In the five-star presidential suite, Louis was torturing a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy. The frail boy was hung high on the big black bed, without any hair. The boy had a very handsome face.
His facial features are incredibly delicate, his skin is whiter than snow, and his deep eyes are like two black grapes, unusually beautiful. But at this moment, they are full of pain and despair, like a little beast trapped in an abyss, whimpering and moaning. To read the novel, go to *.net
His hands were hung, and his white body was covered with whip marks one after another. Some were red and some were bleeding. They looked particularly shocking on the snow-white skin. His chest and lower body were filled with extreme emotion.
There was a "colored" metal ring with a bell hanging underneath. Louis whipped him along with the soft whip. The young man struggled in pain and the bell made a strange sound.
Aphrodisiac, ambiguous...cruel!
Louis was fully dressed. In his casual clothes, he looked like a man as tall as a mountain and extremely handsome. His emerald green eyes were peaceful and appreciative, admiring his masterpiece on the young man with a kind of calm admiration.
A gentle smile overflowed from the corners of the lips