Episode 10

Looking at the broken doll under my feet, sitting on the chair, I was not only tired, but my heart was also full of fatigue in the contact with my mother in the past two days. I originally thought that removing my mother's aristocratic identity would allow me to do whatever I wanted to relieve my resentment for many years, but the reality is that my mother has always controlled my emotions. It seems that I still underestimate my mother's influence on me too much. If I am led by my mother like this, I will definitely lose this battle between me and my mother.

I can't continue like this. I have to do something to change all this. It seems that I am still too soft-hearted and have never taken ruthlessly to my mother's training. That's why my mother is so arrogant and doesn't take me seriously. It seems that as long as I let my mother know what the real heartache is, I can understand who is her master!

Since my mother is so ignorant, don’t blame me for being cruel...

I gathered some strength to get up to my mother, grabbed her body and lifted her up, went to the middle of the lobby on the first floor to take down a giant oil painting, picked up the candlestick on the dining table and lit the candle, carried her down a long stone staircase exposed behind the oil painting, and took her to the secret basement of the villa, taking her to the secret basement of the villa

Although the villa is built in the style of the ancient medieval period, it still combines some modern technology to make the room more comfortable and convenient

But this secret basement is different. It is made of pieces of bluestone of the same size underground. The style completely reproduces the appearance of a medieval dungeon. The prison is surrounded by black iron pillars, the small candlesticks taken out between the walls and the wet and cold underground water wells, the rows of cold shackles connected to the wall and the huge stone beds in the middle of the stone chamber, all of which reveal a gloomy and bloody smell.

The candle swaying in my hand was the only light in the middle of the stone chamber. I didn't use it to light other candlesticks on the wall, so I used this faint candlelight to copy my mother to the wall and hang it up. Then I dug a bucket of well water from the well and poured it on my mother's face

Washed by the well water, the dirty things on my mother's face formed black lines with the well water, wet the whole clothes on my mother's body. After the water was wet, it became translucent white apron, which was tightly pressed against my mother's body to highlight the entire curve. Under the wet clothes, the key parts of my mother's mother were faintly visible, and her pink nipples were also thrust up by the well water. It was obvious that two red chimneys were raised high above the clothes, and a seductive black shadow was clearly seen between her legs.

All the water was concentrated here along the clothes. It looked like my mother was incontinent and kept coming out of the root of her thighs. She was flowing a lot on the ground along her thighs. If it weren't for the fact that the black footprints were still obvious, the mother's wet clothes were still destroyed, so she would have been perfect.

After being blew by Jingshui Yibing, the mother in a coma woke up faintly. When she saw herself coming to a dark and strange environment, she found that her hands and feet were locked onto the wall. She couldn't help but scream in fear: What is this place!? You, the devil, brought me there! Let me go, let me go quickly!

While yelling at me, I struggled hard, trying to get rid of the iron lock and restore my freedom

Seeing my mother twisting her body desperately in front of me, I smiled and patted her cheek, and carefully answered her question: This was originally the place used by the former owner of the house to satisfy his special desires. After he died at my hands, I became the new owner of the house. Although I did not use this room to continue doing those dirty things, after using the torture room in my body, I was still very satisfied with the facilities here. These iron locks are made of special alloys, and the hardness is definitely greater than your imagination. Don't waste your efforts.

Pooh!

Hearing my answer, my mother immediately spitted on my face. You demon, what can you do if you mess with me here? Do you think I will surrender to you if I torture me? You dream! As long as I live for one day, I will curse you for one day and hate you for one day! To be honest, at the moment you killed my husband, I wanted to kill you all the time. Even if you can get me, the ridiculous thing is that you don’t have enough capital to bully my body! Hahaha! You useless man! Hahaha!

Listening to my mother's harsh laughter echoing in this empty basement, I laughed out loud with my mother's laughter. You said it right, my wishful thinking can't be heard on you, but I can do other things to you, such as drawing some paintings on your charming beauty, breaking your limbs and causing you to suffer for a while...

I wiped the saliva from my face with the most elegant movements, and came to the wall where the collection of my ex-master was placed. I held the candlestick in my hand and deliberately asked my mother to carefully look at the densely packed erotic items hanging on the wall, threatening: Now you have a good look. If you really like one, I can follow your opinions and let you experience it well...

When I saw the strange-shaped things on the wall, my mother's face turned pale, but she still shouted to me with a stubborn voice: Humph, do you think I will be afraid of this? I have long seen my life and death, isn't it death? I am not afraid! I understand that our mother and daughter are the dolls in your hands. When you get tired of playing, you will throw them away sooner or later. Instead of giving up your dignity and please live in a miserable way, it is better to choose to die now and leave this dirty world, die early and be reborn early, and do it!

OK, OK, OK! I like people with backbone, otherwise the game will not be fun...

I took a black whip from the wall and held it in my hand. I deliberately whipped it hard on the ground a few times, so that my mother could hear the sound of the whip carefully. I wonder what traces would leave if such a rough whip sucked on your tender skin? I really look forward to it...

While I came to my mother with the candlestick, I started to shine on my mother with candlelight, and deliberately said loudly: I should start from where. It seems that the meat is thick in every place, and the whip feels very good. It is really a headache...

You demon! If you want to do it, do it. I...I'm not afraid...!

My mother's tone became weaker for the first time, and she was so scared that she trembled all over her body.

Oh, since you are so willing to let me whip it, I am as you wish...

I used the handle of the whip to lift my mother's chin, looked at her fearful eyes with a wicked smile, and began to sweep along my mother's body with a whip on her exposed skin everywhere, allowing her to feel the touch of the whip first, enjoy the pleasure of playing with her prey, and then whip it towards her!

Ah!

Mom screamed and struggled desperately. The shackles on her hands and feet hit the wall and kept crackling. She was out of control and closed her eyes tightly and screamed loudly.

Hahaha……!

I laughed loudly as my mother lost control: Don’t you want to die? Are you not a hero who is ready to die? Why did I just suck it gently on the wall behind you, which scared you like this?

Hearing that I did not whip on myself, my mother hurriedly opened her eyes and looked at her body. After confirming that she was really not whip, she was relieved first, and then she came back to her senses and found that she was fooled by me. Her extremely angry mother spat at me again and shouted: Demon, you, you must die! You suck Ah! You suck Ah! Even if you can make my body surrender to such despicable little tricks, you will never be able to surrender to my heart!

I turned my head slightly to avoid my mother's saliva, pinched my mother's chin, forced my mother to raise her head and look at me, looking at her mother as if she was trapped in the eyes, and said to her mother with a gentle expression: Is that right? Then let's play a game to see if I can make your heart surrender?