Isri tightened his grip slightly, and Sehir winced in pain, trying to pry Isri's hand away. Isri then opened his mouth and said...
"Young Master, there's no need to worry about things that are dirty." Isri's lips curled up slightly, his amber eyes meeting his dark blue eyes.
"You agree, my dear young master."
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A note from the author:
Water: Isri, you're implying something!
Islam: You are so clever...
Water: Hehehe, thank you for the compliment.
Chapter 82
Sehir turned his head to the side, shook off Isri's hand, and said awkwardly, "I'm glad you don't mind."
Isri secured the gauze, took a step back, and said, "Young Master, please rest. I'll go prepare some milk for you."
After saying that, before Sehir could answer Isri, he had already turned and walked out. Sehir sat on the edge of the bed, watching the snow outside gradually getting heavier, and his heart ached involuntarily.
Where is Loman now? He dared not think about it; he was afraid to see that face that longed for him to live…
Having been stiff for too long, when Isri came, Ceshir felt a sudden soreness in his neck.
"Young Master," Isri called out.
Sehir looked up at Isri, and after a long while, he didn't know what to say. He could only take the milk from Isri and drink a few sips.
"Young master, give me the cup."
As soon as Sesil finished drinking, Isri took the cup away, leaving Sesil standing there dumbfounded, milk stains still on his lips.
A long time passed, and Isri did not return from outside. It was already noon, and Sehir felt dizzy.
The door to the room was still open, and Cecil dragged himself off the bed to close it. But as soon as he stood up, his body slumped forward uncontrollably, as if his legs had no bones.
Fortunately, Cecil reacted quickly and braced himself against the table beside him, but accidentally knocked the vase off the table and onto the ground.
Sehir tried to prop himself up, but his lower body felt numb, as if he had been amputated. Sehir frowned and stared intently at the door that was still open.
There was something wrong with the milk!
Just then, the sound of footsteps on the wooden planks outside the door reached my ears, one after another.
"Young Master, you'll catch a cold sitting on the ground like this." Isri's voice was like a low growl in my ear, and with each word, my head felt even more dizzy.
“Why…” Cecil tried to speak, but found that he could hardly speak. He could only frown and look at Isri who was about to approach him.
"Why?" Isri knelt down next to Sehir, draped the coat over Sehir's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "The young master will find out, but not now."
Islam lifted the person from the ground, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
I've lost weight.
"Young master, take a nap. When you wake up, you will see a place that is exclusively yours."
Isri’s voice was very soft, like a feather gliding lightly across the lake. Sehir tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn’t even lift them.
Sehir did not lose consciousness until Isri placed the hat over Sehir's head.
“Young Master has held on for quite a while,” Isri exhaled and gently tugged at Cesil’s hair with his finger.
"Goodnight, my poor Cecil... young master."
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Islam moved quickly, showing no intention of lingering on the East Asian mainland, and took the fastest ship back.
The little bird that hadn't returned home eventually flew into the devil's arms; the devil, who was greedy and obsessed with the bird, succeeded.
The demon, now shrouded in mist, has been all alone ever since the little bird with the golden light left. Even though the withered rose has crumbled into dust, the demon still puts the withered rose that the little bird brought him into a small box that no one knows about.
He caught the escaped bird, but the withered rose will never be restored, and the bird will be forever locked in his golden cage.
The pampered little bird, the canary locked in the cage, can only rely on others in the end. Unfortunately, the devil also kept a little bird in a cage.
Now, little bird, it's time to go home.
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The drug was still very potent. Sesil slept for two whole days before waking up, enveloped by hunger and fear. Sesil tried to open his eyes wide, but it was still pitch black all around. He tried to move his hands and feet, but all he heard was the crisp sound of chains.
After a moment's pause, Sehir realized that a black cloth was covering his eyes. He tried to reach out and remove it, but the chain was too short and he could only pull it halfway through before it stopped moving.
Cecil frantically groped around at his surroundings. He found himself on a soft down blanket. Cecil frowned slightly and swallowed.
If it were Ishri, he would definitely bring him back, but he doesn't remember having such a down blanket at home.
Where is this?
Faced with an unfamiliar environment, Sehir felt even more panicked. He was already somewhat afraid of the dark, and now that there was no sound around, Sehir's blood pressure instantly rose to its maximum.
Fortunately, before I could be scared for more than a few minutes, a faint ray of light shone in from outside, followed by a cold, clear voice.
"Awake?" Isri pushed the food cart in and looked at the person sitting in the center of the cage.
