Chương 32: 010 Love and Hate
Elaine carefully tiptoed over and picked out one of the pieces on the sink that was the right size, with a sharp corner.
The latch is seamlessly connected, without the key, it was impossible to unlock it. But she could start with the leather fabric, using the glass to cut open the collar.
She didn't dare to use any force, either, afraid of hurting herself, with only a little, grinding, a little by little cut.
The result is naturally not cut open, also did not know what material is made of, just feeling like leather, in fact, but very strong.
At first, a small grinding for two hours, put down a touch, and only to find that there is no even a chip.
Then anxious, and began to increase in force, and took another hour or so. Even accidentally cut a line of blood in his jaw, the collar was still intact.
Elaine's hands were exhausted and her neck was sore from holding one position for so long. The energy of the afternoon was wasted, and all that was left was a self-destructive decadence...
[ Wear it, just wear it. It's not like I'm going to see anyone else anyway. ]
Besides, Jeff had put it on her, and seemed quite pleased with it, so if it had been cut open, Jeff would probably be furious again.
Thinking about it. And gradually a wave of fear rose. The staff pulled open the small window and brought in dinner, meaned that it would soon be eight o'clock, then Jeff would come here.
Elaine hurriedly cleaned up the bathroom. The big pieces of glass were picked up and thrown in the trash, a few paper towels were thrown on top to cover them, and the smaller pieces were flushed down the drain.
Smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on the collar, rearranged the tag around her neck to make it look the same as last night.
But even so, when Jeff opened the door that night, his eyes swept the bathroom, immediately noticed something. On the spot, his face went black: "Where's the mirror?"
Jeff's face was grim.
Elaine watched him step towards her, teeth were chattering with fear. But still, she tried to weasel out of it: "Ah ... I, I broke it by accident."
"Is that so?" Jeff stopped in front of her and extended his index finger and hooked the tag dangling at her collarbone.
"You're not trying to get the collar open with the glass, are you?"
"Of course not, I didn't ..."
"What did you use to break it?" The man narrowed his eyes, directly interrupted her words.
Elaine realized that something was wrong, scowled and refused to answer, and she intuited that if she told the truth, she would not end up in a good place.
But there were only a few things in the cell, Jeff was not stupid, how could not he guess.
He reached out with his left hand and pulled open the nightstand next to him. Then, under Elaine's horrified gaze, slowly rummaging through, finally, he picked out a few pieces of equipment.
"Is this it?" Jeff held up a pair of handcuffs and waved them in front of her eyes.
Elaine couldn't figure out what he was trying to do, just shook her head.
"Could it be this?"
Another mouth Shackle was picked up, made of metal, in the incandescent light reflected a cold, hard glow.
The corners of Elaine's mouth turned downward, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she begged him: "I know I'm wrong. ..."
"Not a mouth shackle either? Then it's this, right?" Jeff ignored her, put down the object in his hand and picked up a wooden dildo and displayed it in front of her eyes.
Elaine was as if it had been electrified, shivered uncontrollably.
"Looks like this was used," Finding the right answer, Jeff smiled. Only the corners of his mouth curved coldly, no emotion at all under his eyes.
"You like this?"
"No, no, I don't like!" She could probably imagine how Jeff was going to punish her, with hands were shaking, her voice was shaking, and regretfully repentant.
"Bad puppy, lying again," A hand dangerously covers the back of Elaine's head, with thumb rubbing the back of her ears in a circular motion, repeated the question again:
"Do you like it, or don't you like it?"
"Like, like ..."
Elaine thought Jeff was going to force her to say she liked it, just wanted to fuck her, and she thought Jeff was going to force her to say she liked it.
But she underestimated the other man's anger, Jeff took Elaine's wrists with one hand and dragged her to the bed with the other. With his other hand, he grabbed the handcuffs he had just dropped and opened them in front of her eyes.
With two clicks, the cuff wrapped around the rail of the bed, locking the two defenseless hands together.
"Since little Elaine likes it. I'll play with you tonight, how about that?"
It was more of an announcement than a request for advice. Jeff straightened up and grabbed the back of Elaine's collar and yanked it down. There was the sound of fabric tearing and the not-so-good quality of the dress was ripped right off, revealing a large piece of smooth and white back.
A "crashing" sound, then came the sound of pulling out the belt.
Elaine had heard this sound many times before, almost by reflex, she didn't care about the restraint of her hands, but twisted her body and looked back.
The begging words had already reached her mouth, but a metal ball gagged her. Jeff shoved the gag into her mouth, while tightening the ligature around the back of his head from both sides. Then, while slowly folding the strap in his hand, he said, "Be a good girl and hold on to the pain. Don't bite yourself."
