C79

The room was square, about fifty square meters, with simple furnishings. In the middle was a black rectangular metal shelf, above which hung two short chains with handcuffs, under which were two shackles. In addition, the cuffs and shackles could be moved left and right. Along the way, there were many buckles.

The walls opposite the door were neatly hung with exquisite whips of varying thickness. The whips were all of different styles, enough to set up a whip exhibition. On the floor in front of the wall where the whip hung, there was a deep purple chair that could not be seen clearly.

Once inside, old Komarran went straight to the chair and sat down in front of it. The fox girl that everyone called 'mother' walked up to the wall behind him. Her eyes swept across all the whips and finally took off the one on the far left. This whip was the most special of all, because it was the shortest of all, only a little more than a meter in length. Moreover, the body of the whip was forged from extremely flexible metal, and there was a sharp metal prick at the tip of the whip.

Her hand gently stroked the whip, so gentle that it was as if she were stroking her own child. At this moment, her eyes were filled with blazing flames, and her breathing quickened. After that, she placed her hand on her exposed skin and extended her middle finger. Her eyes blurred and her body trembled slightly.

Although Kuma had his back to her, he knew exactly what she was doing. Seeing that she was standing there consoling herself, he could not help but say, "Mother, are you so excited at the sight of the whip?"

Kuma's words made the lost fox girl much more clear-headed. She put the middle finger of her left hand, which was covered in sparkling liquid, into her mouth and sucked it. Then, she turned around and walked in front of Kuma and handed him the whip in her right hand.

Seeing the whip she handed to him, Kuma smiled faintly. "Mother, this whip has never been used before. Aren't you afraid that I might accidentally kill you?"

"Mother would like to be whipped."

As the fox girl spoke, she began to pull off the leather clothes. As the leather clothes were a bit tight, she had to put some effort into it. The leather jacket distracted her, and the burning desire in her eyes faded.

Perhaps it was because of the long term binding of her leather clothes, but her figure could be said to be perfect. There was absolutely nothing superfluous about her. She tossed the leather-covered leather jacket onto the ground and walked towards the square metal rack. She kicked her legs apart and stuffed her feet into the shackles of her feet, then bent down and strangled them. Then he got up and put his left hand into the top left handcuff, while his right hand clamped the handcuff shut. Next, his right hand.

By this time, Komarran had already stood up and walked up to her. Seeing that she was ready, he immediately set the cuffs and shackles on her feet to their maximum size. This way, the fox girl would be able to remove the word 'meter' from her face.

Although that position made her very uncomfortable, she did not have that sort of awareness. Instead, she was looking forward to what was about to happen.

"Sir, let's begin. Mom can't wait any longer."

The corner of Kuma's mouth twitched. He wanted to force out a smile, but because he had forgotten about this expression for a long time, he was unable to show it in the end. However, his meaning was very clear. He raised his whip and stroked the dark red blade on the left side of the fox girl's chest. The fox girl immediately groaned and at the same time, a dazed look flashed across her charming eyes. When the groan was heard, Kuma's right hand, which held the whip, swung back, and he lashed out at the left side of Fukuoka.

With a "wuu" sound, it sounded like a watermelon being cut into a watermelon. Then, the fox girl excitedly shouted out. The whip with the metal spike had sunk slightly deeper into the ground to her left. Komarran's right hand jerked backwards, causing a large chunk of the fox girl's plump chest to fall off. Immediately, blood spurted out. Komarr's whip snapped again, followed by another. This time, it was her lower abdomen. After the whip left, the fox girl's lower abdomen left a long mouth, from which her intestines slipped out. This time, the fox girl's voice was filled with even more passion. If they hadn't seen this scene and had heard the voices, they would have definitely thought that the two of them were in the bedroom.

Melinda woke up with a start and immediately understood her situation. As the fox-woman who called her mother had said, she was indeed hanging on the wall. Her hands and feet, her neck and her waist were locked in place by the metal rings sticking out of the walls. Since her neck was also stuck, there was a limit to her line of sight. Even so, from the corner of her eye, she combined the sensations of her body and could tell that she was some distance from the ground. Although the distance was not too far, it made it impossible for her to complete even a single movement.

Previously, when the four women had pulled her up by her hands and feet, she had struggled, but to no avail. In the end, due to her fear of the unknown, she fainted.

When she realized that there was no one in the room, she felt slightly more secure. After overcoming her fear, she began to look around the room.

There were many metal rings of different sizes on the walls. These metal rings occupied two sides of the four walls. Combined with her situation, she knew that these were used to fix people. Looking at the positions of the metal rings, Melinda was able to determine the distance between her and the ground.

Out of the two remaining walls, the one with the door was empty. On the other wall, there were a lot of tools that she had never seen before, let alone knew what they were used for.

In the middle of the room, there was a meter-wide, two-meter-long, and five-meter-tall black metal table. Next to the metal table, there was what seemed to be a recliner that was about the same height. This thing was similar to a recliner, but very different. The thing was wavy, and there was no place for it.

There was nothing else in the room. She did not realize that in the depths of her heart, the monsoon was already irreplaceable. In some ways, it even surpassed the position of her father.