Glug glug... Ugh...
I turned the bottle upside down and stuck it in my mouth. The water inside immediately poured into my mouth. It poured in so forcefully that I didn't have time to drink it, but a lot of it also poured into my nose and lungs, making me cough repeatedly.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I could only strain my throat and desperately gulp down water. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I tilted my head to the side and a mouthful of water sprayed out from my nose and mouth at the same time.
I coughed and gasped for breath, as if I had just escaped a disaster, my eyes brimming with tears. I didn't even care that the water had spilled on the bed and on me. But my face looked even worse, and my mouth tasted bitter, astringent, and salty…
As soon as the half-bottle of water was poured into his stomach, his stomach suddenly began to churn violently!
I felt so nauseous I almost vomited...
It turns out that the bottle didn't contain any fresh water at all... the water was salty, bitter, and astringent... who knows how much salt the princess added to it!
I gulped down half a bottle of such concentrated, almost undissolved saline solution, and it made me feel extremely uncomfortable! My mouth, from my esophagus all the way down to my stomach, felt like it was about to spasm!
I finally couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, I turned my head to the side and let out a "whoosh!" as a stream of liquid sprayed directly from my mouth!
It was like when a hospital gives a person with food poisoning a saline solution to pump their stomach, but the half-bottle of saline solution I drank, about half a liter, was much saltier and more concentrated than the saline solution used for stomach pumping in hospitals! My stomach started churning, and it felt like a raging storm!
I practically threw myself up on the edge of the bed, vomiting uncontrollably. Everything I ate that night turned into filth in my stomach, mixed with the saline solution I had just been given, and all of it came out with a gush of it. I vomited repeatedly, feeling like my whole body was about to collapse! In the end, even my face was covered in snot and tears.
The air was filled with a foul, filthy smell that irritated my nose, making me feel even more nauseous, and I vomited even more vigorously.
Starting from my stomach and spreading throughout my body, I experienced waves of shivering and spasms. I don't know how many times my body trembled, but gradually, as I calmed down, I was suddenly surprised to find that although my body was still very weak and my arms were sore and powerless, I could now control my limbs!
Although it feels a bit like recovering from a serious illness, normal movement is no longer a problem.
I was overjoyed. I took a few more breaths and gradually regained some strength, then I managed to sit up from the bed.
Just then, the princess on the ground gently rolled over, groaned, and slowly sat up. Her face contorted in pain, she raised her hand to her forehead, mumbling incoherently, "You...you actually dared to use such underhanded tactics on me..."
She lifted her eyelids and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed. She was taken aback for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes...
I immediately stood up from the bed, ran to her side in two quick steps, grabbed her hair, and without saying a word, slapped her hard across the face!
Snap!
The princess was slapped, and several red finger marks immediately appeared on her cheek, and half of her face quickly swelled up. She screamed as if to fight back, but even though I had only recovered a third of my strength, she was no match for me.
With one hand, I easily grabbed both of her wrists together and lifted them high above my head. With my other hand, I slapped her twice across the face without any mercy.
The princess cried out in pain as I struck her, but my heart was as hard as steel, and I remained unmoved. Seeing her delicate face swollen and red from the beating, I felt no pity whatsoever. Pointing my finger at her nose, I cursed, "You vile woman, how dare you use such despicable means to ambush me!"
The princess's cheek was swollen, but she looked up at me, the initial shock and anger gone, replaced by a seductive smile in her eyes. She chuckled softly in a delicate voice, "Darling, how did you get up..." Her gaze fell on the vomit I had left on the floor by the bedside, and she frowned. "Ugh, what a awful smell..."
"Hmph!" I shoved her hard, sending her sprawling to the floor, then turned and rummaged through the bag on the bed for a while, pulling out a pair of handcuffs...
Damn, this woman really does have a thing for BDSM; she seems to have a full set of tools.
I handcuffed her directly to the foot of the bed, which was a one-piece metal frame. There was no way she, a woman, could break free.
I found the handcuff key, weighed it in my hand, and casually tossed it far away.
These movements aggravated my wounds, causing me to wince in pain. I was covered in blood, water, and grime. I grabbed her hair and lifted her up, snarling, "You bitch! You stay put, I'll get you later!"
