My Four Other Selves Chapter 87
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As those words left from his mouth, Zhang Yong shot him a glare and he only smirked at that.
The whip now came crashing down on Zhang Yong. The torturer wiped Zhang Yong with all his might. It struck his skin really badly and made a loud "Slash" sound.
His watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of his neck bristled. A gaggle of goose pimples laminated his frigid, naked skin.
He finally realized what happened to him and he yelled really hard. He opened his mouth really wide like his voice would come out really big.
Zhang Yong moved and tried his best but wasn't able to do anything so felt really helpless. His both hands were tied with those chains quite tightly and whenever he moved he felt like the metal was ripping off his skin causing a burning sensation in both of his wrists.
The torturer again whipped Zhang Yong but this time his scream was caught in his throat, his throat went dry because of all the yelling earlier and because of the dirt around him.
He opened his mouth wide to scream and did his best to let his voice come out but it never came.
It only came as a squeal by Zhang Yong at which the man in front of him who kept on whipping him chuckled at his current state.
Satisfied because of his torture he once more moved his whip and again whipped Zhang Yong. He was now only crying in silence. No one was there to save him from that torturer.
The smell in the room was enough for him to throw up any minute. He was getting dizzy but was trying his best not to be unconscious as those men were still here.
They could do anything with him and he wouldn't let them do anything with him so was trying his best not to break down
Zhang Yong's mind was still filled with the questions that why was he here? What do they want from him? Who are these people? Did they want to kill him or only torture him like this?
The torturer finally dropped the whip on the floor when he felt satisfied after wiping Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong closed his eyes and sighed in relief thinking that it had ended finally but he didn't know what more was coming and going to do with him?
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Zhang Yong was breathing heavily and trying his best to control his emotions. The torturer again walked towards the side of the room and went towards his collections of many weapons and again moved his hand on it thinking what he might use now.
Just as he was doing that the door got opened and now another man stepped in, he was also looking really dangerous.
A huge scar was there on his face and he looked really deadly. One look from him and the other man could pee in his pants.
He walked towards the man who was checking out his collection and said something in his ear which Zhang Yong wasn't able to hear.
Zhang Yong wanted to hear what they were talking about and tried his best to find out but wasn't able to hear. The man finally left not before giving a last look to Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong gulped hard when that demon's eyes went on Zhang Yong and his legs started to shiver badly.
If not for those chains holding him in place, he would have fallen down on the floor long ago. His brain had completely shut down. He wasn't thinking about anything anymore.
The only thing he was thinking at that time was about all the pain in his body and heart. He was just praying that somehow Senior Zhang Yong would come and save him from there. The torturer's smirk widened and he picked up a little scissor from a kit-like box.
Zhang Yong was already waiting for that man's next movement and was moving here and there to see what might he choose now to torture him.
All his hair was coming on his face and because of sweat they got stuck there on his forehead blocking his view. Zhang Yong badly wanted to remove them from his face but because his hands were tied he couldn't do so.
He finally saw him holding a little scissor in his hand and some what relaxed thinking that he didn't choose anything dangerous.
But when he realized those fingers and tongues beside him he thought that he might cut his tongue or fingers like that. A new fear gathered up in him and he again cried and yelled, "NO!", "NO!", "PLEASE LET ME GO!"
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"PLEASE!."
"IF YOU TRY TO HURT ME YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO LIVE TOO." He yelled hoping the man would get scared and leave him but nothing like that happened and he chuckled hard at this.
He clutched his stomach laughing hard.He laughed like a fool for some time and Zhang Yong frowned seeing him like that.
He was getting pissed off seeing his expression but he knew he was in no position to do something.
After some time the man finally stopped laughing and gave a dangerous glare to Zhang Yong. A shiver ran down his spine and he again started to wiggle out but all his efforts went in vail.
Slowly and deliberately he stepped towards Zhang Yong, his eyes never leaving Zhang Yong as he said. "Do you think that you are still in any position to threaten me? It feels like my whips earlier weren't strong enough so you still have the courage to say that to me. Don't worry, let me cut off your hair and make you bald then I will slowly cut those little fingers of yours, then we will see how you can be this courageous."
He dropped the scissor and picked up a razor now as he came face to face with Zhang Yong.
All the courage of Zhang Yong now went away and he again started to shiver hard. Zhang Yong now pleaded with him not to do anything like that with him but he didn't even care for all his pleadings.
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS."
"PLEASE."
"AHHHHH!!" He yelled as his razor came in contact with his hair but as he was about to cut off all his hair and made him bald, he heard some noises coming from outside.
At first he ignored them but again he heard some yelling from outside. He sighed and said, "Just let me go and see who is outside then we will do this. It will be no fun if I do that, I want to make you bald slowly and painfully."
Zhang Yong gulped but he smirked at him before putting the razor down and going out of there.
Zhang Yong sighed in relief as she got some time to think of some plan and try to leave from there. He looked here and there to find anything and then looked towards his chains as he tried to pull them hard.
His whole body was in pain so he wasn't able to do anything that much. He again felt helpless and scolded himself for being that weak.
He thought in her mind, "What can I do to get out of these chains? I am too weak to even fight for myself. I hope Senior Zhang Yong can come and save me soon."
He cried as the pain was just getting too much. He was close to just going unconscious again but was trying his best not to close his eyes again as he didn't know what these people might do with him once he went unconscious again.
When that demon was about to step out he looked back at Zhang Yong for once and smirked.
Zhang Yong got disgusted while seeing that smirk of that torturer and his gaze on him. He finally stepped outside but the next thing Zhang Yong saw him lying on the floor and soon blood started to ooze out of him.
He also heard some slashing sounds from outside. Zhang Yong was shocked to see him like that. The demon who was standing in front of him a minute ago was laying lifeless now.
He couldn't breathe anymore, it felt as if someone was trying hard to choke him. His heart was racing and all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save him.
He also heard some slashing sounds from outside. Zhang Yong was shocked to see him like that. The demon who was standing in front of him a minute ago was laying lifeless now.
He couldn't breathe anymore, it felt as if someone was trying hard to choke him. His heart was racing and all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save him.
He couldn't breathe anymore, it felt as if someone was trying hard to choke him.
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