"Uh-uh-uh--" The netted prey refused vaguely with the yoke in its mouth, and the naked body shrank forward, but the demon's grip was too strong to escape.
Jeff raised his arm.
"Snap!" It was the crunching sound of the belt landing on the flesh, because he used a deft touch, after being whipped by a two-finger wide belt, Elaine's skin did not open up and also didn't hurt.
But immediately, as a red mark appeared on her back and swelled up, felt the effect only after the fact, like a million ants gnawing on a wound that was about to heal.
Painful, itchy, and numb, most capable of destroying Elaine's will.
*
Chad and Edric could not help but look a little dumbfounded, wasn't until Orville coughed lightly that she snapped back to attention.
"Lord Duke, "She saluted first, then signaled: "When did you get here?"
Orville: "Just now."
He paused for a moment, then he said: "I saw a man standing on the roof from afar, so I came to take a look."
Chad didn't realize that just now she was crouching on the roof of the house and introspecting ... The Duke saw it all. At once, she felt as if she had been stripped naked, ashamed to bow my head.
The good thing is that Orville doesn't seem to have any intention of making things difficult for her, carelessly beckoned to her: "You're here to hold the umbrella for me."
Chad took a few steps forward and took the umbrella with ease, then looking back at Edric who still timid, followed her with the wooden box.
Chad didn't dare to get too close to Orville, so half of her body was outside the umbrella.
Her heart was still in turmoil like a tangled mess, thought about the embarrassing incident that had made her blush, while also thought about the poor little Ainsworths behind her.
Halfway through the walk, Chad finally found the courage to look at Orville again.
Orville saw her suddenly stop in her tracks, so tilted his head too: "What?"
The two of them were so close to each other that Chad's heart was beating like a drum, she handed the umbrella back to the Duke, and then looked down to avoid his gaze, slowly, she said with gestures: "I ... want to take this kid as a disciple."
Orville did not speak: "He is only seven or eight years old. But he doesn't go to school anymore, every day, only learns to dance with Janet. Sooner or later ... sooner or later," Chad didn't know what to say, so there was a pause before he continued to gesture, "He's so young, he's got a choice in life."
Orville had known the boy was the orphan of the Ainsworths, because they'd met before at some dance, but he did't want to care about it. But hearing Chad talk about it, now he's willing to look Edric in the eye.
He looked thin and short, weak as if a gust of wind could blow him away. The thinness of his body makes him look heavier and lighter, looked like a head poked on a few stalks. Although he had grown a few years older, but it seemed to be thinner than when Orville saw him a few years ago.
The good thing is that his face was still pretty good-looking. But in Orville's eyes, it was just a slightly better looking ugly thing.
"If you want to take on a pupil," Orville said: "you can go to Lionel's in the outer house and pick out a potential boy."
Chad shook her head, she wasn't looking for an heir, just wanted an apprentice who could use a sword. Besides, when the Duke had taken her in, she was also just as skinny: "I just pity him."
"You pity him? How can a slave who has not yet been freed from his lowly status pity the heir of a candle factory? ( Although with Janet around, he won't be able to inherit smoothly )," Orville felt a little funny, and then asked slowly and rhetorically, "He is the only heir of the Ainsworths, and will inherit the factory with a bright future.
And you want to take him as a pupil and train him to be a knight with his head tied to his trouser belt?"
Edric was actually very smart, knew that if he stayed with the Ainsworths, he might not inherit the candle factory, but he was likely to be disposed of for no apparent reason. Even if he was a child, but sure that he never sleepwalked, so it's impossible to fall down the cellar well because of sleepwalking, and if it wasn't for his old maid, Mrs. Mary, who found him in time, then he must have been soaked out of shape.
And after that incident, the old servant of the house was also dismissed by Janet.
He realized that this was his only chance. So he took a few steps forward and knelt down towards
Orville: "I'd like to go back to practice swordplay with this lord. I can learn everything, no worse than anyone who grew up practicing swords.And, I ... have eaten less!"
Orville looked at him with a condescending look, seeing the boy liked seeing a dirty cat or dog: "You a young master who was raised with care and attention, are you sure you want to be a knight in the territory?"
Chad's eyes dimmed and he looked at Orville with a look that could be described as pleading, slowly she signaled: "He's still a child, and that's when I started practicing swordplay. If I had disciplined him more closely, I'm sure he would have been just as good as the children who grew up in the martial arts studio ..."
It was a rare occasion that she dared to ask Orville for something, a first for her.
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