After saying that, I went into the bathroom in the room, turned on the hot water, took off my clothes, and stood under the water to rinse myself.
My body was covered in all sorts of filth, and that damned wound medicine was sticky and made me extremely uncomfortable. Plus, it had so much salt in it. I had to wash it all off right away. Just standing under the water to rinse it off made my wounds hurt even more, causing me to groan repeatedly. My cheek muscles trembled uncontrollably, and I had to grit my teeth to bear it.
After showering and being rinsed by the water, I felt more awake and my strength gradually returned. I drank a lot of water to clean my nose and mouth, then wrapped a blanket around myself and walked out of the bathroom.
To my surprise, when I came out, the princess was lying on the bed in handcuffs, deliberately striking a seductive pose. She was lying on her side, her hands cuffed and raised above her head, one leg flat on the ground and the other propped up, a charming smile on her face, her hair disheveled in front of her, her full breasts faintly visible through it. Seeing me come out of the bathroom, she lightly licked her lips: "Come on, darling, didn't you want to punish me? Come on!"
"Hmph, you bitch!" I looked at her coldly. "I see you're truly despicable to the core! Do you enjoy being bullied?!"
After I finished speaking, I ignored her and went straight to the closet next to me to rummage through it.
There were clean clothes in the closet, so I found a clean white shirt, tore it to shreds, and then used the strips of cloth to wrap my wounds. As I wrapped them, I gasped in pain, but every movement I made inevitably aggravated the wounds. The more I hurt, the happier the princess laughed.
After I finished bandaging her wound, I saw her smug smile. I was furious. I walked over, grabbed her hand, lifted her up, and slapped her hard across the face!
The princess took a slap from me, but laughed even more heartily. She murmured to herself, "Hit! Keep hitting... harder... baby, harder... faster..." Her voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of alluring charm. Even in her anger, it made my heart flutter.
The princess, however, pressed her advantage. Seeing that I had paused, she leaned closer to me, her soft, smooth, naked body pressed against mine, instantly arousing a sense of desire within me. But this was only for a moment; I quickly regained my senses and, with a look of disgust, forcefully pushed her away.
I glared at her and gritted my teeth, saying, "Let me tell you, I've never liked hitting women in my life! But today, I'm breaking that rule with you!!"
After saying that, filled with anger, I picked up the leather whip on the ground, shook it in my hand, and lashed it out!
To my surprise, the princess, instead of dodging, suddenly lunged at the whip, a look of enjoyment on her face. I figured she was a woman, and although I'd suffered quite a bit at her hands, I'd never had the habit of hitting a woman. But in the end, my heart softened, and just as the whip was about to strike her face, I unconsciously flicked my wrist, causing my aim to miss slightly…
*Smack!*
With a crisp sound, a deep whip mark appeared on the princess's left breast, extending from a third of her breast down to her shoulder... Her originally bare, smooth skin, radiating an ivory luster like a finely crafted piece of porcelain, was suddenly marred by this whip mark, making it all the more shocking to the eye!
The princess cried out in pain, but her eyes grew even brighter. Her expression was a mixture of pain and excitement. She twisted her body slightly and murmured to herself, "Continue... baby... continue! Hit me harder... hit me harder..."
"Hmph!" My face turned ashen, and I raised my hand and lashed out with the whip again. This time, the whip lashed her back, leaving a welt that stretched from her waist down to her plump, round buttocks. The bloodstains on her snow-white skin looked like blooming peach blossoms!
"Mmm—" She didn't make that sound this time, but she let out a soft, seductive moan through her nose. Her eyes seemed to be brimming with tears, and she stared at me with undisguised longing.
Suddenly, my mind went blank, and a strange, violent pleasure welled up inside me. Looking at the woman in front of me, her naked body, her alluring figure, and the desire on her face... coupled with the anger in my heart! I suddenly shouted, my wrists trembling, and the whip in my hand lashed out at her body like a venomous snake!
The room was filled with the cracking sounds of a leather whip against flesh, accompanied by the princess's moans and gasps. My heart was pounding, my blood was boiling, and I felt an indescribable lust for the woman before me. I wished I could beat her to death with the whip in my hand...
