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"Young Master, please go to sleep early. I'll come over tomorrow morning," Isri said, bowing slightly.
As he closed the Sesil door, his pale amber eyes, hidden in the darkness, became even more terrifying, and desire surged within them like a raging sea.
At least for now, we must not defile his God.
Islam reminded himself of this.
After a long while, he finally let out a breath, patted his chest, and slowly walked back to his room.
Once he sat on the bed, Isri dared to breathe heavily. He could feel that the wound on his chest had reopened, and a warm current was gushing out.
"Those bastards!" A flash of hatred crossed Isri's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. In the end, it was best that the young master was alright.
Islam gently took off his coat, revealing a shirt underneath that was almost completely soaked in blood.
While treating his wounds, Islam recalled the disgusting things written on that white letter.
"Be my servant, and I will grant you endless wealth in the West Asia continent. Otherwise, your young master will be hunted down by me day and night. Don't think I can't; I believe you are well aware of my methods. —Ling Ge"
"Disgusting thing!" Isri ripped the gauze off the wound, finally letting out a cry of pain.
Bright red blood dripped continuously from his heaving chest, and it took several wraps of gauze to stop the still-bleeding wound.
It was the dead of winter, and Isri lay naked on the bed, his forehead still covered in fine beads of sweat. The stinging pain from his wounds kept him awake all night.
Only the image of Cecil in his mind could relieve him even a little bit, but his young master was too disobedient, and he always had to rack his brains to discipline him.
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Having remained sober all night, it was just dawn when Isri was already dressed, showing no signs of injury. Even the blood-soaked gauze from the previous night had vanished without a trace.
Isri prepared breakfast and hot towels before pushing open Sehir's door again.
Sehir was still fast asleep, his clean, fair ankles exposed, the bright silver iron rings on them like an angel imprisoned by God, lying quietly in the prepared golden cage.
Isri curled his lips slightly and stepped forward to pull the blanket up to cover the protruding ankle.
The sudden movement instantly snapped Cecil back to his senses. The chains rattled as they were pulled, and he stared wide-eyed at the person who entered, his pupils trembling slightly.
"Young Master had a nightmare?" Isri was all too familiar with Cesil's actions.
When he was a child, Sesil would be terrified by his worst nightmares and then cry in his own arms.
It's a pity we can't see it now.
When Sehir saw Isri, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, then braced himself and asked, clutching the blanket, "What are you doing here?"
Isri laughed at Cecil's question, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Time to get up, young master."
Sehir shifted his body, and upon feeling the chains on his feet, he glared at Isri as if in a huff.
"Do you think I need to get up now?" she said, pulling back the covers to reveal the iron rings on her feet.
Isri remained expressionless, his voice flat, and Sehir's words did not stir up any ripples on the calm lake.
"Young master can move around; it won't affect your movements."
Sehir finally gave in to Isri, got up, crawled to the bedside, and applied a hot towel to his face.
Only then did Isri realize that he had indeed used too much force last night, as Cesil's cheeks had been pinched so hard that faint purple marks were visible.
Once again, Isri felt only a fleeting pity, but what he suppressed most was the surging lust.
Those slender, delicate ankles were bound by huge chains, and she herself was imprisoned.
“Young Master, you look beautiful today.” Isri made no attempt to hide the desire in his eyes, staring directly into Cesil’s eyes.
Chapter Thirty-Six (Part 1)
Chapter Thirty-Six (Part 1)
When Sehir met Isri's gaze, Isri's undisguised emotions were laid bare before him.
"When was it ready?" Sehir turned away from Isri, his voice calm.
For now, it's best to go along with Islam.
Islam was taken aback by the question, but then realized what was going on and answered without any attempt to hide it: "A long time ago."
Sehir picked up the cup, took a sip of water, spat it into the basin, and then met Isri's gaze again.
"Isri, you're a madman!"
Isri brushed the hair behind his ear, poured Cesil another cup of black tea, took a step back, and bowed.
"Thank you for the compliment, young master."
Sesil tightened his grip on the cup, took a sip of black tea, and asked, "What are the plans for today?"
“No,” Islam said, bowing.
What about tomorrow?
Islam paused for a moment, then replied, "No."
“Then…” Before Ceshir could finish speaking, he saw Isri raise his body, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and his voice faded.
"Young Master, do you really want others to see you like this?"
