Need for a Guard

Huang Huan looked at those instruments of torture, chattering and laughing, "What scene have I never experienced? Such a trick, you don't want me to surrender.|i^"

"I know you are a tough guy, but... No matter how tough a guy is, there will be times when he gets weak!"

Shi Yue responded to Huang Huan, pointed at the prisoners, and said to Lei Dahu: "Who are these people?"

Lei Dahu spat and said, "These people are death row prisoners in the black prison. There are too many murder cases on them. They are all thugs. Death is not a pity!"

Shi Yue nodded and said, "Then let's start!"

There are many ways to torture people in the black prison. Sun Meng, Fu Qiang, and Lei Dahu are all professionals in torturing prisoners on death row. If they demonstrate it live, the scene must be extremely terrifying.

Fu Qiang and Lei Dahu held a prisoner tightly like a chicken, and Sun Meng picked up a bamboo stick and poked it into the death row prisoner's nails.

He didn't accomplish it overnight, but poked very slowly, as if carefully carving a fine work of art.

The sharp bamboo sticks pierced the nails little by little, and blood flowed out from between the fingers, which only made the prisoner die of pain. He yelled and bit off his tongue, but his hands and feet were forced to die. Qiang and Lei Dahu are tightly controlled, no matter what happens, they can't break free.

The bamboo stick was pierced an inch, and accompanied by the sound of painful wailing, the bloody nails fell off from the fingers, revealing the scarlet flesh, and the blood was gurgling, as if crying.

The prisoner 'broke free' from Sun Meng's and Fu Qiang's big hands, and rolled back and forth on the ground in pain, begging for mercy.

Sun Meng waited for the prisoner to perform the heart-piercing pain, then grabbed him again, and started chewing the bamboo sticks again.

This cycle went on and on until the prisoner passed out with five bamboo sticks until he passed out from the pain, and then he was not let go.

At the beginning, Yan Tong had the courage to look at it a few times. When she saw the nail peeling off her finger, she no longer had the courage to open her eyes. She nestled in Shi Yue's arms and kept muttering, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! I I'm not afraid at all..."

Huang Huan witnessed the pain of the prisoners the whole time!

He could see the fear and despair in the prisoner's eyes, and seeing the blood dripping from the prisoner's bare fingers, he felt the fear of the death of a rabbit and a fox in his heart. |i^

Human psychology is very strange, and it cannot be taken away by common sense.

For example, when a boxer watches a boxing match, he feels very nervous, sweats all over his body, his brows tremble, and his pupils shrink. High concentration, and no mind to share the 'tension' emotions.

Shi Yue used this inner difference.

Some things are far more terrifying to watch and appreciate than to experience them personally. The brain will make up a five-point scary thing into a very scary thing. The tough heart will become more and more fragile as the horror is magnified. Slowly peel off, revealing a naked glass heart.

"Huang Huan, how does the bamboo stick taste? Would you like to try it?" Shi Yue pulled out the prisoner's bamboo stick, shook the bloody stick head on Huang Huan's face, and moved it to the emperor's nails Gently and soothingly rubbing.

dong dong...

Huang Huan's heart began to beat violently. He really doubted that Shi Yue would stab this stick into his nails.

Just thinking about it, I felt that I would be as miserable as that prisoner.

"Hmph! If you want to kill or cut, take it as you please. I don't know anything, and I'm not afraid of anything..." Huang Huan gritted his teeth, and said forcefully.

Feeling Huang Huan's fingers trembling slightly when being poked by the bamboo stick, Shi Yue knew that Huang Huan had fallen into a strange inner trap.

"Come on, continue to torture!"

Shi Yue gave instructions to Sun Meng, then patted Yantong on the back, and said softly: "Go out, this is something a man should do, it scares you, your face turns pale, like a timid bird rabbit."

"You are the rabbit!"

Yan Tong hugged Shi Yue's thick waist, put her small hand on the back of the waist and pinched it softly, buried her head in Shi Yue's arms, and said in a dependent way: "I'm holding you, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Okay then!" Shi Yue held Yan Tong's soft and slightly trembling body, and winked at Sun Meng again.

Sun Meng was jealous and ruthless towards enemies, villains, and villains. He asked Fu Qiang and Lei Dahu to bring over a death row prisoner, heat the branding iron red, remove the death row prisoner's clothes, and stick the dirty belly of the death row prisoner.

tear...

A delicious smell of barbecue permeated the entire secret room.

"Oh...it hurts!"

How can ordinary people bear the pain of being roasted alive?

The condemned prisoner screamed desperately, broke free from Lei Duhu's arm, cried and howled, and rolled back and forth on the ground. The appearance that life was worse than death, the dignity without life, was shocking to see-if there was no Where can a strong heart witness such painful torture?

Sun Meng licked his tongue, and said with a sneer, "This piece of meat must be extremely delicious when served as a dish!"

call!

Huang Huan's legs were trembling faintly, his crotch was filled with the desire to urinate, and the adrenaline surged up rapidly, only making his face turn red.

Watching the death row prisoner's struggle, Huang Huan fantasized about being eaten as a barbecue in his mind.

Sun Meng didn't care how painful the prisoner was wailing, so he grabbed the death row prisoner again and scalded his waist until the prisoner fainted to death before stopping his hands.

Huang Huan was so frightened that he was dumbfounded. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to torture himself when the flaming iron was attached to his waist. The fear of the unknown made him confused, and he was no longer as arrogant as before. ,abuse.

"Huang Huan, do you want to recruit?" Shi Yue said coldly, "This is a display by living people, you have to look carefully..."

"I……"

Huang Huan was panting like a cow, with a cold wind blowing from the back of his head, gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty: "I... I don't know anything!"

"Hehe! It doesn't matter, I think you will know soon..."

Shi Yue sneered, and gestured to Sun Meng again.

Sun Meng grabbed a death row prisoner and stabbed a hole in his leg with a military stab.

Goo-dong-dong!

bleeding profusely...

The death row inmate suffered the least pain, but the psychological trauma was the heaviest, most intuitive, and most ruthless.

Blood spewed out from the blood hole like a fountain of laughter, and the fresh life flowed away without any gap.

The condemned prisoner was terrified, and hurriedly covered the bloody hole with his hand to prevent the blood from flowing out.

But it didn't work. The blood had been suffocated for a long time, and flowed out from between the fingers - the military stab had already pierced a big hole the size of a thumb in the blood vessel wall. In any case, if there was no special treatment method, the blood would not be able to stop it... …

goo-dong-dong...

The house was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The death row prisoner's face was pale, half threatening, half bleeding and stunned.

After a stick of incense, the blood no longer flowed out of the blood hole, the condemned prisoner finally stopped moving, and the wailing sound disappeared invisible.

Sun Meng touched the death row prisoner's head with his foot, grinning grinningly, "Hey...he's dead!"

Huang Huan witnessed the heart-piercing pain of the death row prisoner all the way, and his heart was on the verge of collapse. Hearing that the death row prisoner was bleeding to death alive, his broken mind exploded.

The crotch flicked, this guy peed...