Thorns and Roses 1-9+ Extras (12/15)

Extra chapter: The diary of Yang Yiqian, the girl in red. Chapter 1 When I woke up, I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious. I just felt that my head was about to split open. The injury on my head made my thinking a little confusing. The person who kidnapped me has quickly bandaged my wound, at least it's not bleeding now. I don’t know where this is, let alone what time it is. The coma made me lose my sense of time. There is an old-fashioned light bulb hanging on the roof. It is very dark. The room is very narrow, only a dozen square meters at most. Apart from a dilapidated modular bed, there is no other furnishings in the room. The walls are covered with newspapers. The whole room is... �There was a musty SMell, the SMell of earth. I shouted for help, but there was no answer. My voice was hoarse, but it didn't help. I couldn't hear any sound from outside at all. After observing carefully for a long time, I felt that this seemed to be a cellar since I grew up in the countryside. This is so low, so short. I have a splitting headache and I can't think anymore. I'm so tired and hungry. I just want to sleep for a while. The "black taxi Driver" had stripped me of all my clothes, leaving only two pieces of close-fitting white Underwear. In fact, as soon as I woke up, I hurriedly checked my private parts. Surprisingly...that "black Driver" didn't... The second paragraph: I can't remember what day it was. Without a watch, I couldn't determine the time. I was starving to death and my throat was so thirsty. Could it be that this man dug a grave for me and left me here to die? I cried bitterly when I thought about this, but by the end of the crying, my tears were all gone. The desire to survive kept me from giving up, even if I wanted to live for my mother. Today I took a closer look at the cellar. The space is SMall. On the wall opposite the modular bed, there is an iron door. It is strange. This door is only half the size of the body. This iron door seems to be welded by hand, because the door The handle on it looks like a drawer handle, not something I've seen before; it makes a dull sound when you knock it, so the iron door must be very thick. The SMell is so strong and the air is not fresh. If you look around carefully, there is only a SMall plastic water pipe two fingers thick extending from the iron door on the wall. If you get closer, you can feel the slight flow of fresh air. The air in the cellar is becoming more and more turbid. It is difficult to breathe now, and it feels hotter and hotter. I can write this because I accidentally found a discarded battery under the bed a few days ago. Later I thought about it, maybe that person had used a flashlight for lighting when digging the cellar, and somehow he had discarded the used battery here. I took out the carbon rod of the battery, tore off a few pieces of stale newspapers in the corner and wrote these contents. This is the only thing I can do now. I wonder if anyone will see these things I wrote. The rest will be There is only waiting, terrible, quiet waiting. Numberces LE â€?There was a tattered sheet on the bed that was full of holes, oily, greasy, and SMelled bad. I don’t know how long I have to wait, I feel like I’m really going to die, I feel like I’m about to give up. mom, then mom will be the only one left in the world. She can’t die. I have to hold on and live even if I drink urine. mom, I miss you. I miss you. I must live. If I give up, what should I do? Paragraph 4: I’m so hungry and thirsty. Is it true that no one will come? Today I dreamed that my mother bathed me when I was little. I miss my mother so much. I feel so comfortable when I take a bath in my dream, so comfortable. I haven't been able to take a shower for a long time, and I haven't even been able to take a sip of water. Paragraph 5: The most terrifying thing is the endless waiting. The result of waiting is that there is no end. I feel like I am going to die. I feel so uncomfortable. Please come and save me. Even if it is the devil, I don’t want to die. In the sixth paragraph, I slept for a long time. I felt like I had fainted. I had started to have hallucinations. It might be due to the lack of water for many days. My whole body was so dirty. The SMell of the cellar was so unpleasant. It was excreted in the past few days. Things are piled in a corner of the cellar. How many days will I stay here?] Half-conscious, I saw the heavy iron door being opened, and the man actually came. I didn't know I actually started sobbing when I saw him like this, but unfortunately I couldn't even cry. I really didn't want to die, I really didn't want to. Maybe I didn’t expect that I would still be alive after so many days. He looked very surprised. He walked to the bed and looked at me curled up on the bed. