Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 829
Don't be taken by the holy priests to a prison that doesn't look like a prison, where neither petty criminals nor heinous death row prisoners are held.

Instead, there are handsome men and beautiful women with beautiful looks.

Some of them were stripped and naked, and some were dirty and demented.

Han Wu was held alone on the bottom floor of this building, where his nightmare would begin.

Dozens of people controlled him and asked the manicurist to apply a layer of translucent pink nail polish on his long white and slender nails with well-defined knuckles.

As long as he didn't cooperate, he would be shocked by electric shocks until his whole body convulsed.

In the end, he was still stained with nail polish.

The group of people put on custom-made gold chains for him, neck, wrist, ankle, as long as he resists, electric current will sweep through the whole body.

This is just the beginning.

A coquettish man came in, pointed at his skin with a pointer and told him the sensitive points of men and women.

Han Wu spat a mouthful of blood on the coquettish man's white shirt tucked into his waist.

The coquettish man was not annoyed either, and stimulated his sensitive spots with a pointer.

Han Wu's whole body was flushed, he tried his best to endure, looking at the coquettish man with murderous intent in his eyes.

The coquettish man was not unresponsive after seeing him for so long, so he took the initiative to approach him out of doubt.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Han Wu grabbed the coquettish man by the back of the neck and poured him on the ground, grabbed the pointer from his hand, and pierced his throat without blinking. Don't be full of cold.

The coquettish man looked at Han Wu in horror, but it was too late, until he died without a trace of pain, staring at a pair of protruding eyeballs with reluctance to die.

Han Wu's movements were too fast, so fast that the priest in the prison didn't react.

When they reacted, they hurriedly pressed the switch.

The electric current flowed from the limbs, converged at the neck, and went straight to the top of the sky. Han Wu felt a convulsion in his body. He bit his tongue immediately to prevent himself from howling in pain. At the same time, he used this method to prevent himself from fainting.

The holy priest saw him huddled in pain, and stepped forward cautiously.

Unexpectedly, Han Wu could still move, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed the holy priest who came forward to check with the pointer that had just killed someone.

"Ahhh-"

Horrible screams erupted in the prison.

This time, they put furry rabbit ball gloves on Han Wu's hands.

Don't want to kill someone.

Another good-natured mom-san walks in, this time this one looks much more normal and serious.

Just sitting on a chair and instructing the assistants to put some *** clothes on Han Wu's boat.

The assistant couldn't get up after being kicked severely by Han Wu.

The new mother Sang showed displeasure, and soon, he smiled playfully and said in a gloomy tone: "I'm still a strong temper, but I have tamed eight hundred if not one thousand. If you are like you, eat some flesh and blood." Enough."

Under the instructions of the new mother Sang, the holy priest transferred Han Wu to the torture room next door.

As soon as the torture room door opened, a disgusting smell of carrion came in.

Han Wu looked even paler at the cold instruments of torture hanging on the wall.

Those filthy instruments of torture with countless bloodstains left on him took turns.

Han Wu suffered more and more injuries, and his nails were filled with blood, which is the evidence that he resisted when he seized the opportunity.

At the back, in order to tame him, the new mother Sang went out in person, took tweezers, pliers, and clips and forcibly pulled out the nails of his little finger.

And told him indifferently.

"Does it hurt? The more painful one is yet to come. This hand will make you remember in pain forever, you are a prostitute, you are a male prostitute."

Han Wu raised his broken face, with a trace of arrogance remaining in his eyes, his voice was hoarse, his tone was weak, and he growled, "Get lost."

The new mother Sangha laughed, turned around, her face twisted, and she took down a long black stick neatly.

With a wicked smile, he walked towards Han Wu.

(End of this chapter)