Realizing what Isri was saying, Sehir frowned slightly: "When do you plan to remove this thing?"
“After the young master is completely obedient.” Isri spoke without ambiguity, his tone more like a command.
Sehir had no idea what Isri was thinking; all he knew was that Isri wanted to keep him by his side, no matter what method he used.
Sehir looked at Isri for a long time before finally speaking: "You can leave now."
Isri's lips curled up again, as if the gloomy face from just now wasn't his own: "I understand, young master. I'll come again at noon."
Islam bowed and pushed the food cart out.
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In less than a second, Cecil jumped off the bed. The chain wasn't very long, but it was just enough for him to move around in the room.
Obey? Dream on!
Sehir clenched his fists, as if he were starting to sulk with Isri; he was determined to do what Isri wouldn't allow.
Sehir is now like an animal chained in a cage, but unlike other animals, he is a domesticated animal, a creature held in high esteem.
Proud animals will never submit to others; the outside world is their paradise.
Even if the body is imprisoned, the soul will not yield.
Sehir crouched at the foot of the bed, the chain threaded through the fastener and bound together with an iron ring.
Immediately, Sehir perked up and tried to separate the chain and the ring. At first, there was little movement, but the chain remained completely still.
As Cecil breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to loosen the chains a bit, a sudden knock on the door froze him in place.
Suddenly, like a duck caught on fire, Cecil stood up and ran to the bed, but the chain was too long, and before he knew it, his left foot got caught in it.
The next second, he fell to the ground. Without any support, his knees hit the ground directly, and blood was immediately drawn from the scrape.
It's too late!
Sahir's mind was on high alert. He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain in his knees as he scrambled onto the bed, wrapping himself tightly in the blankets, his blood pressure soaring to his head.
The door was pushed open.
Sehir's nerves were on edge. He stopped a few seconds after Isri walked in and his gaze fell on the person on the bed.
Islam frowned slightly, and before Ceshir could speak, he turned and walked out of the door again.
Just as Sehir was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Isri walking over carrying a small box.
He was very familiar with this box; he had taken it out the last time he treated the wound on his wrist.
They've been discovered! Sehir stared wide-eyed at Isri.
I was already moving very fast, so how did Isri find out?
Before Ceshir could figure it out, Isri had already walked over, his eyes no longer gentle.
Sehir was startled by Isri's gaze and instinctively tried to back away.
Isri let Cesil do as he pleased, reached out and pulled the blanket off, grabbed the chain, and with a sudden pull, yanked the man over.
Because of the force, the clothes that were originally covering her knees were also rubbed up, revealing a pair of slender, white legs to Isri.
Feeling a cool sensation in his lower body, Cecil instinctively tried to pull his clothes down to cover his legs.
But Isri reacted quickly, grabbing Sehir's wrist and lifting it above his head, pinning him firmly to the bed.
"Young Master, you can't hold back after only a few minutes?" Isri's voice descended from above, his pale eyes filled with irritation.
“I didn’t!” Sehir opened his mouth to deny it.
Isri's breathing became heavier as he pulled the chain from under him and wrapped it around Cesil's wrists, one loop after another.
“I didn’t want to do this,” Isri said. “But you’re too much of a handful, young master, which makes things difficult for me.”
Islam removed himself from Sehir, and despite Sehir's struggles, the chains on his wrists remained firmly in place.
Because of the chains on her wrists and the shackles on her feet, Cecil now looked incredibly alluring.
Isri slowly opened the box, took out a dark brown bottle, and then his gaze fell on Cecil.
In those deep blue eyes, terror and fear were impossible to conceal; it was a physiological, uncontrollable fear.
Isri grabbed Cesil's ankle and pulled him to his side, the bloodstains on his knees smeared everywhere.
Isri opened the dark brown bottle cap with one hand, and the strong smell of medicinal liquor instantly filled the noses of the two of them. Cecil remembered this medicine; it was the same as the last one.
The same pain!
Out of fear of pain, Sehir's body trembled uncontrollably, but this only resulted in Isri gripping him even tighter.
As Isri scrutinized Ceshir's expression, his anger burned even more fiercely.
To satisfy his long-suppressed lust, Isri patiently took off his gloves and gently stroked Cesil's calves with his fingers.
The last time this happened was when Sesil was a child. Isri rubbed his calves, and in no time the tender flesh on his calves was turned bright red from being rubbed.