Chapter 8 The Camera Again
That night, Feng Si was especially rough, tormenting me in different ways.
He used a dark blue tie to cover my eyes. Hot, damp breath slid into my ear.
"Guess what position Xu Zichen and Sheng Yiyi are using next door?"
The dark made every touch grow wild. I felt his nimble fingers moving over me, pulling up a shiver.
I bit my lips in shame, trying not to let any sound out.
At first, I could still grit my teeth and endure.
Later, instinct wrecked me.
In that daze, I heard Feng Si unlock his phone. All the blood in my body froze.
"Are you fucking recording again?!"
I shouted in panic, struggling to tear the tie off.
He pinned my struggle with one hand and gave a low laugh. "It's fine. I'll just watch it myself. I'll delete it after."
Back then, he had said the same thing!
In that filthy equipment room, Feng Si had brought a pack of lackeys, pinned me to the floor, and put their hands all over me.
And he had sat in front of me at ease, set up a camera, and recorded every ugly second of me.
At that point, that Video was still stored intact on his computer.
It had become an Iron Chain locking me down.