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and left. I don't know where the strength came from, and I struggled to roll from the bed to the ground. I weakly grabbed his trouser legs and looked at him with bright red eyes. He stopped and looked down at me, who was crawling on the ground. His eyes were so complicated, but in the end he shook off my hand and left. It was over, it was really over... That beast in paragraph 8 today I guessed what he was going to do as soon as I arrived, and he stripped off the two remaining fig leaves, but I still wanted to resist with all my strength, but I had not had enough rice and water for a few days and I had no energy left, and I couldn't resist him at all. After fierce resistance, he was still raped. His penis is so big, so big, and somehow it reminds me of the donkey whip I saw when I was living in my Hometown. After his brutal penetration, I felt that my lower body was almost torn apart. He kept doing it for a long time, and it seemed that he would never get tired. I cried, yelled, and fussed, trying desperately to get rid of him, but I didn't expect to look so thin. The short man was so strong that he didn't give me any chance to break free, until he finally tortured me into a human shape. When it was over, he was a little surprised when he saw the blood pouring out from between my legs. Maybe he didn't expect that I was still a Virgin. This is the first time in my life... I have never done any evil, why did God treat me like this? My lower body hurt so much, it felt like it was about to be torn apart. I cried in pain for a whole day. He didn’t do anything to me or say anything.Leave the big bag of snacks and a dozen bottles of water with me, and then leave. I was so afraid that he would come again, but what should I do if he didn't come? Suddenly I thought of death. Chapter 9 I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel so hungry again. The day before yesterday, I couldn't help holding it in anymore, so I took it in a plastic bag, and I kept it in a plastic bag for several days in a row. The food that the man brought has finished eating again, and I am going to run out of food again.=] My throat feels a little sore, and I'm worried that I've caught a cold. Section 11: During this period, my lower body hurts and seems to be swollen. If you look closely, there is indeed a large swelling. My first time was taken away like this. It used to be the only pride of a rural girl like me. Now I think about it. It’s really ridiculous. Those city bedmates often laugh at me and say, In our time, when I was still a Virgin at this age, I can only say that I was too unattractive. Now that I think about it, my charm was probably too alluring, so I was kidnapped. The pain made it uncomfortable to move my legs, and I didn't want to move, so I stayed in bed all day long.paragraph 12 I haven’t written anything for a long time. I no longer know what time it is, let alone what to write. Paragraph 13 I hope that person can come. I just want to survive now, I just want to survive. Paragraph 14 The old light bulb flickers on and off. If the light goes out, it will be completely dark. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on anymore. Maybe I should rip out the wires and electrocute myself and that would be the end of it. Paragraph 15 He finally came. When I saw him, I burst into tears. I was really scared. I didn’t want to die, I just wanted to live. He may have wanted to rape me again, but when he saw my lower body which was already red and swollen, he turned around and left. I scrambled to crawl over again, grabbing her clothes tightly in panic, not wanting to let him go. I was too scared. I was afraid of the dark, hunger, loneliness, and even more...death. But I didn't dare to say it. He shook off my hand and said to me silently: "Wait until I come back." Then he left. Unexpectedly, he actually asked me to wait for him. It was the first time in a long time that I heard someone speaking to me.since I don’t know whether he passed out or fell asleep, but he slapped my butt hard several times before I woke up. This time he bought me a lot of food, especially mineral water, which he brought in 5 or 6 boxes. They also bought me a toilet bucket, which is a bucket with a toilet lid on top. What surprised me the most was that she actually bought me a lot of cold medicines and anti-inflammatory medicines, both Oral and topical. I cried, I don’t know why, I cried so hard. In front of this person, this person who put me into a hellish life, I cried, whether I was wronged, sad, resentful, or grateful...I can’t tell. I was eating, but he asked me to raise my butt high. I didn't resist. For some reason, I felt that everything was going SMoothly and he could do whatever he wanted.Maybe it was because my lower body was too swollen and I hadn't washed it for a long time, so he didn't insert it, and instead tried to insert it into my Asshole, but as soon as he tried it, I almost shed tears of pain. I didn't dare to scream or resist, because now I just want to live. He must have seen the clues, but unexpectedly, he didn't press the bow on the overlord. Watching me keep eating the bread, he put the big and terrifying man's object to my mouth and asked me to...suck it, but I...didn't resist. Somehow, I really don’t have the strength, let alone the heart to resist. Now I just want to live... Maybe I sucked too hard, or he thought I wasn’t attentive enough, because I was busy eating bread at the same time. , while turning his head and sucking on his thing a few times, it was covered with