Chapter 16: The Forbidden Room Training (6)

He was floating between awake and trance, and darkness was endless

He could not escape, and this harsh fact was increasingly clear before him. He was destined to be locked up until old and dead like a tiny mouse in a cage

This is his destiny

In this small iron cage, he reviewed his life and realized how pale his life was

Carefully wrapping my heart into a cocoon, and living alone like walking on thin ice has left too many emotional blanks

In his short first half of his life, there were not many days that could be called joy.

And the only few attempts are to devote all your heart and unreservedness, family affection, love, career... However, every effort that takes care of can only bring you scars and painful memories

What's the use of love and love? Like a dream

Since the past is full of bitterness and cannot be chewed and reviewed, the future is so desperate that there is no light

It becomes a redundant and ridiculous thing to grasp the present moment

In the case of life and death involuntarily, mechanical repeated memory of some boring data to force yourself to stay awake will not bring any benefits except for prolonging the time of punishment.

He is tired, tired, and doesn't want to struggle anymore

The long-term inability to communicate with people, and even lack the most basic physical contact, the various functions of the senses gradually enter a state of silence, from the beginning to the beginning to not watch, not listen, not wanting to watch, not listen, not wanting

Memory slowly blurred, like old newspapers soaked in rain, intertwined and lost their original clear outline

He can no longer tell whether it is a dream or a wake-up, whether it is a reality or an illusion, and he doesn't want to tell whether it is a difference.

It gradually fades away, past, present, future...it seems like a slowly receding tide, taking away the noise and passion

All love and hate have withered, like withered flowers, silently falling from the branches, the heart no longer hurts or is moved

He smiled and opened his arms to embrace the black abyss. What was quietly buried with the darkness was all about him as a human being: emotions, dignity, memory, thoughts...

One day, he found that he had released himself from his cage, but was tied up in an empty and dark space by slings and other equipment, probably reaching his destination.

But his situation did not improve at all, and he was still tied tightly, hanging on all sides, without any leverage. The only thing he could feel was the endless void

But this didn't touch him at all

The function is closed, the soul is sleeping, the man named Asamiya is dead, and the sling is hanging on the sling is just a breathing corpse

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there is no time……

No space...

No past...

There is no future...

In the darkness and void of the grave, a whip suddenly whipped on his naked back without warning without warning

Pain, the pain that tear the flesh, the most keenest of all these touches, quickly grabbed him and awakened his body from the dead state

The sudden and intense pain caused his hair to stand up

Once, then again

The whipping without mercy conveys the sharp pain from the skin to the flesh

And he welcomes the pain

The body, which has been lacking external stimulation for a long time, welcomes the arrival of pain with joy

Every pore has been opened, and the dormant cells seem to be active

The body is awakening

Sexual Organs The only external organ in the human body that is not controlled by consciousness begins to slowly raise your head

No thought

No need to think

Only feeling

Immerse yourself in sensory stimulation and feel this unique, pure, and intense pain

Pain is stronger than love, more tempting than death

The lonely body, greedy and desire more pain, brings a sense of existence, identity, and...sexual pleasure

Blood was dripping, flowing coldly along the body, but the temperature in the body was gradually rising, and his emotions became more and more excited. Even though he was still wearing a mouth block, he couldn't help but let out a ecstatic moan.

The whipping has stopped at some point

His legs were spread apart and his anal plug was removed. As soon as his hot clone penetrated into his body, he trembled and released the turbid white body fluid.

And the thrust continues

The opponent's movements were absolutely not gentle, and he advanced and hit, siege the city without hesitation, and pierced into the deepest part of his body.

But that seems to be exactly what he needs

The lewd inner wall is like a child's greedy mouth, tightly adsorbing the flesh blade, and every cell is clamoring: deeper, deeper!

The body is filled with a sense of fulfillment that has never been seen before

The powerful external force invaded this uninhibited body like a sea of ​​storms, and all the feelings were reviving one by one.

The fire of desire that was reignited on the barren land was overwhelming in an instant and uncontrollable

The soul was squeezed into a small corner, looking coldly at the body that was lost in sensuality

Desire flows

A lewd breath fills the entire space

The completely opened body, like a demon flower blooming in the dark, controlled and dominated, dancing slowly with the rhythm of the flesh blade thrusting

Even though he had just experienced an orgasm, his body still felt hotter and hotter. He couldn't help but climbed to the peak of desire after desire until he was exhausted and almost fainted.

The sling was slowly lowered, the mouth plug, earplug, and eye mask were removed one by one, and the rope that bound him was untied.

But perhaps it was because he had been tied up for too long, or maybe he had just experienced a too intense love story, he collapsed to the ground, as soft as a pool of mud, completely unable to move

For a while, he didn't understand what was going on, until the familiar fragrance of pine needles floated from the end of his nose, and a ball of light emanated from a pale hand.

It seemed as if he was used to the dark eyes to gradually adapt to the process of gradual adaptation. The light illuminated the face, upper body, and even the entire room.

It was a slender and handsome man, as black as lacquer, and his clothes were as ink as paint, making his complexion extremely pale, just like a ray of moonlight shining through the window lattice on a snowy night in winter.

But the person overall gave people a dark tone, like death, like dark night, like despair, like everything that makes people fear, but will eventually be buried in it.

The man stood in front of him and stared at him deeply, looking at him indescribable whether he was happy or sad

Your body remembers me. The man slowly said in a sighing tone, I am your master, Kazuma Ninja.

He stared at the man blankly, his eyes slowly widening

Yes, he remembers this face, he remembers having reached orgasm under this person, which was the first time in his life that he experienced the ultimate experience of both spirit and flesh.

The turbulent tide in his chest when his body was split open still makes him remember it fresh

But... it seems that something is wrong

In a trance, it seemed like a missing link, and it was still a very important link

What is it?

Several pieces of information, pi, periodic table of elements, quickly flashed through his brain, which seemed to be trampled by tens of thousands of wild horses. What is it?

What is it?

Why can't he remember it?

He was frustrated by this and felt uneasy in a vague way

The lost link should be very important

It is so important that he needs to defend with his life and forget with his life

But... maybe it's just an illusion, like that line of lost sonnets

He searched and salvaged in the sea filled with fragments of memories in despair, but found nothing

The dead soul is still sleeping and refuses to wake up