“Young master, as you know, gambling is a nerve-wracking thing,” Isri continued, his smile widening.
Sehir chuckled and walked up to Isri, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Nervous? I don't see any sign of you being nervous."
Before Cecil could turn around, a sudden sound of shattering glass rang out from behind him, and a strong aroma of red wine instantly filled the air.
"I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to, I..."
A boy, his voice trembling, got up from the ground and timidly looked up at Isri, his body shaking more violently than the dice in the casino.
When Sehir turned around, he saw that Isri's clothes were almost completely covered in red wine, the color of which was extremely glaring.
The boy remained standing there, and before Sehir and Isri could say anything, tears streamed down his face like beads from a broken string.
Islam paused, took off his coat and draped it over his hand. Although some stains were also present on his white shirt underneath, they were not noticeable.
"It doesn't matter……"
Before Islam could finish speaking, the girl from before came stumbling and running up from behind.
Upon seeing the red wine stain on her clothes, she immediately bent down and bowed her head, calling out as if she were an older sister.
Chapter Forty-Seven
"I'm sorry, he's still too young to understand. I'll take you to wash up." As she spoke, the girl looked up and met Isri's gaze.
Passersby stopped to watch the scene. The girl and boy had changed their clothes, and the necklaces around their necks were now completely covered.
At this moment, the boy standing next to her started sobbing, as if he wanted to cry out all the tears he had ever shed in his life, while the girl stared wide-eyed at Isri.
She wanted to reach out and grab him, but ultimately, restrained by propriety, she didn't dare to go forward.
"I'm sorry! I'll take you to wash!" The girl gritted her teeth and bowed again.
The sound grew louder, more than double, and the boy, hiding behind the girl, cried even more intensely.
Sehir was really having a headache, so he pulled Isri aside and said in a calm voice, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you outside."
Isri glanced at Ceshir and finally nodded.
As Islam followed them inside, the people who had been surrounding them gradually dispersed.
After a few minutes, feeling bored, Sehir started fiddling with the withered petals in the flowerpot by the doorway.
The deep red petals lay quietly on the soil, waiting for time to slowly corrode and metabolize them.
As time went by, Sehir's gaze fell on the tightly closed door. Isri was inside, and he was all alone outside.
If he runs now...
But the thought only lasted a few seconds. He hadn't prepared anything, and running out would only lead to his death.
Just as Sehir was regretting not having prepared something in advance, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Excuse me, how do I get to the casino?"
Sehir turned to look at the man, who was dressed in an elegant and noble black suit, with a gentle smile on his face and his dark brown hair neatly combed behind his ears.
“Over there,” Sehir pointed back.
The man still had a smile on his face, as if he could charm anyone with a single glance: "Thank you."
The man thanked him and then asked, "Are you alone?"
Cecil met the man's gaze and was about to speak when suddenly a dark figure appeared behind him. Before he could react, a white cloth was draped over his head.
Sehir stared wide-eyed at the man in front of him; his once kind smile now seemed to have vanished into an icebox.
When he raised his hand to try to pry the hands off the person behind him, he found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.
His vision was getting increasingly blurry. Although Cecil tried his best to hold his breath and reduce his intake of air, the person behind him seemed to know this, and the white cloth was never taken off his face from beginning to end.
In the end, Sehir succumbed to the effects of the drug and passed out.
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When I woke up again, the surrounding lights were so dim that I couldn't see where I was. I could only feel that I had been thrown onto the bed.
Before he was fully conscious, Sehir slowly moved his body, when suddenly, a piercing sound of chains reached his ears.
Only then did Cecil realize that his hands and feet were tightly bound by iron rings, and long chains were connected to the four corners of the bed.
Cesil frowned involuntarily; the people who captured him were truly comparable to Isri in terms of who was more monstrous.
The other person in the room seemed to have heard the sounds from the bed and said in a low voice, "So, how's this gift? Do you like it?"
The voice belonged to Cole. Cecil opened his eyes wide and searched for the direction of the sound.
The footsteps drew closer, and just as they were about to reach my ears, a "snap" sounded, and my vision finally lit up.
The warm yellow light shone down from above, suddenly stimulating Dao's eyes and causing them to glisten with tears.
Cecil turned his head and frowned. Cole, who was standing by the bed, was also surprised and exclaimed, "Tsk, I didn't expect even our Duke's toys to be so delicate."
Cole looked at Cecil's bound wrists, and after just a couple of tugs, the skin behind the iron rings began to turn slightly red.
It's hard not to imagine how delicious the person who's about to be beneath you will be.
A hint of amusement flashed in Cole's eyes as he looked at Cecil with interest.
It seems that this person is different from others; he is more stubborn and less willing to give in.