sticky bread batter. In the end, he didn't let me suck anymore, but looked at my face and started to squirt... finally, he sprayed all the ejaculate into my mouth, and he let me eat it without letting a drop leak out. I... Agreeing, I ate everything with bread... Paragraph 17 After seeing that I obeyed a lot, he came more frequently than before. I gradually stopped resisting, and he gradually became less violent towards me. To be honest, his pussy was really big, like a thick iron pipe when it was fully bulged. Although I was a Virgin before I was arrested, I had secretly watched some European and American movies on the Internet. But this man's thing can be said to be much larger than that of European and American men. He is very short and looks thin, but after taking off all his clothes, you will find that he actually has a beer belly of a medium size. It made him look ridiculous and vulgar. But now here, this man is everything to me, the only possibility for me to survive. Here he is God, the God in charge of my life and death. However, he really... Paragraph 18: Seeing his mood getting better , I started to make some requests to him, hoping that he would let me take a shower and leave me an alarm clock to let me know the time, but the request for the alarm clock was ruthlessly rejected, but he agreed to take a shower. I'm afraid the stench of the cellar was too much for even this dirty man. When he came to see me this time, he first cleaned the "room" with me and took out the garbage and feces. Then he connected water pipes from outside and put some cold water in for me. I thought he was making me simple. After taking a cold bath, I hurriedly scrubbed my body with cold water, but after a while he brought in two thermos bottles of hot water from outside. Later, he wanted to drag in a large bathtub from outside, but unfortunately the hole in which it came in was too SMall and couldn't fit it in at all. No success. But in the end, he handed me a SMall basin through the hole and asked me to wash it with cold and hot water. I don’t know what to say, but this man actually has such a warm-hearted side. After fixing the water, he washed my hair, rubbed my back, limbs... and that area... His fingers were so rough, he must have been involved in heavy manual labor, but his hands were very strong. When he asked me to clean my shameful area, he first asked me to lie on the ground like a dog, and then wiped my back with a towel. His movements were very gentle.When he moved my buttocks, he deliberately slowed down his movements and became stronger. My two buttocks were constantly being rubbed by the towel, which gradually turned red. His other free hand , but he kept wandering around the sensitive area of ​​​​my lower body intentionally or unintentionally, and his thick middle finger kept sliding in the gap between my two labia. Gradually, the slippery Vagina began to flow out of liquid. Under the lubrication of the vaginal fluid, his fingers His movements became faster and faster, and finally his fingers stopped on the already raised clitoris and started to twist gently. Just when I was gradually starting to lose my mind, someone slapped my butt hard. It didn't hurt, but the crisp sound made me jump a little. I turned my head to look in shame. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with pride. Then he gently unfolded the towel and wiped it all the way down my buttock groove, especially the congested clitoris, which was covered by the towel. The hard fuzz on my upper body was tortured back and forth... Suddenly, a strong big hand suddenly inserted the rough towel into my Vagina. The muscles between my legs instinctively contracted and clamped, and several fingers hidden in the towel were also sucked by the Vagina. Once inside, he didn't stop. He was still moving his flexible wrists to torture me. The stinging fuzz and the weak inner wall of the Vagina kept rubbing. My arousal was like a wild horse running wild, soaring into the sky. Is this sex? ? No wonder those city students talk about "sex" all the time, and they all flock to it. It turns out that it feels like this, so sour, so painful...so sweet. "Ah..." I let out a charming groan from my shy throat, and the muscles between my legs and abdomen became more and more tense. I was fully looking forward to the moment that I was looking forward to, but at this moment, that annoying big hand , suddenly stopped all movements. My face turned red, I bit my lip lightly and turned to look at him again, but he glanced at me lying on the ground casually, and said to me calmly: "Call me Brother." "Big...big... ...Brother." I said shamefully. As soon as I said the words, I really wished there was a crack in the ground for me to crawl into. Then, he quickly took off his clothes, and his steel-pipe-like cock was proudly displayed in front of me. But it was different from the past. This time I... I was full of expectations. "Say, Brother, I want a big cock..." He raised his head and stood up, looking at me with contempt as I lay on the ground with my butt raised high, "Brother... I want... a big cock." The sound is so low that I can't even hear it myself. What else can I choose at this moment but to obey.