The Sin of Ludwigs

The main building of Kollek Manor has three floors, which are divided into left wing, right wing and rear wing. The whole is in the shape of "Pin". In the middle of the "Pin" shape is a huge empty hall that can be used as a dance venue. It is said that there are [-] rooms on the first floor and the second floor that the earl lived here when he lived here for a while, and the rest are reserved for guests.

The count ordered me to be placed in a guest room overlooking the garden on the first floor of the left wing of the main building, next to one of his lounges.

He did this not out of conscience to treat me again as a guest, but because he wanted to appreciate my pain every time I changed my dressing after being whipped. Waiting for someone's room is also a matter of demeaning him.

Those five whips are really hard to hit. Before that, the most serious injury I have ever suffered in this life was just being scratched by a rough cable released too quickly in a stormy day. At that time, I felt that I had suffered a great deal. Hurt, but compared with today's situation, it is simply heaven.What's worse, because I didn't remove my clothes during the beating, tiny pieces of clothes got into my flesh with the force. The manservant who applied the herbal medicine for my skin and flesh wounds had to clean my wounds before applying the medicine. Open it up and pick out the debris, otherwise the wound will turn into a fester that can kill, and this is another torture that can make people roll on the ground in pain.

After I yielded, the count ordered that the whips I owed be marked down, and that I be dosed.During this process, because of the fear of the wound being opened and the severe pain, I cried badly, completely forgetting all the etiquette and upbringing that was once regarded as the rule of life.

In the words of the beautiful priest, "I have never seen any man cry so hard."

When she said this, she was sitting on the earl's lap like a beautiful snake, tenderly sending the blood-like wine to the earl's mouth, and the latter was holding the plump and sexy beauty with great interest. Admiring my ugly appearance with tears streaming down my face.

Then this pervert fell in love with seeing me in a mess when I changed the dressing.

Because of my back injury, I can only sleep on my stomach, and I can't wear a shirt. Whether it is eating or meeting my physical needs, I can only rely on the slaves to help me with no dignity.Forget it, every time the dressing is changed, a large group of people will pour into the small guest room. Compared with the earl who is huddled in front of him, my situation can be described as extremely miserable, and his attendants often use novelty and Ironic eyes looked at me who couldn't even control my expression freely under the severe pain.Every time at this time, I feel that I am a fish that has been peeled and placed on the display board for people to watch.

The Earl seemed to enjoy watching me struggle and cry in pain, and visiting my wretched wretched performance became a regular part of his daily schedule.When the dressing was changed on the fifth day, this pervert even wanted to do it himself. He scratched the wound on my back with his nails, and then he wanted to stick his nails into the newly healed wound with a malicious feeling that I could feel even if my back was turned to him. A little place to stir.

The strange feeling of being scratched and opened inside the body made my scalp tingle, and coupled with the shadow of the brutal behavior he had imposed on me before, under great fear, I even forgot about the body. Pain, screamed and rolled over from the other side of the bed.

My reaction made the earl very angry. He almost wanted to whip me again, but the old David, the housekeeper who had taken care of me, said that if I were whipped again, I might die directly from the aggravated injuries.This obstacle made him even angrier, and in the end it was Beatrix—the beautiful priest I saw that day, the earl's favorite maid, who distracted his attention by acting coquettishly, even so, the earl ordered Lock me up in bed for a day as punishment.

This kind of confinement is more terrifying than the methods doctors use to deal with mentally disturbed patients. My hands and feet were firmly tied to the bed, and I could not move at all. I was also put on a sheepskin blindfold and a special gag , just being thrown in the room for a whole day without being able to move.

It was a horrible experience that cannot be described in words. Before that, although the severe pain kept me awake all night, I could at least try to divert my attention by talking to the slaves in broken English. You can move your hands and feet, and you can even try to change positions to avoid the paralysis caused by prolonged lying down.

After being detained, the slave disappeared, I could not speak, my hands and feet were tied, and my body soon began to go numb, and finally I could no longer feel my own hands and feet and the pain; my vision was deprived, and my eyes were completely dark , I can only greedily capture any sound that can bring me a little feeling with the only remaining sense of hearing, but soon, my world seems to have fallen into a deathly silence, and I feel like I have been put into In a sealed coffin that cut off all information from the outside world, I was captured by a boundless invisible terror like being buried alive, and I couldn't even feel breathing.

Every second of this torture is maddeningly long. I don’t know how long I’ve been in it. I can’t tell whether it’s day or night. I don’t even know if I’m asleep or awake. How long after all the sensations disappear, After as long as a century, the darkness in front of my eyes was finally revealed, and the flickering weak candlelight was like a sharp sword, piercing my face with tears.

It was the butler of the manor who came to release me. This careful old man seemed to be very experienced in punishing people like the earl. He put the candle on the candlestick farthest from the bed so that its light would not be lost for a long time. My eyes were suddenly burned in the darkness; after the shackles were taken out and the ropes that bound me were untied one by one, he even massaged my already stiff hands and feet with his own hands.

At first, my hands and feet felt nothing at all, as if they were no longer part of my body, but suddenly, a tingling pain from the bone marrow swept through all my nerves, under the stimulation of this tingling pain, I yelled first, and then my chest rose and fell violently and I gasped. The movement was so large that I turned over and turned into a supine position.

I turned over and tore the wound, and the severe pain in my back came back again. The unbearable pain before now turned into one of the evidences that made me feel that I was still alive in the world. A kind of morbid joy swept my heart. I even directly burst into tears.

The old butler stood silently beside the bed, and only sighed softly at my embarrassing gaffe.

After having pain and vision, my hearing is slowly recovering. I can hear the faint sound of music coming from nowhere. The too ethereal sound hints at the earl and his attendants who are having fun They are quite a distance away from me now, and although I know that no one on this estate can stop Ian William Haggs from any crazy idea, the idea of ​​"that madman is far away from me" still fills me up. A little comic relief for a wounded mind.

A maid brought me water and food, but I didn’t have the slightest appetite at all. Losing my vision for too long made me extremely afraid of falling into the darkness again. Blink, lest anyone take it away, or a sudden wind blow it out; and I'm also afraid of being alone again as if abandoned by the whole world, so as to hold old David so that he won't let him go, without stopping. I was babbling in English, grammatically so confusing that I actually didn't even know what I was talking about.

Old Davey reassured me patiently, and assured me that a manservant would keep watch outside my room, would respond only to my words, and would never extinguish the candles in the room. To the grip of panic in that horrible world, death would not let go.

In the end, old David really had no choice. He told me in French: "I can't stay here all the time. The master will need me at any time. If he knows that I am here, he may think of you again."

This sentence intimidated me no less than the god of death holding a sickle. I shrank into a ball and tried to hide myself in the curtain at the end of the bed. This caused severe pain in my wound. It should be another crack opened.

Apparently, as a housekeeper, saying this about his master made old David very uncomfortable, but this upright old man still tried to comfort me quietly: "The master's character is like this, he can't think of branding you as a slave right now. , I will try my best to help you find a way, don’t provoke him again during this period, don’t disobey his orders... If you can get the help of Lord Elvis, there is still hope, and the Lord will return to Free soon The ancient villa is here, and the master will go back at that time...Master Elvis is different from the master."

Like a drowning person suddenly catching driftwood, there was a glimmer of hope before my eyes.

This generation of the Higgs family - a pair of twin brothers rule!

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Damn, why do I feel that the more I write, the more perverted I become... But my brother finally came out and made some soy sauce. ORZ, please drop a bookmark or comment for encouragement, after all, stand-alone is really boring...