World Code 427

Stark couldn't believe that it was Jarvis. Except that he shouldn't be so rough and stubborn, he felt that he was not like Jarvis at all now, probably like an empty shell, and the real essence Has been scooped up by an ice cream scoop (forgive the weird metaphor, that's all Stark can think of).

What the hell is going on, when Jarvis's hand accurately pinched Stark's lower body, Stark almost cried out in shock - Jarvis must be crazy.

Stark looked at Jarvis's face, wanted to say but couldn't speak, he tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and his mind was blank. There is no window in this room, which looks worse than Stark's secret cabin , the moss that was born because of too much humidity, which is full of disgusting bugs and mice, big and small.

Until Jarvis became stronger and stronger, Stark finally cried out. He tried his best to move his legs, but because he was restrained, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the invader's hand—— Tucker thought it was an insult, and Jarvis must be insulting him. Of course, he could hardly imagine what happened next.

Because Stark saw Jarvis start to move his hand to untie his belt, which was terrible. If he really just took off his belt and beat him a few times, Stark could try his best to force himself to be able to scream when he screamed. Resisting howling, but the next action of the opposite person has completely broken Stark's prayer.

"I shouldn't have pity you from the beginning." Jarvis said in a very low voice. If you don't listen to what he said, it's quite like a lingering whisper between lovers.

"I didn't ask you to do that," Stark's breathing was unsteady, to be precise, his heart was unsteady, and at this moment he was thinking about the worst, not to mention the revenge for Jarvis, Stark didn't know anything, "Like now...if you don't want to talk to me—"

"Are you negotiating terms with me?" Jarvis sneered, as if mocking a weak animal with no power to restrain a chicken.

Stark watched the man who took his belt loosen the chains that bound his ankles. Isn't it good, now there is another weapon that can be attacked - his own feet, but now Stark felt the baggy pants were about to fall off, which was embarrassing for him, but luckily it was dim in here, so maybe Jarvis didn't see anything.

"That's useless, like you won't listen to my explanation," Stark's voice was not calm, but he turned his head away, because he could already feel the waist of his trousers in the man's hand, " Please, don't do this..."

"Speaking of it, I didn't expect you to change like this. How did you lie to me and say you were dead a few weeks ago?" Jarvis pulled down his pants mercilessly, but But it's the slow, grinding way of pulling it off, which is even more cruel, "Everybody believed it, when they dumped you in the abandoned factory."

"Tsk..." Stark took a breath, he already felt that his lower body was exposed to the air, and it seemed to be wrapped, but without the protection of the trousers, he shuddered a little, and now he was only wearing a pair of underwear Standing in front of Jarvis, the trousers that slid to the ankles also prevented his legs from moving to a certain extent, "I'm dead, just like what you saw."

It's true that Tony Stark died, his spirit has been replaced by another soul, don't know if it's sad, even now this person can't integrate himself into this world, integrate himself into his world During this time, he didn't know what the ring on his right ring finger proved, nor did he know who the man in front of him belonged to him, and what happened between them.

Stark felt sad. If he could, he would be willing to exchange all his memories for the memories that should be in this body. He felt that this was disrespectful to the "dead"—that is, this scene made him feel unstoppable pain in his heart. stand up.

Jarvis' hand touched Stark's smooth leg all the way until it stopped at the thigh, but he increased his strength unexpectedly, as if pinching.

"What did you say when you killed my sister—you told her not to be afraid, you would be with her, and you survived," Jarvis said, "but the purpose was to avoid your wife's suspicions , have you ever felt guilty that you killed both of them?"

The expression was unclear, and the temperature in the air had cooled down. Although Jarvis had the temperature on his hands, he felt strangely cold, except that his head was still heating up——

"..." Stark didn't dare to speak casually, because he didn't know the story about the younger sister that Jarvis was talking about, let alone - Jarvis actually had a younger sister, which was unbelievable.

Jarvis grabbed Stark's underwear and pulled it down mercilessly. Now that Stark's lower body was completely exposed to the air, he couldn't help tightening his legs, but Jarvis His hand was still stuck between his legs.

"Get your hands out!"

"Ah."

Jarvis snorted softly, that feeling made Stark feel bad, even terrible, because he felt that the temperature in the air was dropping suddenly, and even the oxygen might soon be insufficient, because the person on the opposite side grabbed him The thighs were lifted up to the position of his waist, which made him extremely ashamed.

"Did you treat my sister like this, open her legs, touch her skin and close to her ear and tell her that you will always be with her, and you can give up everything for her," Jarvis really said Go to Stark's ear, because the difference in height made Stark feel that it was an oppressive black shadow pressing down on him, but at this moment his hands were tied on top of his head, one left and one right , unable to stop, "Poke into her body and have sex with her hard."

"Bastard..." Stark couldn't say anything else, he felt ashamed to think that Bill was witnessing all this somewhere, although he could barely comfort himself that it was not his body, but this way of comforting himself was too much. Too much.

"I'll fuck you until you cry and say it's all wrong you can't make up for, you're a bitch, Stark."

"Fuck you!" Stark didn't show weakness, he finally couldn't help but start swearing, although it could only be a brazen mouth, "You should all be sent to the police station, I hope you don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life Eat and drink!"

Jarvis slammed Stark's thigh tightly, and he squeezed even harder, letting his body press against his thigh, almost cruel, and then he took out a bottle of what he didn't know what it was from his pocket Something, holding that thing and squinting his eyes.

"Wait and see, little bitch."

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