Episode 13

With the sound of whipping, Wang Ling'er's clothes were slashed into pieces by the barbs on the whip. However, the basement was too dark. I don't know what my sister was whipped by me. I just knew that although I whipped so many whips, my sister did not make a cry of pain.

This demon! One day, I will make you return all the money and interests of these whips!

Mom gritted her teeth and tried hard to control her heartache. She suppressed her anger and twitched body. She held her fist hard and let her nails penetrate her palms deeply, forcing herself to calm down.

Although she didn't know what her daughter was doing because of the darkness, listening to the sound of a whip that was almost like a whip, her daughter's miserable appearance kept popping up in her mind, like a nightmare, and all kinds of terrifying thoughts came one after another. She still had to maintain a weak and sad look, screaming her daughter's name helplessly, but a fire was burning in her heart!

Demon, go crazy. The more you abuse our mother and daughter, the closer you will be to death!

My sister also endured the pain in her body, closed her eyes and accepted my whip coldly. The painful memories in her heart began to blur her eyes. As blood marks were drawn out by me, the warm blood flowing out gradually began to take away her body temperature. As the consciousness blurred, the space began to change around her. In an instant, her eyes lit up, and there was no cover of cloth in front of her. It seemed that she had returned to the white but dark home. It seemed that she saw Wang Wenyi holding the dark whip with a look of hatred and constantly whipping at her!

Swearing!

But I curled up with my young body under his feet and kept begging and crying: Don't hit me Ah, Dad! What mistake did Ling'er make? Ling'er will be very obedient, will be very obedient, and will listen to everything to Dad! Ling'er hurts Ah! Dad! Dad!...

Memory and reality are constantly intertwined. My sister can no longer tell where she is. She has become the weak and innocent child in her heart, and she keeps wailing in her heart!

Continue to fall into the vortex of memory and return to the place where the sadness began...

Bang!

At this time, I whipped casually, and by chance, just hit my sister's head, helping Ling'er wake up from the depths of her memory. She felt the hot pain on her face. Only then did my sister realize that the beast could not torture her anymore, because he would only strip naked of his clothes and leave scars on his body, but never dared to move his face and arms, in order not to let his mother know how dirty a beast he is, even his adopted daughter...

I've been used to the whipping of this kind of force. If the beast had not tortured me for too long a few days ago, my health had not recovered yet, how could I almost fall into a coma just now? It seems that this demon has no idea that he is wasting his efforts. He is very interested in whipping me, so I'll play with him. At least these whips won't fall on my mother and sister... My sister thought to herself

He must have thought that I would be scared in the dark, and I didn't know when the whip would come. He would keep calling Ah to make trouble for Ah, which made my mother feel pain. But in fact, this is the problem of man's boring dignity. That beast is like this. As long as I put it coldly, I will stay on me until I surrender, without caring about whether my body can bear it. It seems that this demon is the same. As long as I can always arouse his desire to conquer, my mother and sister will not suffer! As long as I can pester him, he will eventually die on my belly like that beast...

The sound of whipping was echoing in the empty ground. I whipped my sister's body without stopping for a moment, making the already gloomy basement even more bloody and terrifying. My mother, who was cobbled by her side, kept crying, and the whole air was filled with a sad and desperate atmosphere. The three closest blood relatives tortured each other, suspicious of each other, hated each other, and wanted to kill each other!

But what is pity is that the three of them don’t know the secrets in each other’s hearts, and they don’t know that the so-called sacrifices and so-called hatred among them are false memories, but the pain that was once and the pain that is now tightly entangled, and all their reason is swallowed up by hatred!

It's Ah, the power of hatred is very powerful, but this power is a double-edged sword. When you stab someone else, you will be hurt by hatred. Finally, after you taste the sweetness of revenge, you will be thrown into the cycle of hatred and be cursed by others. In the darkness, there will always be a pair of bad intentions staring at you with hunger, waiting for you to eat you in one bite when you relax...

But we don’t know that at this moment, as long as someone forgets the pain he has experienced, forgives the world with tolerance, and chooses to tell his own experience rather than hide it alone, then the contradictions in our memories will emerge, so that we know the truth of the whole thing, rather than being manipulated like this, and a tragedy of flesh and blood tragedy...

But at this time, I had been controlled by hatred. I smelled the bloody smell on the whip and found that the ticking sound began to come from my sister. But even so, my sister did not beg for mercy. It seemed that her heart was as arrogant and unconquering as her mouth. Even if I whipped it into this way, I could still remain silent, like a punch into the air. This silent silence made me feel deeply powerless. Didn’t I whip her? Otherwise, how could she have so many whips down and she had no reaction? Why is this...? Damn Ah! Is her mouth really so hard to pry...

The frustration hit me again, but the sound of my mother crying and begging for mercy made me feel a little better. Please don’t hit me anymore. Please, you can do whatever you want me to do, as long as you let my daughter go!

My mother begged me hard, struggling to pounce over to suffer on behalf of my daughter, and I couldn't keep calm in my heart. She screamed wildly and wanted me to stop, and her voice was hoarse, but she kept calling her daughter's name.

After whipping for so long, I heard the sound of ticking in my sister's place getting louder and louder, but my sister's movements became smaller and smaller. I don't know if she was dead or unconscious.

I was a little tired after so long whipping. I raised my sore hands and finally added a few whips to my sister, and threw the whip aside.

Following my mother's crying, I came to my mother panting and said sarcastically: How do you feel now? I don't know what you think of these whips sucking your daughter?

At this time, my mother was already crying and hurriedly begging for mercy with a hoarse voice: I listen to you in everything, I will do whatever you ask me to do, and I will listen to you in everything. As long as you let my daughter go, you can do whatever you ask me to do, please! Please!

My mother looked anxious, but she didn't know how many times she cursed me viciously. In fact, when I killed Wang Wenyi, my mother had no hatred for me at all. Instead, she felt a little grateful for the fact that she could leave Wang Wenyi. At the same time, she was a little confused and afraid of the future of her mother and daughter.

But now, my sister's whipping made her completely hate me, touching the reverse scales she hid in her heart, making her wish she could eat my flesh and my blood now!