"Where is this?" Sehir recognized Isri's voice, and his panic seemed to lessen somewhat.
“At home,” Islam replied simply.
As he spoke, he reached into the lock with the key from his waist and slowly pushed the car pusher in.
Cecil heard the noise and tried to back away, but it was no use. The fragrance seemed to have intensified, and then the things in front of him became clearer.
Only then did Cecil realize that he was in a huge golden cage, with the floor covered with roses made of copper wire.
Sehir looked at Isri in horror: "What are you doing?"
Isri knelt down, one knee in front of Sehir, and gently stroked Sehir's cheek with his hand, speaking without any pretense: "Do you remember what you said? You said you wouldn't run away."
Isri’s eyes were chillingly cold. Sehir gritted his teeth, unsure how to speak, when he saw Isri take down the small bowl from the food cart.
"You can't eat anything else right now, have some hot soup first."
Looking at what Isri was holding, Sehir suddenly remembered the hot milk Isri had given him earlier, and in an instant, a look of disgust appeared in Sehir's eyes.
"I won't drink it."
Isri paused for a moment, his lips twitched slightly backward, and he put the bowl back on the food cart.
This time, instead of trying to persuade him as before, Isri grabbed Sehir's face and forced him to the ground. Because the chains separated his legs, Isri's knee was pressed against Sehir's crotch.
"Young Master is still disobedient?" Isri's voice came from above.
Sehir was startled and struggled violently with his legs, shouting, "Isri! Let me go!"
Islam narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned down a bit, and gradually increased the pressure on his hands, his voice showing no sign of compromise.
"Young master, I told you, if you don't listen to me, I'll use my methods to make you obey."
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A note from the author:
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Chapter 83
There was no hint of compromise in those amber eyes. Cecil's eyes were half-closed, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
Isri frowned, then unfolded his arms, pulled Sehir up from the ground by the chains, and then took the food off the food cart and handed it to Sehir.
"Open your mouth." Isri's voice was even colder than before.
Even though his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst his eardrums, Cecil was hesitant to make any sudden movements. His cheek was still throbbing slightly, so he had no choice but to lean forward and open his mouth.
The room was eerily quiet; even the sound of each other breathing was unusually clear.
It must have been agonizing for a high-ranking nobleman to be locked in a cage by his own servant.
Sehir took two or three bites but couldn't eat anymore. However, fearing Isri's gaze, he forced himself to drink a few more mouthfuls.
Isri was pleased with Ceshir's behavior. After quickly tidying up the food cart, he knelt down and untied the chains off Ceshir.
While Sehir was still in a daze, he was suddenly picked up from the ground by Isri. Sehir was startled and tried to resist, but Isri's next words completely stopped him in his tracks.
"I'm giving you two choices, young master: one, behave well and don't move; two, I'll break your legs. Choose one."
Sehir tilted his head and rested it on Isri's shoulder. The voice was right next to his ear. Sehir clenched his fist. He knew that Isri would do what he said he would do.
"Which one to choose?" Isri's voice came through again.
Cecil pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and answered weakly, "Choose... one."
Isri smiled slightly, quickened his pace, turned and went into the bathroom, placing Cesil on the small stool that had been prepared beforehand.
Seeing Isri preparing things, Sehir tried to stand up, but found that the effects of the drug had not completely worn off, and he could hardly even stand up.
"Why did you do this?" Sehir asked, looking at Isri's retreating figure.
The empty bathroom remained silent for a long time. Just as Cecil was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that Isri wouldn't answer, a soft laugh came from inside the bathroom. Then, Isri rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and turned around.
Sehir looked up, and Isri reached out and tucked the strands of hair in front of his ear behind it, gently stroking Sehir's face down to the back of his neck, his voice soft yet irresistible.
"I want to have you."
Cecil's mouth hung open, surprise in his eyes, as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Why...?"
Isri slowly moved his hand to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt: "Young master, don't you understand?"
Seeing that Cesil remained silent, Isriq scoffed, looked up, his eyes, filled with undisguised desire, fixed on Cesil, and opened his mouth.
“Young Master, do you remember? You said I was a madman.” Isri paused, then continued, “Now, the madman in front of you likes you, he wants to possess you. Do you understand, Young Master?”
Sehir watched as terror grew in Isri's eyes, but there was nothing he could do but feel terror, for there was nothing he could do. This demon had gone completely mad.
"Aren't you afraid of being executed for doing this?" Sehir asked, his voice trembling slightly.