Song Qiao's pupils shrank suddenly. Rong's father has always been unscrupulous, and it was expected that he could come up with such a method. She is indeed like a trapped fighting animal now. In addition to hoping that the people around her will find out about her disappearance as soon as possible, she can't do anything else.
There is no other way.
Rong's father stood there and waited for a while but did not see that Song Qiao was afraid to beg for mercy, which made him even more angry at her unkind temper.
"It seems that you are very satisfied with my arrangement." He said with a gloomy expression, "Dashan, go and find some men for our Miss Song now."
After he finished speaking, he took out a candle from the side and lit it in front of Song Qiao.
"You should have a good sleep before we come back," he said.
Song Qiao's eyes were like daggers, slashing at Rong's father.
Since it was something he took out, it must not be a good thing. There is probably some article in it.
Sure enough, after the candle was lit, a strange fragrance soon emitted. Song Qiao was keenly aware that something was wrong and subconsciously held his breath, but it was of no use.
Unless she suffocates herself to death, she will have to breathe sooner or later.
Song Qiao struggled for a moment, but was still forced to inhale a lot of gas, and his whole body soon felt weak.
Rong's father observed her state, and his face finally showed some satisfaction. He smiled and said, "Next, you can enjoy it slowly."
His voice fell next to his ears, as if it was far away in the sky. Song Qiao had completely lost his strength, and his eyelids kept drooping. In the only scope of his sight, he could only see Rong's father and Dashan's footsteps leaving one after another.
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Soon, there was a sound of the door closing, and no one was in the room. Song Qiao's tense mind could not relax. She knew that Rong's father must have found another man to fulfill his words.
She held her hands on the ground and climbed up with difficulty. She slowly moved to the door and tried to open the handle, but it had no effect. It must have been locked from the outside. Song Qiao had already expected it, but he didn't.
Feel disappointed.
But the fear in her heart was rising like a tide inch by inch, almost drowning her whole body.
Song Qiao fell weakly to the ground, tears falling from her eyes, and her whole body was shaking.
But as the time went on, she began to feel sleepy. Song Qiao was afraid that if she closed her eyes and fell asleep, when she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her would change, making it difficult for her to resist.
But no matter how Song Qiao pinched her thighs or bit the tip of her tongue, she could only stay awake temporarily, and soon her head would become dizzy again.
Just when Song Qiao was desperate, she suddenly saw the knife falling on the ground not far away. She seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. She braced herself and moved over, picked up the knife and took a look, and then struggled hard in her heart.
After all, no one has the courage to stab a knife directly into their own body.
Song Qiao took a deep breath, her heartbeat kept accelerating, and when her head started to feel dizzy again, she gritted her teeth and made a sharp cut on her leg, scarlet blood immediately gushing out from the wound.
The eye-catching color along with the severe pain made Song Qiao wake up suddenly. She was shaking all over. She sat there for a long time and then took out her mobile phone, trying to make a call or send a message for help.
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But even though Rong's father left, he still arranged the room in advance, so she didn't have any signal to make calls.
Song Qiao was filled with hatred and anger, and vented all her anger on the phone. She threw it out feebly, but due to lack of strength, the phone just fell in front of her, and there was no follow-up.
Song Qiao watched intently, her tears even faster than those she shed just now.
As time went by, the fragrance in the room became stronger and stronger. Song Qiao couldn't resist it and was forced to absorb more and more. His body began to feel a wave of heat and a strange desire.
Song Qiao lay on the ground, using the coolness of the ground to relieve the heat in his body, but it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst. After the initial reduction, it spread exponentially.
Song Qiao started to pull at his collar in discomfort, making a helpless sound.
Just when her discomfort reached its peak, the door was suddenly pushed open again. Song Qiao woke up in shock. Looking towards the door, she saw Dashan standing in front of her with several strange men, his eyes showing aggression.
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Song Qiao realized something and stepped back suddenly, but as soon as she made a move, she fell back weakly.
"The boss said that she can play with you as she pleases, but you have to save your life for the time being. It will be useful later." After Dashan finished speaking, he took out a camera and placed it not far away.
The dark camera was pointed at Song Qiao, like an invisible muzzle, ready to destroy her whole person and reputation at any time.
Song Qiao looked at the camera, and in a daze, she seemed to have seen countless pairs of eyes hidden behind it, looking at her unscrupulously, with ferocious faces like wild beasts that could devour her at any time.
Just when Song Qiao was frightened, a man came over and put his big hand directly on her shoulder. Song Qiao was frightened and took out the knife she had held before and stabbed him in the abdomen.
Perhaps it was the strength that grew out of despair, but she stabbed into the man's body accurately this time. The blade easily penetrated the man's skin. As Song Qiao pulled out, a string of
Blood beads.
Blood splashed onto Song Qiao's face, making her whole body look particularly terrifying.
The man didn't react at first. When he felt the pain, he immediately covered his abdomen and backed away screaming, "Ah... beat her to death! Beat this woman to death, she actually dares to attack me."
What Song Qiao did directly challenged Dashan's bottom line. He rushed over with an angry look on his face, slapped Song Qiao hard in the face, "Damn it, you still dare to do it, don't do it today."
Die to you."
The hand like a cattail leaf fan came down and hit Song Qiao so hard that stars appeared in her eyes. Her head was buzzing and the smell of blood in her mouth was getting stronger and stronger.
She turned her head and smiled coolly, "If I don't resist, will I be tortured by you? I'm dreaming."
Dashan didn't bother to say anything more to her. He turned to the others and said, "Don't talk nonsense to her. Get started quickly. The boss is waiting for us to do business."
As soon as they heard this, the other men immediately started to take action. The one holding the camera took the camera. Others came over and grabbed Song Qiao's hands and feet, trying to restrain her first to prevent her from moving again.
The knife in Song Qiao's hand was taken away by them with strong force. The man holding the knife patted Song Qiao's face with the knife, "You are the only one who still wants to play with the knife. You are too young."
, if my brother hadn't been unprepared just now, would you have succeeded?"
Song Qiao didn't speak and struggled hard, but the impulse in her body had begun to deprive her of her reason. She felt the hands on her body, and besides being disgusted, she actually wanted more.
