Instantly, Sehir's gaze fell on the bed behind him, a place he considered very secluded. How did Isri find it?
Sehir stiffened, glanced back at Isri, then looked back at the tightly closed curtains, while Isri resumed his work.
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I don't know how much time passed intermittently, but the temperature around me seemed to have warmed up a bit.
Cecil, who had been kept in a dimly lit place, seemed to have a slightly blurrier eye than before, and his skin was almost transparently white, with the blue veins under his skin clearly visible.
Those golden hairs, seemingly crafted by God, shone even brighter against her fair skin, and her deep blue eyes, a shade lighter than usual, resembled translucent sapphires.
Iron chains were wrapped around her slender, straight legs. The broken-winged angel was imprisoned by a demon in a cage. The demon's desires grew more and more frenzied each day, and the undisguised gaze in his eyes always made the person in the cage feel a little scared.
"Good morning, young master."
The demon entered the room again. Sehir turned his head to the side, his expression indistinct, until Isri opened the cage and went in, at which point Sehir opened his mouth.
"Isri, I want to get out... I beg you..."
Isri raised his head, reached out and touched Sehir's face, his thumb gently stroking the skin under his eyes. His movements were gentle, but his words sent a chill down Sehir's spine.
"I refuse, young master, it's too dirty outside."
As soon as he finished speaking, Isri moved his hand down, pinched Cesil's chin, and forced him to lift his head.
"Young Master, so much time has passed, and you're still saying these things. Haven't I been too lenient with you?"
As he spoke, Isri narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and began to breathe erratically, slowly moving toward her slightly pink lips. Seeing that something was wrong, Ceshir quickly opened his eyes wide, reached out and pushed Isri away, not daring to meet Isri's gaze.
"I understand, I won't go out, you go ahead and do your work."
Seeing the resistance from Sehir, Isri frowned slightly, stood up, glanced at the person sitting on the ground, and turned to leave.
As he watched the door close, Cecil let out a heavy sigh of relief. Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass, followed by a gust of wind that blew the curtains open.
The sunlight outside, mixed with a bit of dust, squeezed in through the broken little hole.
For a moment, Cecil was stunned. It all happened so suddenly that he didn't come to his senses until the light stung his eyes.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
A few chirping sounds came from the room. Cecil looked over and saw that it was a squirrel.
The squirrel noticed someone was watching him, and after exchanging a few glances, it stumbled and pounced on Cecil's hand.
Before this had even happened for a second, the door behind me was pushed open, and the wind blew the curtains open again.
The smile on Cecil's face froze instantly, while the squirrel in his arms continued to rub against his fur.
Visibly, a hint of disgust flashed in Isri's eyes. Ceshir was completely frozen, and it wasn't until Isri grabbed the squirrel from his arms that Ceshir reacted, grabbing Isri's trouser leg, his voice trembling.
"Don't...don't hurt him..."
Sehir had already subconsciously assumed that Islam would kill the squirrel.
Isri looked down at Ceshir, his body blocking the light from the window.
Then, Isri squatted down and mercilessly pinched Cesil's face, his voice icy: "Not going to hurt it? How about you two switch places, and I'll hurt the young master?"
Sehir's eyes trembled violently. Ishri didn't listen to what Sehir wanted to say and turned to release the squirrel from the hole.
Turning around, its amber-gold eyes, like those of a cobra, were fixed intently on its prey in the cage.
Chapter 89
The only sound in the quiet room was their breathing. Cecil, his throat tight, involuntarily took a half step back.
Ishri didn't care about Sehir's current behavior. He strode into the cage, squatted down, grabbed the chain, and dragged Sehir to his side. He then took out a key from his waist and unlocked the chain.
Cecil's eyes were filled with terror, and his mouth was half-open, unable to utter a word.
Isri put the key back on his waist, glanced at Sehir, grabbed Sehir's arm and lifted him off the ground.
Sehir stumbled and fell directly into Isri's chest. Isri didn't stop and carried Sehir towards the bathroom.
Seeing Isri's movements, Ceshir knew what Isri was planning to do, but after all, he still had an injury on his leg and was walking with a limp.
Not keeping up with Isri's pace, Sehir tripped over his own foot and fell straight forward.
Sehir closed his eyes tightly, but the pain he had imagined did not come. Instead, he felt a tightness around his waist. When he opened his eyes, he found himself being carried on Isri's shoulder.
Islam was already thin, and the bones in his shoulders kept rubbing against his lower abdomen, causing him a sharp pain.
Inevitably, the person on the shoulder grimaced, but dared not resist, and could only hold tightly to Isri's clothes on the back for fear of falling off.
In the same spot, the huge mirror in front of him remained unchanged, or even clearer. Sehir tilted his head, not looking at the mirror, but at Isri who was preparing things.
Today, Islam moved very quickly, taking half the time of usual. To accommodate Islam's wishes, Sehirley raised his hand a second later and slowly took off his bathrobe.
Isri placed the items next to Sehir, and before Sehir could react, Isri snatched the clothes from Sehir's hands.
"Young master, don't hang the clothes so close together, they'll get wet." With that, he hung the clothes on a clothes rack some distance away.
