Chapter Twelve: Eternal Fall into Darkness - The weight of the entire world pressed down on her frail body.

Zhou Wen was dying.

His body was ice-cold, devoid of any color, and he was shivering violently. Despite being covered with several thick blankets, he still groaned in agony, "Cold, so cold."

He had been given medication, but his consciousness remained extremely hazy, showing no signs of improvement.

Although the blood on his face had been carefully wiped away, the numerous bruises on his face were still shocking.

Mei Zi was at her wits' end.

She had found Zhou Wen limp and lifeless by a stinking ditch on her way home from work in the early morning. He had been suffering from the cold and pain for an unknown amount of time. She begged someone to take him to the hospital, but the doctor said he was certain to die unless a miracle occurred.

So he refused to take him in, prescribed some medication, and sent them away.

Helpless, Mei Zi carried him back to her small room. After washing his body with hot water, Zhou Wen regained some consciousness, only to be tormented by alternating chills and fevers.

"Cold, so cold..."

Zhou Wen's bloodless lips moved, his expression one of agony, as if he were struggling desperately in the depths of his consciousness.

"Unless it's a miracle, you're definitely going to die, definitely going to die, definitely going to die..."

the doctor said.

Meizi's tears streamed down her face.

Was there any other way?

Even with all the blankets on

, she was still unbearably cold. Perhaps, only her body could withstand it? Meizi threw back the covers, naked, and leaned down, pressing herself against Zhou Wen's body. A chill ran up her spine, and she couldn't help but gasp. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to slide her body up and down, her smooth skin like a snake coiled around the man, desperately arousing his passion.

Perhaps stimulated, the man's hands suddenly wrapped around her bare back, and the two embraced tightly...

In the European-style villa.

Mr. Chen sat on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"I'm back,"

Wei Jing quietly entered, her lightly made-up face unable to conceal her haggard appearance.

"Huh? Is that what you said?"

Wei paused, gritting her teeth as she said, "I'm back... Master."

"Come here... I told you to crawl here like a dog."

Mr. Chen grabbed Wei's long hair as she knelt between his legs, forcing her to lift her face, and slapped her hard twice, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "You filthy bitch, you're getting more and more unruly. I only told you to spend one night with that old devil, and you served him for two days! Damn it, do you want to die?"

Wei couldn't help but shed tears. She truly didn't understand how there could be such an unreasonable devil in the world. He was the one who gave her away as a gift to be played with by others, and now he was blaming her. Didn't he know that her fate wasn't in her own hands?

Mr. Chen tore Wei's top in half, leaving half of her body naked in the air.

Mr. Chen couldn't help but gasp. "Damn, that old man is a pervert."

No wonder Wei was in so much pain; her entire body was covered in needle marks and burns, her breasts were swollen and shiny, covered in bruises.

"Lift your ass up so I can see."

"I won't..."

Wei said painfully, but under Mr. Chen's manipulation, she exposed her lower body, lying on the ground with her buttocks raised high in front of the man.

As Mr. Chen expected, Wei's lower body was in even worse shape. Her anus, which had never been tightly closed before, was now like a broken door, pitifully gaping open, revealing the bloody intestines. The bloodstains on her thighs were also imaginable.

For two whole days, Chairman Shi had been anally abusing Wei. This anal lover and sadist was completely obsessed with Wei's intestines and feces. If Mr. Chen hadn't urged him repeatedly, he might not have let her go today.

Unable to see, Wei felt a slight tremor in Mr. Chen's heart at that moment. A flicker of sympathy crossed his eyes for the pitiful body before him, and his gaze softened.

However, in an instant, he was even more shocked by his earlier wavering. Good heavens, why?

Ten years of hardship had hardened his heart to the bone. Nothing and no one had ever evoked the slightest pity in him. He could have mercilessly tortured and killed the equally beautiful Qing Lan. But today, his heart had softened?

Was it because his possession of Wei was mixed with some inexplicable, special emotions?

Beware, beware, Chen Kun, this will be your fatal flaw in the future. You might become the second Qing Peng!

Thinking this through, Mr. Chen's gaze grew even more piercing, devoid of any sympathy. He transferred all his anger towards himself onto Wei, his eyes blazing with malice as he viciously cursed, "You little slut, you look like you're about to die when you see me, but you become so wanton when you see others. Just wait and see how I deal with you."

He bound Wei's hands behind her back, put a collar around her neck, held a silver chain in one hand, and wielded a leather whip in the other, lashing her thighs and buttocks with a storm of blows. Her already bruised and tender skin was now covered in even more bloody welts. Wei had just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Her screams and pleas were deafening, but with her head held captive, she couldn't escape. She could only spin around in place, weakly swinging her arms, trying to alleviate the pain of the whipping.

