Capítulo 31: 009 Captivity and Collars

In fact, a fever is not a serious illness in the military, because the best medical resources are available here, and the infusion brought down the body temperature quickly.

Elaine's body gradually broke free from the morass of lethargy, with the hunger that had not eaten for a day came on late. Elaine's survival instincts forced her to wake up from the chaos of her dreams, and when she opened his eyes, he saw Jeff standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her, with the same fox-like grin, handsome obsidian eyes were now curved like a crescent moon, but no emotion could be seen.

Even though her mind was dizzy and unclear, Elaine was still startled. She cowered back a little, dragging her helpless body, "Afraid of me?" Jeff snickered.

Of course she was afraid. After all, this was the man who had caused her to lie in a hospital bed. But she didn't say anything, just with the brow wrinkled in resignation, the throat was so dry that it burned, hard to even open her mouth, let alone make a sound.

Jeff was in a good mood, poured a glass of water for her personally, and put the rim of the glass against her closed mouth. He was going to feed her, Elaine didn't dare to drink from his hand, so she tried to hold the glass of water.

But she forgot that she still had a needle in the back of her hand, with her hand was raised, and the movement of the IV tube led to the iron frame where the medicine bottles were hanging. The glass bottles collided with each other with a crisp sound, attracting the attention of the two.

The man glanced back, his eyes caught Elaine's hand, which was frozen in mid-air and did not dare to move, then he pressed it back onto the pillow, and he gently patted her pale cheek: "You'd better not make me angry."

Elaine was scared out of her wits by him, shivered and nodded her head. When the cup came up again, she was so good, siped it like a kitten.

In the end, not only was she forced to drink the glass of water in his hands, even the sick meal was also fed one bite by Jeff at a time.

Jeff is temperamental and unpredictable. Occasionally, he will act like a real brother next door when he is gentle, but as soon as Elaine disobeys him, that man will immediately turn back to the evil spirits from hell, tormented her.

That was the conclusion she drew after a week in her cell from the infirmary.

The man had placed a dark blue collar around her neck, outer side of the collar was largely of leather, decorated with delicate metal. The joint is fastened with a clasp and no seam can be found; The inner ring was padded with a thin layer of velvet, soft to the touch. The front of the collar is hung with a delicate tag, a coin-sized silver disc dangles in front of the collarbone, with ' Jeff-Daniel' engraved on the top. The font was strong and smooth, beautiful.

Not heavy on the neck, but a strong presence. The whole style of the collar and Jeff's military uniform look very matching, half of the purpose is to deliberately humiliate Elaine, while the other half was a declaration of sovereignty.

Elaine had just been carried back to her cell, drowsy from the medication. She did not respond to the collar around her neck, and Jeff hooked the collar and took her into his arms, whispered to him excitedly, "This is what it's my little bitch".

He gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose, even took her to sleep in his arms with a rare tenderness.

However, when Elaine had slept enough and was awake the next day, she became awake, realized that she couldn't stand the extra thing on her neck. Although she had been forced to use slurs like "bitch" during sex, she had never felt like Jeff's pet, let alone a dog with a collar.

The tag with Jeff's full name on it seemed to trample her personality underfoot, mocked her as an object that can be signed at will, and she was not even allowed to have her own name, the anger burned in her thin chest.

She must earned her human rights by herself, because Jeff wouldn't give them to her!

Elaine got up and looked around, but the cell was empty, as always. To prevent the military prostitutes from hurting themselves, all the furniture was fixed, so there were few tools to use.

But an idea had sprung up in her mind, then pulling open the drawer of the bedside table. Elaine couldn't care less about disgust or shame, rummaging through a drawer full of obscene devices.

And she found what she expected to find...A wooden dildo.

It was a large size, about the size of Jeff's. The coiled veins and the full head of cock were made to look lifelike, a solid wood carved out of the whole, heavy in her hand.

Elaine was satisfied, because the dildo was indeed a handy tool.

She broke the mirror in the bathroom with just a few strokes, shards of glass fell with a clatter, some of it landed on the sink, while more spilled all over the floor.

Luckily, Elaine backed up quickly and didn't get splashed.

She carefully tiptoed over and picked out one of the pieces on the sink that was the right size, with a sharp corner.

Chad shook his head, was about to walk away when

But the kid followed him like a flying insect, and in a very exaggerated tone, he continued to ask: "Are you a martial arts master? Can you fly from this roof to that roof in one fell swoop?"

　　Chad looked in the direction of his finger, so far away, even a stallion could not leap over it. So she shook her head again.

　　The boy saw that, but was not disappointed, just pulled her sleeve and asked her to squat down.

Chad had doubts, but after thinking about it, she did as he was told.

　　The boy looked at her without blinking, and then suddenly reached out his hand, reached out to her brow, gently brushed the white frost off her eyelashes.

　　"That's all right." The boy smiled.

　　He clearly does not look like Orville, but it reminded Chad of the young Duke, inexplicably. He was a child wrapped in gold and jewels, when Chad first met him, he reached out his hand like this, touching her eyelashes.

　　Then he smiled and said to her: "Come back with me. From now on, you can have as much food as you want."

　　But when the boy raised his hand, the sleeve slipped down, then the whip marks on the small arm were revealed. A bruise, frostbite also appeared on his white hands, swollen knuckles. At first glance, it was a patch of purple.

　　Seeing Chad staring at his hand, but suddenly, the boy retracted his hand.

　　Chad thought he was a servant here, signaled to him: "Did they hit you?"

She couldn't make a sound, but the boy understood, shook his head: "I'm Edric, came to dance today with my mother at Lord Orville's invitation. But mother says I have no talent, so I was only allowed to help Miss Sue's servants in the courtyard."

"Could it be that you are the eldest son of the Ainsworths?" Chad knew in her heart that the only one who danced for Orville today was Janet, and she recently married the old candle manufacturer Ainsworth. The man has only one son ....

The boy nodded.

Chad heard the recent sad news about the Ainsworth family, could not help but feel for the boy. And although he was the son of a wealthy family, but had frostbite on his little hands, with not well dressed. And from what the boy said. Janet, as his guardian, seemed to be incompetent... So she asked: "Your father ..."

　　The boy seemed a little sensitive to this word, froze for a long time, lowered his head, replied: "He passed away last year. He had headaches all the tim, needed to drink sleeping pills before he went to bed. But that day he mixed up the medicine with the weed killer, Miss Janet took care of me alone after that."

"So how are you doing now?" Chad asked cautiously, "My stepmother is in charge of our candle factory now. I dropped out of public school because she said my family is having a hard time, because she said my father didn't leave me much inheritance, so she couldn't offer me through school. Now I'm helping Auntie Janet with some chores and learning to dance with her, she asked me to do that, sometimes I go to the theater to be a dancer."

He said these words with a faint look in his eyes, but his tone was a little weepy.

Chad remembered the whip marks on his arm and realized with a start that Janet most likely a bad stepmother, abusing this eight or nine-year-old child.

　　Chad looked into his pure, clean eyes. Although they had different experiences and were not the same age, but she understood him, she was starting to feel a little sad for Little Ainsworths.

Suddenly, she heard the tiles behind her, a long figure rustled to the ground. Chad immediately turned around, his sword was already half sheathed at her waist.

But when she looked, she saw that it was Orville.

Orville had been standing on the roof for who knows how long, watching them, in his hand was a black umbrella with a golden handle, as dark as a starless night.

The man was standing in the snow. At first glance, looked like a painting.

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