Immediately, Cesil's face flushed red at a visible speed. Isri's eyes remained expressionless as he scooped a basin of water from the bathtub and poured it directly onto Cesil's arm.
"Ah! Ugh..."
Sehir instantly pulled his hand back behind his back, stared wide-eyed at Isri, his eyes glistening with tears from the stimulation.
"What are you doing!" Sehir clenched his fists, his voice trembling with agitation.
But Isri showed no mercy, reaching out to forcefully pull Cesil's hand out from behind his back and grabbing it tightly.
Her already delicate skin turned crimson the moment the hot water was poured over it, and with Cecil still trembling slightly, she seemed to be inviting others to bully her.
"Didn't I already tell you, young master?"
Isri scooped up another basin of water and poured it onto his arm. Sehir frowned, the tears in his eyes becoming even more pronounced. He tried to pull back, but he was powerless against Isri's strength.
“The things outside are too dirty, young master.” Isri paused. “I will clean them for you.”
Sehir's eyes were now as red as pomegranates, and his dark blue eyes were looking at Isri as if he were begging the demon to spare him.
But the breath that kept changing between his lips, and the golden strands of hair that trembled in the air, were subtly stirring up the desire in Isri's heart.
“Isri…that’s enough…” Sehir’s voice trembled, amplifying infinitely in the empty bathroom.
Isri paused for a moment, and this time he actually obeyed Ceshir's words. Ceshir, relieved, immediately went limp, the red marks on his wrists glaringly obvious.
Islam's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the red mark, feeling a dry, sore throat.
Just when Cecil thought it was over, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the next second his back was pressed against Isri's body.
The bright silver ornament touched her skin, and instantly, Cesil, feeling icy cold, arched her back slightly forward. Isri raised his hand and lifted Cesil's chin, his voice seemingly suppressing something.
"Young master, please look up at yourself."
Sehir frowned, but after a long while he obeyed Isri's words and opened his eyes. Looking at the person in the mirror, Sehir was momentarily stunned.
Isri chuckled softly and opened his mouth: "Tempting, young master?"
Sehir bit his lip, trying to turn his head away, but finding he couldn't, he could only close his eyes again.
"Young Master, open your eyes." Isri tightened his grip on his chin slightly.
Sehir didn't move, so Isri sighed and moved his other hand to his neck, slowly reaching down.
"Young master, do you now realize how alluring you look?"
Isri’s voice was lower, and the breath he exhaled was hot, spraying onto Ceshir’s neck, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly again.
Isri's fingertips were icy cold as they slid inch by inch across his skin, lingering for a few seconds on his delicate collarbone before slowly lifting his fingers and sliding them down.
"Young Master, do you know how long I've endured this?"
Sehir trembled even more violently, and Isri's fingertips had already reached his waist. In the end, Sehir couldn't help but open his eyes.
The reflection in the mirror is like the freshest, juiciest fruit on a tree, destined to be devoured by someone else.
“I…I opened my eyes.” Cecil swallowed hard and met the gaze of the person behind him.
Isri stopped his downward hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. He then circled Cesil's neck with his index finger, his voice alluring and deep.
"Young master, you're so good."
Sometimes, he really wanted to swallow this stubborn little bird whole.
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The water washing over him was still very hot, and Cecil could only endure the scalding sound, but all of this could not hide the red marks under his eyes.
When the whole process was over, Sehir cried as if he were dehydrated. When Isri wrapped a towel around Sehir, Sehir's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
"asshole……"
Sehir's voice was very soft, but Isri caught the words. He gently pulled Sehir into his arms, a smile in his eyes.
Although he had grown taller, he seemed to have lost some weight. After Isri put Sehir back on the blanket, dressed him, and locked the chains, his gaze fell on Sehir.
Then, Isri raised his hand and tucked Ceshir's hair behind his ear, pinched his cheek, and lifted Ceshir's head to look at him.
A flicker of fear crossed Sessil's eyes: "What are you doing!"
Chapter 90
Sehir tried to back away, but was stopped by Isri. Isri gently stroked the corner of the person in front of him with his fingertips. Sehir trembled almost imperceptibly, closed his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Isri knelt slightly, leaning forward, and gently placed his cool, thin lips on Cesil's eyes. When he moved away, a trace of moisture remained on his lips.
"Young Master, I'll go prepare lunch. You can rest for now."
After Isri left, Ceshir opened his eyes again, his heart gushing out blood like a broken fountain.
The cold touch of Isri's lips still lingered on her face, chilling her to the bone. The window, damaged by the squirrel, had not yet been repaired. A gentle breeze blew in, lifting the curtains, and slivers of light fell on the person in the cage.
Cecil raised his hand, and light shone through his fingers onto his face. Less than a second later, the curtains fell again.
His fingertips twitched slightly, and Cecil's eyes flickered. He moved his body to the very edge of the cage, when suddenly a gust of wind blew the curtains up again.
This time, all the sunlight shone on Cecil's face, and Cecil could see a little more clearly. There were already a few leaves on the trees outside.
Just as I was about to take a few more glances, the curtains seemed to be defying the people in the cage, and fell down again.
Sehir frowned slightly, reached his hand out of the cage, and his eyes were fixed on the curtains in front of him.