With her hands clasped together behind her back, the ball filling her mouth, and the collar with a chain around her neck, Camilla was stunned and tried to struggle.
This collar had the same effect as the spirit-binding rope. Once it was buckled, Camilla found that the magic power in her body was imprisoned, making it indifferent to her no matter how she mobilized it.
As for the metal shackles on her hands, although the edges were wrapped in soft fur, she couldn't break free without magic.
The hollow ball in her mouth made her cheeks bulge, almost filling her mouth. She couldn't speak and could only make whining sounds.
As for the weird collar and the metal chain connected to it, she immediately thought of those dogs imprisoned by humans, or those poor women imprisoned by perverts in legend.
In the blink of an eye, Camilla was shocked to realize that she was captured by Mag again. Although there was no shameful rope restraint, this set of equipment now made her feel even more ashamed and panicked.
This guy is indeed a pervert!
How could it be possible for a normal man to have such a perverted set of equipment on his bed at all times, and every move he made was so skillful, as if he had done it countless times before?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Camilla tried her best to look calm, but she was panicking in her heart.
"This pervert, what does he want to do to me?!"
"Does he want to imprison me here and use me as his wife?"
"Put a collar and chain on me. Does he want to treat me as his dog?"
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, and she never thought that she would fall over twice in a row at the hands of a stinky man.
"Not unfamiliar at all." Mag was also a little surprised at his skill, but as a dog lover, he did often put a collar on his puppy and take it out for a walk.
That would explain why he's so skilled, well, that's it.
Of course, as a gentle and polite gentleman, Mag's purpose in letting the system customize such a strange set of equipment was simply to prevent wolves.
Sure enough, it came in handy tonight and a female pervert (bat) was caught on the spot.
As for putting a ball in her mouth, the purpose was to prevent her from making strange noises during the interrogation and disturbing other people's sleep.
Although with the sound insulation standards customized by the system, even if the ball is not inserted, there is no need to worry about anyone hearing strange sounds.
The collar was made from a small section of Camilla's spirit-binding rope that Mag took last time. It is moral to bind someone else's neck with someone else's rope.
"I know you are panicked. It doesn't matter. I won't do anything to you." Mag turned on the warm light on the bedside and looked at Camilla with a smile, like the good boss who was gentle and kind to others.
Camilla looked at Mag's smile and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That's right. This guy is just a restaurant owner. How dare he really do something to her. She is Countess Bathory, the princess of the vampire clan. …
"However, you seem to have violated the contract between us. We agreed that you will work in the restaurant for one year, and I will give you the photo stone, and then we will be clean." Mag picked up a whip from the ground , spinning it in his hand, "But now less than a day has passed, why are you running into my room again?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Camilla wanted to explain.
"You don't need to explain, these things have fully demonstrated your purpose of coming." Mag flicked the whip in his hand and made a crisp sound in Camilla's ear.
Camilla suddenly became quiet, not daring to move or make a sound, looking at Mag, this guy almost slapped her delicate face.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Mag threw the whip back and smiled again.
Seeing Mag throw away the whip, Camilla breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this guy really didn't have the guts to do anything to her.
Mag flipped his wrist, and a white goose feather appeared on his hand. He slowly approached Camilla, and his smile gradually became abnormal.
Camilla was slightly startled when she looked at the feather in Mag's hand. What was this guy doing with a feather? Did he want to use this feather to make himself surrender?
Oh, it's ridiculous, how could the majestic Countess Bathory surrender to him just because of a feather!
"Now you have two choices. 1. Nod and swear in the name of your ancestors to surrender to me for one year from today and never disobey or try to resist; 2. Shake your head and accept my punishment until you nod. ." Mag looked at Camilla and asked seriously.
"For me to surrender to you, it's just a dream!" Camilla stared at Mag and shook her head firmly. No matter what methods this guy used to torture her, she would never surrender to him.
"Since you have no spirit of contract, I am forced to use some special means." Mag sighed, leaned over and pinched Camilla's ankle.
"Hmm!" Camilla was startled and wanted to take back her legs. Could it be that this pervert wanted to do that kind of thing to her...
But Mag's hands were so strong, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get her feet back. Suddenly, her feet felt cold, and the high heels she was wearing were actually taken off.
Mag threw the slender high-heeled hand aside, took a look at the green and tender jade feet and the round and lovely thumb like a pearl. He arched a beautiful arc because of nervousness, looked at Camilla calmly and said: "Nod, shake your head?"
Camilla shook her head firmly and looked at Mag with panic in her eyes. She had heard of a perversion called foot fetish. Could this guy be that kind of pervert? What disgusting things is she going to do to her cute little feet!
"Why bother?" Mag sighed, and the white feather she held in her hand was like a paintbrush, lightly drawing on the soles of her jade-white feet.
"Well -" Camila's whole body trembled as if she was electrocuted, and her mind went blank for a moment, and then it seemed like countless ants were crawling along the place where the feathers had just swept, and the tingling feeling made her His body was tense, and his blocked mouth could only let out a meaningless moan.
"The decision is up to you. When you have figured it out, just nod." Mag said flatly, the feathers drew circles on the soles of her feet, and swept between her fingers from time to time, as if she was sketching a painting with a brush. .
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Camila felt that her mind went blank. She thought of her feet being held in the hands of a man and playing with them arbitrarily. The itchy feeling seemed to be infinitely amplified, but her mouth was blocked and her hands were blocked. Being tied behind my back, the ambiguous warm light makes the sky and the earth inoperable.
Although her reason told her that she must not give in to this guy, after more than ten minutes of feather attacks, Camilla, who was soaked in sweat, finally nodded her head unbearably.
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