Being dragged into the execution room by two big-bodied and round-waisted Shu Shan, Damu Luo couldn't help but feel that the root of his nose was sore, and tears fell uncontrollably...

The terrible torture was about to begin, but she was still so timid that she didn't even dare to look at the faces of those female soldiers. She didn't even know if she could survive those horrific tortures. The pain - where was the end?

He was only covered with a thin prison robe and his feet were bare. His round breasts showed clear outlines, rising and falling rapidly in the dim light of the fire.

The leader, Shu Shan, was tall and thin. He looked the poor female prisoner up and down, lifted the woman's chin with force, and said viciously, "I'm going to interrogate you tonight. There are many severe punishments that you have never heard of or heard of." If you know the truth, confess it quickly, otherwise you will suffer a lot!"

Da Muluo couldn't help sobbing, biting his cheeks and started crying.

"Hahaha!" Shushan laughed wildly, "Are you scared? If you had known about this, why did you do it in the first place? Did you recruit or not?"

"You can do whatever you want. I won't admit anything I haven't done!" Damuluo tried his best to stop crying and gritted his teeth in response.

Shu Shan, the leader, waved her hand, and the few following her rushed forward and pulled off her robe in two or two turns, leaving nothing on underneath.

Da Muluo did not struggle, but appeared very calm. He did not cover his chest and private parts with his hands, but stood straight and naked, looking provocatively at the jealous women in front of him.[

The female general frowned, and the more she looked at the soft and graceful body in front of her, the more uncomfortable she felt. After a moment of silence, she suddenly shouted loudly, "Hang her to the rack!"

Damu Luo was then hung on the torture rack like the character "big". Without saying a word, he lowered his eyes sadly.

The female general walked to the center of the execution room with her hands behind her back and joked to the sisters: "She is indeed a beauty! Not to mention the men, even we women couldn't help but want to 'touch' her a few times when we saw her!"

Everyone's mocking eyes kept wandering around her body, from the mist-like cloud servant girl, the melancholy tearful eyes, the delicate pink cheeks, the soft cherry lips, to the Fengqiu that trembled slightly with her breathing, to the ravine. That little bright red mole...

Damuluo bit her lips tightly, recalling the fragmentary moments in the "Liu Meng Pavilion": being whipped, exposing herself in front of a strange woman for the first time in her life... .. Mr. Mu kept looking and "touching", and the sisters in the brothel often "touched" and "groped" half-jokingly. Over time, he got used to it. Walking all the way from the bohemian Fireworks Alley, Not to mention a few women, she could deal with a group of men indifferently...

Suddenly I understood Master Mu’s intentions——

For people in the dust, life is like fireworks and death is like fireworks.

For a prostitute, what is shame? What is dignity?

It’s just a lifeless doll! It’s not surprising that it is desecrated and abused no matter how much it is.

If you lower yourself a little, you will feel less painful. Just get used to it. If she had never walked into Xinyiwu, if she was still the original princess, how could she face the scene in front of her now? ?

A member of the family Shanxing hurriedly came forward, lifted up her wide trousers and looked at her unusually thin bare feet in surprise, shouting, "I have noticed these charming pairs of men for a long time. Feet that don't pay for your life!" The female prisoner looked up at the wandering female prisoner and asked, "Do you Bohai people also bind your feet? Khitan women have their feet bound since childhood. Your feet are so good! They are not deformed at all, they are as delicate as One less toe than a human!"

Everyone burst into laughter, leaving Damu Luo confused. She didn't know that Khitan noble women had the custom of binding their feet. There is a saying here that "if you are ashamed of your feet, you are not ashamed of your breasts." The female slaves bare their breasts and leak their breasts.

It's very common, exposing your feet is a great shame!
Chapter completed!