Lucy hesitated.
"Continue." She didnt even need to look up, she could guess the mans eyes, cold and gloomy. She wanted to cry, but she couldnt, Samuel Stone said that she was ugly and ugly when she cried.
Her fingers were a bit stiff, and it took a long time to take off the jeans. At this time, Lucy was only wearing close-fitting clothes.
"Did I tell you to stop? Continue." The man was using a casual tone to constantly stimulate Lucys humble self-esteem.
Lucys stiff fingers trembled fiercely, and she went behind her back. Because her fingers were shaking fiercely, the light blue bra on her body couldnt be taken off.
"How about it? Do you need my help?"
Lucys fingers suddenly stopped, and she didnt dare to hesitate. She gritted her teeth and hooked her fingers, and the light blue underwear "snapped" and fell to the ground. The last light blue underwear on her body, she couldnt do it.
She lowered her head and stood in front of the man, allowing him to watch. A strong sense of shame made her dare not raise her head, almost burying her whole head in her chest. She didnt realize at all that the man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window had a deep and deep look in his eyes. In the quiet bedroom, the man commanded in a hoarse and deep voice:
"Come over."
Lucy looked up abruptly, facing the mans face, which was hard to see in the dimly lit bedroom, and walked slowly towards the man with a strong sense of shame, stopping two meters in front of the man.
The man squinted, "Too far."
Lucy clenched her fists, daring not to disobey the mans will, and took a few steps forward.
"Still too far."
Lucy moved forward a little bit, and finally, under the mans exhausted patience and impatient command, she stood half a meter away from the man.
The opposite gaze was too obvious, Lucy persuaded herself not to tremble, this man has said, he married her to humiliate her. She couldnt tremble, she didnt do anything wrong. She didnt harm Sarah.
Lucy clenched her fists, trying to restrain her bodys trembling, as if she would admit defeat if she trembled. Lucy exerted all her strength to restrain her trembling body.
Just as Lucy was blushing and trying to restrain her shyness, the man opposite sneered.
"Dont you think I would really touch you?" The irony was not concealed, and Samuel Stones playful eyes swept over Lucy, and his thin lips slightly hooked a cold smile: "You are so ugly, and you also dare to show it to me? Lucy, you usually look very serious, I didnt expect that you would have such a day."
Oh... Let me guess, the scars all over your body are not the marks of cigarette butts? And whip marks? It seems to be old scars, Lucy, you also play Sadism&Masochism outside?
Eh? This is... needle holes? Lucy, you wont play with the pills that make Americans shake their heads, right."
Suddenly, Samuel Stones face, which was full of playful smile, was restrained with ice, and his eyes were coldly aimed at Lucy, "I dont care what you are like outside, there is one thing, you remember, Lucy, if you dare to continue to touch those addictive pills, I will let people sell you to the Southeast Asian silver (harmonious) cave!" The voice was full of undisguised disgust and disgust.
After speaking, he stood up, patted his clothes, and walked past Lucy, walking out of the bedroom without looking at Lucy.
It was not until the sound of the door behind him was heard that Lucy collapsed on the light beige floor with tears, wiped her tears, and then slowly stood up, and walked to the only full-length mirror in the room.
The body in the mirror is very ugly, covered with various scars, and is scarred. Lucy touched the scars on her body one by one, the scars of cigarette butts, and the whip marks made by the whip dipped in saltwater. She had already expected that when the man saw this ugly body, he would mercilessly humiliate her.
But she didnt expect that when this man mercilessly humiliated her, she was in pain and couldnt breathe. She originally thought that she had already been used to this mans ruthlessness and vicious mockery towards her, and she had overestimated her own ability to bear it.
She touched the puncture marks on her arm again, and slowly slid to the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, shrinking into a group, burying her head between her knees, the quiet bedroom was dimly lit, and only one painful mutter could be heard: "I didnt take drugs, I didnt Sadism&Masochism, I didnt take drugs, no, no..." Accompanied by the voice of sobbing, everything was so desperate, it was heart-wrenching.