably because I
offended them when I was a policeman, always have requests I can't fulfill. So I really like Thursdays,
when those bad owners are on duty. Please don't tell them, or I'll be in big trouble again tonight.

If they weren't so noisy, I think I could get some sleep after dawn. Of course, don't think I
'd sleep lying down; that's only when my master is having sex with me or with my second master. They'd hang
me up, my toes barely touching the ground. You know, I don't have toenails, and there are wood shavings inside, which is very
painful. At first, I couldn't sleep at all, but now I'm used to it and can sleep almost every other day.
Sometimes some masters would put candles under my feet and burn the soles of my feet, making it hard to fall asleep.
Of course, they would also make me kneel to sleep, saying it was to atone for my sins. I knelt on a piece of wood with two ends and three corners, very sharp
wooden planks that were stuck right under my knees and ankles. By the way, they call this "Erlang Carrying the Mountain," and it really hurt.
I would often wake up in pain to find the wooden planks stuck in my flesh.

-----------Just a quick interruption, so you'll probably sleep very little.

You might think I sleep very little, but you're wrong. Mr. Li often drags me directly from the master's study to his
nutrient tank, where it wouldn't be surprising if I were unconscious for a whole day. Anyway, in the afternoon, Steward He drags me
to do some exercise, like kneeling on the wooden board I just mentioned, arms outstretched, each holding a large bowl filled with
boiling water. My current record is 15 minutes. If I spill even a drop of water within 10 minutes,
Steward pour the hot water directly onto my feet, scalding them with blisters. By the way, besides having sex
with me every day, Steward He's favorite thing to do is torture my feet, popping each blister and then
rubbing them back and forth with a rope.

Also, he would always make me run long distances, otherwise I would be punished. Every afternoon I had to run 10 laps around the track
with my 40-kilogram shackles. Sometimes it was okay when I had just come out of Mr. Li's place, but if I was being
disciplined by the master in the study, I think I could only crawl 10 laps, like a dog with its tail stuck in its butt,
being whipped by its master.

And then there was the tightrope walking, which was my greatest fear, and also the tool they raved about as punishment.
It was a room surrounded by rough straw ropes, with some wires in between. One rope was
about high, and the other had a sturdy steel frame underneath, higher than my ankles. My hands would be suspended
above a track that followed the same path as the straw ropes, with chains hanging me up. A machine would slowly move along
the track. I would stand in the middle of the straw ropes, pressing them tightly against my genitals. Then, my two shackles would
be locked to the steel frame track below. The steel frame track was so high that I had to tiptoe
, walking only on my toes. Of course, you know what was inside my toes. The first time, I hadn't even walked 10 meters before
the machine carried me the whole way. I think the whole thing was about 200 meters long. "I think I've probably made it about halfway across now.
Every 10 meters there's a sharpened stake, and I have to step over it. You know, getting a stake stuck in your genitals isn't
comfortable . And they won't let me walk the rope comfortably. Every so often there's a blackened steel needle
piercing through it. If you don't want to tear your genitals to shreds, you have to avoid it. But I think my genitals are already beyond
repair. I'm just giving this suggestion to those who come after me. Manager He said they're going to add an entertainment program for me,
which scares me.

" -----------"How's your food?" "

Very good, very scientific. They haven't been picky about my meals. It's all Mr. Li's recipe, very nutritious.
It's just that I have to eat like a dog every day, and some food gets up my nose, which makes me very uncomfortable.

" -----------"You said you really admire your senior brother. Can you tell me about him?"

You mean the second master? I think he's very good. I'm currently trying to recall the mantra I remember for him. It took him
three weeks to confirm that I had genuinely forgotten it. Since then, he's been really good to me. He lets me sleep in a comfortable
bed, covers me with a comfortable blanket, and holds me while I sleep soundly. He also gives me clothes I like to wear,
like tennis clothes, a white t-shirt, capri pants, snow-white athletic socks, and nice Reebok shoes, and we
play tennis together. Of course, I have to wear these shackles over my shoes, and my feet hurt a lot, so I can't fully enjoy it.
He also sits on the beach with me, holding me as we watch the sunrise and sunset. Now he even kisses my forehead. I really want to go to
him . He always says that if I hadn't had such a big feud with the first master, he would make me his slave.
Every time I go back from him, the first master flies into a rage, stays in the study all night, and then sends me directly from the study
to Mr. Li's place. I heard they even argued about me. I know the master will be angry, but I'm
willing to endure it all. I'd even be willing to spend a day with the second master. But that's impossible now. I heard
the second master went on a very dangerous mission and hasn't returned in two months. Mr. Li says the chances of survival are slim, so
I'm very unhappy.

-----------I heard you later saw your sister.

