Chapter 43 Journey to Purgatory
Since I was framed and imprisoned, I have only had a few good days, and this time the disaster came, basically, it was going to send me to the rhythm of hell.
Without any warning, on this day, the warden summoned me.
Go to his office? No, I went to the torture room, not the interrogation room.
Before I even entered the torture room, my back started to feel cold, but I still had a sense of luck. I hadn't committed anything recently, and I was very law-abiding.
The only thing that makes me a little doubtful is that Mad Dog's Jin Ping Mei is not his fault. He should be the one to attack me first and make me a rebel.
I won't be a rebel, but I am afraid of death.
I don’t want to be a rebel, what I am entering now is a torture chamber, the existence of purgatory;
Unable to withstand the torture, I resorted to it. Even if the warden let me go, would the mad dog let me go? Not only will I die more miserably, but it will also involve my family. I care about Qian Yingying now, because when I pretended to be B that night, her actions moved me; if it affects Li Xueyu, I will really not be a human being. .
But I am really afraid of death. Can God give me a way to survive?
"I've been keeping to myself lately, why are you here?" I asked timidly.
The warden didn't answer my words at all, and ordered the prison guards to tie 567 to me more securely.
Immediately, two prison guards came forward and knocked me down, who was a small person. After three strikes, I was tied up so that I could not move.
"Can you tell me what mistake I made? Can't I change it?" I begged for mercy.
"Have you ever seen this thing?" the warden asked, holding up two meat hooks.
When killing a pig, the pig's body is hung on a meat hook.
"As long as you know, give it to 567 and pierce it into the upper arm." The warden ordered the prison guard.
There were two muffled sounds of "Puff, Puff", and two iron hooks pierced my left and right upper arms. Blood spurted out. I screamed and asked, "I will die to understand what mistake I made."
The warden ignored me at all and ordered the prison guards to hang me up.
The arms were pierced with iron hooks, or they were hung backwards to bear the weight of the whole body. You can imagine the pain.
I rolled my eyes in pain and almost fainted. In fact, I really wanted to faint, so that I wouldn't feel the severe pain.
How could the warden make my wish come true? He is the devil, the judge of hell for the prisoners.
The warden took out several silver needles.
Acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine is used to treat diseases. I never expected that the warden would actually know this skill.
The warden inserted the silver needle into my relevant acupuncture point.
Its function is to prevent me from suffering a self-emergency painful coma due to severe pain.
Acupuncture was originally used to treat illnesses and save people, but in the hands of the warden, it turned out to be an extremely painful method.
I wanted to pass out, but the warden wouldn't allow it.
Is begging for mercy useful? It may be useful for good people, but for evil people, it will only inspire their bestiality. I shut up and I can only carry it to death. My whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
If this is torture, it is too small to underestimate the warden. In the eyes of the warden, the pain I am suffering now is just an appetizer at best.
"How do you feel?" the warden asked.
I gritted my teeth and endured the severe pain without saying a word.
The warden motioned to the prison guard.
The prison guard understood this and put a forced mouth opener in my mouth. The mechanism of the forced mouth opener was opened. In this way, if I couldn't survive the torture, there would be no possibility of me biting my tongue to commit suicide. It was so vicious.
At this time, my feet were not touching the ground and I was suspended on the torture rack. All the weight of my body was borne by my upper arms that were pierced by iron hooks. An iron ball weighing several dozen kilograms hung on my ankle. My arm was about to dislocate as it was hung from behind.
I bent over as much as possible, hoping that my pain would be alleviated, but helplessly, the iron balls on my ankles continued to increase.
I'm almost confused. Shouldn't the warden get into the topic and ask me for relevant information? But he didn't, he was watching my endless pain with appreciation. He is the devil, the evil spirit even more evil than the devil. My vocabulary is too poor to express the perversion of the warden.
As if the warden wasn't cruel enough, he ordered the guards to lift my body.
Countless iron balls were forced on my body, and it was very difficult for the two prison guards to lift my body.
The warden called him useless, and he took action, working together with two prison guards to lift my body.
At this time I do not believe that the warden had a conscience and wanted to relieve my severe pain.
Sure enough, the warden shouted: "123 let go."
My body fell rapidly under my own weight plus the weight of countless iron balls.
I heard two muffled sounds myself, and my arms finally dislocated.
My current weight has lost the bearing of my bones and joints and can only be borne by my dislocated muscles, hanging helplessly in the air.
I don't know what the warden is studying in his daily life, but he knows that he has learned something, improved it, and innovated the NO2 torture version.
The No. 1 version of torture was probably invented by Fatty Fatty, and was applied to the body of a weak woman like Millennium Girl that night.
I didn't know it, but the warden knew it, and he was inspired by it and carried it forward and applied it to my body.
At this time, the warden ordered the prison guard: "Please ask the deputy warden to come over."
After a while, the deputy warden came to the torture room and immediately saw me being tortured, looking extremely painful.
The deputy warden asked: "What did this kid do again?"
The warden said: "It seems not, but I just invented a new criminal law and want to test the effect on 567's body."
The deputy warden twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "This is not according to the rules."
"Whether it is in compliance with the rules or not, I have the final say here. Besides, do you all have different opinions? Of course, I will be the villain, and you will be the recorder. Take a look at my newly invented torture device. is it effective."
Including the deputy warden, who dares to refute?
Unexpectedly, I was a very unlucky guinea pig who was used as a guinea pig. I had eighteen lifetimes of bad luck to meet such a vicious and perverted warden.
"It was just the preparation stage, now the deputy warden is here and the torture officially begins.
Is there any mistake? I was tortured until I was left with only three souls out of seven. This is the preparation work. I wanted to yell at the warden for being inhumane, but with the forced mouthpiece in my mouth, I could only make weird sounds like "ahhhhhh".
A pair of iron spike shoes is an upgraded version of the pair that Fatty Fatty tortured the Millennium Girl. The fluorescent ribbons with erotic meaning are missing and replaced with cowhide leather straps. The whole body is covered with barbed spikes. There are fewer spikes than the pair worn by the Millennium Girl. Some.
Don't think that the warden is merciful. The principle of pressure in junior high school physics is not explained much. The upgraded version, it must be the upgraded version, can pierce the soles of my feet more easily.
I don’t want to wear it, can I make the decision?
By the way, there is also a mosquito swatter, which has been upgraded to an iron rod.
Chapter 44: The fate of the betrayer