I don't know how much time had passed, but the princess had endured countless lashes. Her once near-perfect body, her smooth skin now covered in welts, was now curled up naked, facing me sideways, her round buttocks raised towards me as she panted on the bed. Despite the pain contorting her face, her eyes held no trace of agony, only a satisfied, alluring gaze. Her body trembled slightly, her legs curled, but her insteps subtly straightened. Her body convulsed in spasms, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction, her breathing rapid, her eyes burning with a fiery intensity as she stared intently at me.
I was exhausted, and after hitting her for so long, I was sweating all over. I threw down the whip weakly, glared at her, and panted heavily, unable to help but curse, "You bitch, I think you really are a slut! Does it feel good to be beaten?"
The princess, however, adopted a pitiful expression, lying on the bed and trying to move closer to me. Her body was like a cat's, crouching low, inching forward with her knees and hands. Although her wrists were handcuffed, preventing her from getting too close, she stared at me with longing eyes. Her voice was hoarse, carrying a strange quality, as she softly said, "No…no one else can hit me. Only when you hit me does it feel good…"
"Hmph!" I had nothing more to say to this woman; I'd vented my anger after beating her for a while. After all, she was a princess, Thorin's daughter. I couldn't very well really kill her, could I?
"I don't have time to waste on your nonsense! You can enjoy yourself by yourself!" After saying that, I quickly put on my pants, then found a clean shirt in the closet and put it on, ready to turn around and leave.
As I was about to leave, the princess suddenly cried out, "No! Don't go!"
I turned my head and looked at her coldly: "Not leaving? Haven't you been beaten enough? But I've had enough. If you want to be beaten again, go find someone else!"
"No...no!!" The princess cried out anxiously, her voice trembling with pleading, "Don't go! I don't want anyone to hit me...I just want you..." She frantically tugged at her wrists, the handcuffs clanking loudly, her voice choked with sobs, "Don't go! Don't leave me, please? I beg you, don't leave me...don't go...stay, I'll let you hit me, okay? As long as you don't leave, I'll do whatever you want...please don't leave me..."
As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her head, covered her face, and began to sob. Her face was a mess of snot and tears, and combined with her swollen cheek from my beating, she truly looked pitiful. I couldn't help but stop and stare at her quietly: "Not leaving? I almost lost my life to you tonight! What more do you want? What other tricks are you trying to pull!"
"No... I... I don't want anything anymore... I won't do anything. I'll listen to you, I'll listen to everything you say!" The princess cried even harder, "I just beg you, please don't leave me!"
"Listen to me?" I sneered instead, "As long as you don't bother me or provoke me again, that's fine!"
The princess cried even more bitterly, almost sobbing uncontrollably. Her body trembled, her shoulders heaving slightly, and then suddenly she couldn't catch her breath, her body went limp, and she fainted.
I frowned at her, and seeing that she was lying motionless on the bed, I couldn't help but yell, "Hey! What are you doing now! Let me tell you, it's no use pretending anymore! Humph, are you trying to put on an act again? I'm not buying it!"
After I finished speaking, I turned and left. When I reached the door, I still heard no sound behind me. I turned around and saw the princess lying on the bed, her body motionless.
Has she really fainted?
I frowned, thought for a moment. After all, although this woman was despicable, she didn't deserve to die. I had given her a good beating, and my anger had subsided. Seeing how pitiful she was, I realized she was also a heartbroken person. And after all, she was Thorin's daughter. I thought for a moment, then turned around and went back to the bedside, pulling her up with one hand.
This time I was on guard, fearing she might pull out some kind of anesthetic to attack me again, so I remained vigilant and didn't unlock her handcuffs. But this time the princess really fainted; she even cried herself into shock! Helpless, I helped her up, patted her back hard with one hand, and pinched her philtrum at the same time.
After a while, she slowly woke up. The first thing she saw when she woke up was me. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she pleaded weakly, "You...you mustn't leave. I'll do anything for you."
I held her without saying a word, and the princess continued, "I know you hate me, you think I'm cheap, you think I'm lewd... I hate myself too... As long as you don't leave me, I'll do anything for you... Starting tomorrow, I'll be a good girl! I'll never drink again, never smoke again, and never see any man again..."
I sighed and said slowly, "Wake up! I am Chen Yang! Not the man you remember!"
