บท 34: 012 The Mysterious Note
For a week straight, Jeff would come over every night at 8:00 p.m. on time, but rarely had any real sex, he didn't seem very enthusiastic about it.
More often than not, he would use every available item in the room to teach Elaine, one by one, the rules of a little bitch.
Elaine is not smart enough, but Jeff was a strict "teacher," after all. In the cross between the whip and sugar education, also learn quickly.
But Jeff has not had time to accept the results of teaching. One day, he suddenly stopped coming, took a phone call and left in a hurry.
At that time, Elaine was on her knees on the carpet, with her legs wide open. Jeff was instructing her to take a small silicon plug and push it into her pussy. Her pink breasts were clamped with nipple clamps, lustfuly.
Jeff hung up the phone there, didn't stop Elaine's movement. He put his cap back on and walked over to her, stopped slightly and patted her white thigh: "Wash yourself every day, and sleep with that in your vagina. Be good, when I come back to check."
Then he walked away without looking back.
Having gotten used to Jeff's intense conditioning over the past few days, suddenly without that cold stare, Elaine was vaguely uncomfortable.
But more than that, she was glad...after all, every day she was facing a rapist. Kneeling at his feet like a pet, begging to be pampered, occasionally he has to put up with his hands touching places he shouldn't, anyone will not feel good.
The most important thing is that Jeff is not here, but the improved treatment has not been withdrawn. Elaine was fed, clothed, not beaten, and didn't have to worry about footsteps at eight o'clock every night...
Except for every night, have to comply with Jeff's request to Elaine before he left, to sleep with a silicone plug every night, it can be said to be the most relaxed life since being locked in here for nearly half a month.
She didn't know when Jeff would suddenly reappear, therefore, she cherished the quietness of these few days when no one disturbed her.
But prison was not a peaceful place, the comfort didn't last long.
It was the fourth day after Jeff's absence, Elaine waited hungrily for her lunch. Since the regular meals had been changed, the food that came in each day was good. Even if it wasn't as good as the fine food she had grown up with, but there was meat and vegetables.
Today's side dish was spaghetti, the yellow pasta was topped with a big spoonful of tomato sauce. Two florets of broccoli and half a sage fruit were served on the edge of the plate, a small bowl of corn soup is served on the side, with the forks and spoons lie side by side on the plate, while folded napkin was placed underneath.
In order to keep the figure of the military prostitutes intact. As a rule, the portions were small, therefore, Elaine was only seven percent full.
However, she was brought up as an aristocrat. Even if she was hungry, she still ate slowly and carefully, was not changed by being in prison.
First, She ladled a few spoonfuls of the soup to moisten her mouth, tasting it lightly. Then she took a poor quality fork and stuck it in, turned the wrist clockwise, the noodles were rolled up in a graceful manner, with a graceful lift of the fork, the fork is placed in the mouth, chewing with lips tightly closed, not a sound was made.
Every now and then, She put the fork down temporarily and pick up a napkin to press the corner of your mouth with the sauce. This take, a light note fell out of the napkin and fell to the floor.
Before Elaine could react, her heart gave a sudden jump. After a few seconds of pause, she put down the napkin in her hand and bend down and pick up the note.
Her instincts have proven to be sharp.
[Let's escape from the 'Garden of Joy' together.
We need your strength.
-311]
The simple words conveyed an explosive and surprising message. The Garden of Pleasure refers to the the military brothel she was in, Jeff mentioned it once.
The note was scrawled and signed with the number 311.
It was clear that the writer was in a hurry and in a panic. Elaine just didn't know how the note was written, didn't know how they managed to get the note into her cell with a napkin.
She swallowed, her fingers sweating slightly, wetting the corner of the note.
[ Escape. ]
That was what she had been thinking about, but she hadn't had a clue before. The only thing she had considered was to use time to paralyze Jeff and then use his power to get to freedom. And now, the note clearly meant that the courtesans were going to break out of prison, this was a possibility she had never considered.
Is the writer of the note credible? Or was it a test by Jeff? Who else did they mean by "we"? Did they have a plan? Why did they come to her? How could they trust her not to reveal the note? There were huge waves inside her, and doubts crowded her mind, but there was no answer to any of them.
Elaine clenched her palm, frowned and turned her attention to the plates. Napkins, cutlery, china plates, small bowls, trays....She went through every possible or impossible corner, nothing else was found. It was as if the note in her hand had appeared out of thin air.
Why did the note say she needed to use her power, but leave no other clues? Elaine was confused, closed her eyes and kept thinking about all the experiences she had had since she had been in prison.
She had only been here for half a month, and the only person she'd had contact with was Jeff. The only time she went out to the infirmary, she was in a semi-conscious state, she couldn't even see the nurse's face, then chained to the bed the whole time. She didn't know anything about the place, so to speak, but that doesn't mean the others don't know anything about her.
The Ackerman family has a monopoly on all the entertainment industries in the Imperial City, the richest family in the city. But her case was judged to be so heinous that the nobility of the city would like to forget about her. In her own situation, what was it worth for someone to go to the trouble of asking for her help?
The only thing that is of some value was that Jeff, her "customers", seemed to be very powerful in the Third City military camp ...
Taking a step back and believing in the authenticity of the note -Somehow, her instincts told her it was credible. But with all the security outside, what if the operation failed? Would she be able to live with the consequences?
*
Since the day Hans kissed her, he never came back. At first, Chad was still worried about the night, tossing and turning,
At first, Chad was afraid of his coming at night, tossing and turning. Then when he didn't show up, her heart gradually calmed down.
Hans was the Duke's secret guard who always concealed their names and looks, doing hard work. Every time they did the work, all nine lives of peril. If one day he dies in which accident ...
Chad is the first time in his life so hope that a person short-lived. Unfortunately, it was not to be.
This night. The person she least expected to see showed up.
When Hans arrived, Chad was sitting by some low candles making a child's coat. She was always frugal, and when her clothes and quilts were torn, she would mend them and use them again.
But sewing is not the same as making a whole garment, only when she did it did she realize that this was both laborious and exhausting. It took Chad several days of work before the jacket took shape.
Hans didn't make a sound, either, leaned out the window and watched her quietly.
No one would know if his gaze was too hot, just standing there for a short while, the person inside the house looked out, then the two of them met.
Chad's hand shook and the silver needle accidentally pierced her finger, little bit of blood seeped out.
Chad didn't even bother to wipe it, she dropped the jacket, which was almost done, rushed over and closed the window.
As soon as the small window was closed, the bolt was pushed against the door with something from the outside, fell to the ground with a "pop".
Then a figure flashed in, wearing a dark green robe, which hood was embroidered with a golden patterned, coldness was wrapped in his sleeves.
In the dim candlelight, he looked at Chad, with a bend in his brow, very gently: "You know I'll be here any minute. Why did you lock the door?"
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