Yes, yes, I also saw Arou, that girl with the gentle eyes. Sometimes we'd be
trained together, like on a balance beam. One end of the beam would be me, and the other would be her. Whoever had the heaviest
weight could stand on the ground, while the other would just hang there. Her shoulder was injured, so most
of the time I made her stand on the ground. I'd only stand for a short while when I couldn't take it anymore. 120 pounds, it's not easy
to endure . You know, she doesn't have my physique. According to the second master, she hasn't given in yet. I really
don't know how she got through it. But I heard her younger sister was tortured to death when Mr. Li left.
The second master said it was terrible, which might be related. Her sister hasn't given in since. I really
admire her; I never expected her to be so strong. If you can visit her, please give her my regards.

----------- Okay, can you tell me how your master disciplined you?

Well, there are some bad memories I don't want to talk about, but if you want to know, I'll tell you some.
First , I would be taken to the study, and then kneel on the penitential crutches to wait for the master to come. The penitential crutches were just small crosses;
they would nail my hands to them, and then make me kneel on a raised iron ridge. Sometimes they would change the bottom piece.
A red-hot triangle. When the master arrived, he would first humiliate me. I had to pretend to be righteous and
defiant to arouse their desire to discipline me.

The first lesson, I think, was the whip lesson. I tried all the whips in the study, and I felt that the iron ring whip and the purple bamboo whip
left the deepest marks on me. Look here, these are
the consequences of the first master using the iron ring whip to discipline me after I returned from the second master's place. Even Mr. Li was powerless to do anything about it. The first lesson lasted 45 minutes to an hour, mainly taught by
Teacher .

There was a 15-minute break between lessons, during which I would drink some nutritional water and eat some fruit. The second lesson was about
ancient punishments, mainly learning about the structure of the tiger bench, the use of the clamps, etc. We would also study some branding irons.
Of course, I also studied my physical limits in that lesson. For example, I can now hang 180 pounds for 15 minutes,
swing back and forth 8 times on a swing, and be clamped between 6 bricks for 14 minutes without losing consciousness, etc.
Teacher Lei mainly taught the lessons. I didn't like him; he was too rough. The class could last anywhere from an hour to an entire night
.

The third class was about female torture. They would study my breasts and vagina, give me enemas, and they were always researching
what would make me feel more pain if something was inserted into my breasts, what would make me feel excruciating pain if something was inserted into my vagina, how long I could endure if a bowl of vinegar was poured down
my anus and so on. The master always participated in this class; he always managed
to conjure something up to make me reach orgasm. It was mainly Teacher Yu who taught, and I quite liked him; he was quite gentle
when .

The fourth class was about modern torture, mostly electric shocks. They wouldn't be
satisfied . Sometimes they would experiment with new tortures in this class, and I was always the first to benefit from them. Teacher Electricity
was the main lecturer.

Finally, when the master got tired, they would rest and send me to another large room to serve the other masters.
Of course, they wouldn't forget to drive a box of 42 wooden nails into my toes and fingers, and they would also pull out some old,
bloody nails with bits of flesh and throw them all over the floor. This is the most painful time of the day. Even though I'm with my second master,
this won't change. My first master will send someone to carry it out, nailing it harder and pulling it out more cruelly. But I like it,
because that way I can lie peacefully in my second master's arms and sleep soundly for one night.

------------I heard you were taken to other islands for exchanges?

You mean that time? Yes, I went by helicopter. Don't think I rode in a helicopter. They
hung my hands on either side of the helicopter, with shackles on my feet and 150-pound iron balls on them as they flew over. Luckily,
it wasn't too far, otherwise I don't know if I would have died. But I think dying would be a relief, but my life
belongs to my master. The people there were not friendly at all. They tortured me for three days and three nights. I was carried back
. But I am a slave, and I should do my duty as a slave.

------------Can I see what this mark on your nipple is?

Yes, but don't touch it. This isn't a mark; it's a torture device. There are many fiberglass wires inside. Sometimes even
a gust of wind makes me fall to the ground in pain. It felt like ten thousand steel needles piercing my heart.

"So, when you fulfill your master's demands, doesn't it hurt a lot?" "

Yes, but I still have to fulfill my master's demands. Those little masters love to tease me, they always drive me
half to death.

" "It's so cruel!" "

Yes, what can I do? I'm a slave. I have to keep smiling, it's really difficult

." "Alright, I'm leaving now. Do you have any other requests?" "

How dare I have any requests? Steward He is calling me, I'm about to go on the ropes. I sincerely hope that the second master will return
safely .

" The interview ended. The person in the wheelchair angrily threw the teacup onto the television. "Feng, go bring that dog slave
up. We'll teach her a lesson tonight, let her know the consequences of talking nonsense..."

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