"No!!" the princess suddenly cried out, pressing herself tightly against me. "You are him! You are him! I lost him, so God sent you to my side! God let me meet you!! You are a gift from God!!"
"Hey!" I sneered, "I was raised by my parents! I wasn't sent to earth by God! Wake up! If you keep going like this, I'm not going to take care of you anymore."
"Yes, yes... then I won't say anything, I won't say anything..." The princess immediately closed her eyes, looking at me with an innocent expression, looking pitiful.
I started to get irritated and lost the will to keep arguing with her. I let go of her and stood up: "I'm glad you're alright!"
I walked over, picked up the handcuff key, tossed it to her, and said coldly, "I'm going home. Remember, don't mess with me again! I'm letting you go this time only because of your father!"
I turned to leave again, but the princess called after me repeatedly. This time I ignored her. But just as I reached the door, the princess's words made me stop again!
"Chen Yang!! Do you want to know who plotted to assassinate you at your wedding?!"
I stopped in my tracks and abruptly turned around to stare at the woman!
"You know? Who is it?"
The princess shut her mouth and refused to say anything more. I was anxious and strode back, grabbing her tightly: "Who is it! You know, don't you?! Tell me!"
“I…I won’t tell!” The princess hesitated for a moment, as if she had come to her senses and calmed down. She looked up at me and said, “If I tell you now, you’ll just leave and ignore me again! I can tell you, but not now.”
I frowned at the woman: "How did you find out about this?" My expression suddenly changed, and I glared at her: "Is it related to you?! Is it?!"
This time, my eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent! The princess was intimidated by my murderous aura, her eyes flashing coldly, but she quickly shook her head: "It wasn't me, I didn't do this. But I know who it was… Chen Yang, I can tell you. But not now! Unless…"
"Unless what?"
“Tomorrow!” The princess thought for a moment, her eyes pleading. “I’m afraid that once you leave here, you’ll ignore me again like before. I can tell you, but not now. We’ll meet tomorrow… I’ll stay in Vancouver for a few more days, and I’ll tell you then when we meet tomorrow.”
My expression shifted between surprise and doubt, my gaze fixed on her intently for a long time, but the princess remained silent, gritting her teeth. I thought for a moment, then sneered, "Fine! I'll trust you one more time. I'll come see you again tomorrow… but if you're playing me, then even your father can't protect you this time!"
After saying that, I snorted and was about to leave when I heard the princess seem to chuckle coldly. She said in a low voice, "There is one more thing that you might be interested in knowing."
"what else?"
“My father,” the princess said with a complicated, cold smile, “even Allen doesn’t know about this. Just last time I spoke with him in the study, he told me something: he… probably doesn’t have much time left.”
I was startled, but then I heard the princess continue, "He has cancer, but he's kept it a strict secret. He even silenced the private doctor who examined him. I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't tell Allen..."
"Why?" I was shocked, but my face remained calm. "Haven't you been conspiring with Allen to plot against your father all along?"
The princess gazed at me wistfully: "Because of you...didn't you always hope that I would become the successor of the Hell Angels?"
Part Three: The Pinnacle, Chapter Fifteen: The Mantis and the Oriole
When I came down from the hotel, Hammer, Xiao Zhu, and others were still waiting for me downstairs.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Hammer immediately sidled up to me, looked at me, and said in a deep voice, "Fifth Brother... are you alright?"
I didn't say anything, I just waved my hand. Hammer was about to say something when Little Zhu, who was very clever, tugged at Hammer's sleeve and gave him a wink.
That's when I noticed that, apart from Hammer, Xiao Zhu and the other men were looking at me with strange expressions, especially at my clothes... which were different from the shirt I was wearing when I went up earlier.
This easily leads to certain associations: a man carrying a drunk woman back to a hotel room, and that woman is a glamorous, sexy, and open-minded beauty, while I only got off after so long, and even changed my clothes when I came down—this easily leads to some unpleasant thoughts.
I couldn't help but smile wryly at their stares: "Why are you all looking at me like that... Go get the car and come here."
I walked out looking fine, but I wasn't feeling any better. I'd suffered so much; I'd been cut several times by a dagger, none of them deep, but they were still painful. And that whip mark still stung.