Mr. Chen didn't really want to hit her; he just wanted to vent his anger and deepen Wei's fear of him. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, he slowed down and asked while hitting her, "Do you know you were wrong?"

"I know I was wrong, Master,"

Wei said, tears streaming down her face.

"Damn it, you still get all horny and wet whenever you see another man?"

"I wouldn't dare, Master."

"Wouldn't dare what?"

"...Wouldn't dare get horny, wouldn't dare...wet."

"Don't think that just because you're famous now, that you're some kind of person, you can have any ideas, that you can fly high. Let me tell you the truth, I spent so much money to bring you back to the stage just to raise your value and sell you for a good price. Since I dared to let you out, I can bring you back. I can lift you to the sky, and I can also trample you to the ground. Remember that." "

I...I remember..."

"Tell me, what do you like?"

"I like Master's big cock the most, I like Master fucking my pussy the most, I like eating Master's semen the most."

This was a sentence that Mr. Chen had forced Wei to memorize in the past. No matter how many times Wei repeated it, she could not get used to it. When she said it against her will, her heart always ached.

Mr. Chen, however, relished it. After this foreplay, he was already visibly aroused. He released Wei, gave her a signal, and she understood. She crawled to Mr. Chen's feet, gently biting down on his trousers and pulling them down. Then, she used her mouth and tongue to pull out his hard, unappetizing member.

His penis was so thick that no matter how hard Wei tried, she could only swallow half of it. Even so, her entire mouth was swollen and distorted. In terms of service skills, she wasn't as skilled as Qinglan, who knew how to adjust to the man's needs. But Mr. Chen loved her raw, unaccustomed charm. It was often her unskilled swallowing that made him unable to suppress his urge.

Now, he was almost out of control again, but unwilling to end it there, he quickly withdrew, his veined penis glistening with saliva.

"Quick, do a one-legged stance,"

Wei said, her face flushed.

What he called "standing on one leg like a rooster" was like the posture dancers often practiced in dance class: holding the left leg up from behind with both hands, bending it into a beautiful arc, the sole of the foot touching the top of the head,

while the right leg supported the body. This pose is inherently very aesthetically pleasing, highlighting the curves of the female body, but when done naked, it takes on a particularly obscene connotation, because the female genitalia are further emphasized by the extreme tension of the muscles. Mr. Chen happened to like this, and when he got excited, he asked Wei to do this pose for his viewing pleasure.

Normally, this pose would be a piece of cake for Wei, who was known as an excellent dancer, but today it was extremely difficult. Her lower body was injured, and walking was very difficult. It was as if she could lift her leg, but her hands were bound and she was powerless.

Mr. Chen said, "I'll help you."

He forcibly lifted one of Wei's legs up, and Wei screamed in pain. After several adjustments, she still had to let Mr. Chen use brute force to raise her leg. He then took a step forward impatiently, grabbed the woman's slender waist, and tried to force himself on her, shoving his penis into her bulging lower body.

Perhaps Wei was too tense and contracted, or her vulva was swollen, or this position was simply unsuitable for intercourse;

in any case, Mr. Chen just couldn't penetrate her. His haphazard thrusting only made his own genitals feel hot and itchy, and he was on the verge of losing control. Helpless, Mr. Chen had to change positions, having the woman stand on one leg, propping the other high on the sofa back, her upper body bent forward, still maintaining the wide-open posture. He used a doggy-style position to thrust his thick, hard, swollen penis into her vulva, engaging in a frenzied, storm-like thrusting. After such a long period of caressing, the woman's body unconsciously became hot and wet, secreting a large amount of fluid. The repeated stimulation and fullness of her nerve endings brought her temporary forgetting of shame, and she moaned.

"Say it again, what do you like best..."

"I like Master's big cock the most, I like Master fucking my little hole the most, I like eating Master's semen the most!"

the woman blurted out in a daze.

Without warning, the penis was suddenly withdrawn and thrust into the woman's ravaged anus. The sudden, excruciating pain felt like the weight of the entire world pressing down on her frail body; her vision went black, and she fainted.

In the instant her body went limp, Mr. Chen reached his climax, letting out a long, triumphant roar as he ejaculated a thick stream of semen deep into Wei's cervix.

Regardless, in Mr. Chen's heart, Wei was more important than any of the other women. If that incident hadn't happened, he would still have considered Wei his possession. But, unfortunately, that incident still happened…

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