Cole raised the corners of his lips, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked Cecil's cheek with one hand. Cecil's eyes widened in shock, and she immediately dodged Cole's hand, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.
Sure enough, Cole's smile became even more pronounced.
"I'll give you one minute to think it over. Abandon your current master and come to me. Otherwise, you might suffer a little bit."
Sehir's deep blue eyes flashed with hatred, and he glared at Cole like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Cole laughed instead of getting angry: "You have 56 seconds left, think it over carefully."
After saying that, he got up, walked to the cabinet in the distance, and opened it in front of Cecil as if on purpose.
Immediately, Cecil, who was facing the cabinet, was shocked by what he saw inside, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Cole slowly reached out and felt around inside, carefully selecting the items he was about to use.
"You have 20 seconds left," Cole's voice came again.
Even though his back was to the bed, Cole could imagine the expression on the person's face, because the sound of chains being pulled had completely betrayed him.
Finally, Cole's gaze fell on a thin leather whip. After nodding slightly in satisfaction, he took the item out and turned to look at Cecil.
"You have 5 seconds left. Have you made up your mind?"
Sehir stared intently at what Cole was holding, his body huddled up, and he took a few steps back.
But if you look closely, you can see that there is no sign of compromise in Cecil's eyes.
"It's time. What's your answer?" Cole sat on the edge of the bed, holding his things.
Cecil remained silent, and Cole's brow twitched slightly. Cecil had been the one speaking from the beginning until now, and Cole felt insulted.
Suddenly, Cole grabbed the chain and pulled Cecil towards him, bending down to grip Cecil's neck tightly with his fingertips.
"Can't you speak?" Cole's voice was cold, his eyes narrowing.
The air was blocked from his nostrils for a moment, and Cecil's face turned red. He tried to pull Cole away with his hands, but because the chains were too short, his hands were trapped in mid-air and could not come up.
"Still can't speak?" Cole tightened his grip again.
Sesil felt his brain was about to explode with blood. With his eyes half-closed, he finally opened his pale lips.
"Get out!" Cecil uttered a single word in a low voice.
Cole paused for a second, then burst into laughter, his grip tightening without any restraint.
Chapter Forty-Eight
A slave who has been manipulated dares to repeatedly cross his bottom line.
Cole tightened his grip, wanting to strangle the person beneath him to death. Cole's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth. Cecil's face turned pale, and his strength gradually disappeared.
"Let me go!" Cecil said, his mouth agape.
Suddenly, Cole seemed to realize something, and finally pulled himself back to his senses. Looking at the person lying on the bed coughing incessantly, the warmth in his eyes finally returned.
"Sorry, I didn't know how much force I used," Cole said softly, clapping his hands.
Cecil's eyes welled up with tears, and the hatred he felt for Cole in them became even more pronounced.
Cole got out of bed, placed the slender leather whip in his palm, and said with a playful tone, "It's still early, let's play slowly. Do you think your master will come looking for you?"
As he spoke, he pulled Sesil to his side by tugging on the chain. The iron rings rubbed against her slender ankles, and soon several patches of skin were scraped off, causing Sesil to gasp in pain.
Facing such a person, Cole's desire intensified, and he longed to pounce on her. But now, he was more interested in satisfying his perverted urges.
Sehir, who was being held captive, had no way to escape. The constant friction of the chains made him afraid to make any rash moves.
Cole looked at Cecil, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He raised the leather whip in his hand and, in the next second, lashed it down hard on Cecil's body.
The slender leather whip, like thorns blooming in a rose garden, stung the skin when it struck; even through clothing, the stinging sensation was palpable.
Before Cecil could recover from the pain, the second blow struck him squarely in the same spot where the first one had hit.
"Ugh!" Cecil couldn't help but cry out in pain, and his body involuntarily twitched slightly.
One after another, Cole's hand fell faster and faster, each time seemingly by coincidence landing in the same spot as before.
Having just suffered a severe injury, Cecil's skin was damaged once again. She didn't even have time to dodge and could only instinctively curl up her body.
A few seconds later, Cole abruptly stopped what he was doing, brushed his hair back from his forehead, and looked down at the person curled up on the bed.
The trembling body, the reddened eyes, and the trembling hands that tried to cover their faces but were held in mid-air by the chains—all of these things struck Cole's mind like a blow.
Cole exhaled and actually pulled the person off the bed. In the unclothed area, red marks could be faintly seen.
He had never seen anything so addictive. After letting out a heavy sigh, Cole threw the thing in his hand directly onto the bed.
He was already impatient.
With red eyes, Cole reached out to tear open Cecil's collar, and Cecil, who was grabbed, struggled against Cole with all his might.
After struggling several times, Cole finally couldn't bear it any longer. He threw Sessil onto the bed, pulled out a revolver from his waist, and mercilessly fired a shot next to Sessil's ear.