Chapter 31 Section III Lions

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" After the dark clouds struggled briefly, the moonlight of the full moon flooded Cell 709 like a tide.Kanpur hid in the last darkness of the corner, and let out a shrill and desperate whine. The strange thing is that the residents in the neighboring cell didn’t make any dissonant noises because of this—except for Kanpur’s wailing, the silence around them was like death: maybe they were used to it, or maybe they just opened their eyes. His eyes were wide open in horror, and he was too frightened to make a sound.

But this harmony was broken after all: Gradually, sleepy curses began to be heard in the corridor—coordinated with the rhythm of wailing, the voice quickly approached Cell 709: "Damn! This woman is completely crazy? This woman is afraid to want to die! Damn it!!" Mei Peng clenched the electric baton unconsciously: at the same time, he was also thinking about the syringe in his pocket—the dose was unprecedented!Thinking of this, Mei Peng smiled inexplicably—she was excited: for her, it was a special pleasure that could only be obtained when she could enjoy the satisfaction in sadism.

She vaguely felt that, like smoking, she was already dependent on this kind of pleasure. In the remaining half a year, she must enjoy it as much as possible Thinking like this, Mei Peng opened the door of cell 709——when she opened the door, she realized that the whining sound followed her just now. The cursing stopped briefly and died away. "Stupid thing, scared? Of course.", she thought. She turned on the electric shock switch on the baton, gritted her teeth, and walked into Cell 709. She saw the brown mattress in the corner at a glance: "Ha! Call again! You crazy slut—"

Who has seen a face more hideous and distorted than this? ——Mei Peng almost rushed forward, and swung the electric baton she held high without hesitation at this moment, almost using all the strength of her whole body. The electric baton was in vain, and because there was no point of force, Mei Peng fell down on Kanpur's bed in a state of embarrassment-the stick was touching his right shoulder, and he felt a sharp pain like a needle prick. She quickly threw away the electric baton in her hand. The brown mattress in front of him was about to slide down—a large stack of books of uneven thickness and a pillow that had just been knocked off by a nightstick were inside.

May Peng was too surprised to speak—no!She was speechless: Kanpur was leaning over her, strangling her neck with a rusty wire: "Shh, Maypen, stop arguing? Am I dreaming of lions?" The wire is getting tighter and tighter. Prison guard May Peng: The moment her head hangs down, she still has time to see the title of the top book in the pile of books on the bed—it is a paperback edition.