Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Don't move." Zhao Qiang suddenly reached out and his rough, greasy fingers gripped Liu Yu's chin tightly, forcing her to raise her head.

The cold back of the blade pressed against Liu Yu's warm cheek, slowly sliding down. From cheek, to chin, and then to her slender neck. The remaining cow blood on the blade smeared onto Liu Yu's snow-white skin, leaving a shocking red mark.

"Your skin is so soft, like tofu." Zhao Qiang's voice was hoarse, with a kind of morbid excitement. "I have a habit of not liking things to be rushed. Good things should be savored slowly."

"No! Please! No!" Liu Yu struggled desperately, the iron chair scraping against the cement floor with a screeching sound.

"Sizzle—"

The knife tip suddenly turned and caught the collar of Liu Yu's black tight-fitting T-shirt.

"These clothes are too tight, it must be uncomfortable. Let me loosen them for you."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qiang exerted a slight force on his wrist.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing fabric was amplified infinitely in the empty and silent factory, sounding particularly jarring.

The sharp military knife sliced ​​through Liu Yu's T-shirt as easily as cutting tofu. From the neckline down to her lower abdomen, the black fabric tore open to reveal pink lace underwear and a large expanse of fair and soft skin on her chest.

"Ah!!" Liu Yu screamed, her face flushed crimson with shame, tears streaming down her face. "You beast! Kill me! Kill me!"

"Kill you? That's no fun." Zhao Qiang licked his lips excitedly, the red light in his eyes intensifying. "I love hearing these sounds. The sound of clothes tearing, the sound of women screaming... In this empty factory, it sounds like a symphony."

He did not stop.

The knife tip continued to move, like a painter's brush, sketching marks on Liu Yu's jeans.

"These pants aren't nice either."

"Sizzle—!!"

With another sharp crack, the outer thigh of Liu Yu's jeans was ripped open, revealing her long, straight legs. A blast of cold air rushed in, and Liu Yu trembled uncontrollably—a shiver of both physical cold and psychological collapse.

At this moment, she was dressed in rags, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Zhao Qiang took two steps back, as if admiring a masterpiece. He turned to his men in the shadows and shouted, "Brothers, what do you think of this physique?"

"Brother Qiang, this girl has a really hot body, those legs are amazing, wow..."

"That waist is so slim, it'll be so much fun to play with!"

A burst of vulgar laughter and whistling erupted around them.

"Brother Qiang, how about we have some fun after we're done?"

"Get in line, everyone gets a share." Zhao Qiang sneered without turning his head, his eyes full of cruel mockery.

This public humiliation was more painful for her than killing Liu Yu. She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip until it bled, and curled up desperately, trying to cover herself with her torn clothes.

"Chen Feng... save me... Chen Feng..." she murmured in despair.

"Still calling that good-for-nothing's name?" Zhao Qiang seemed to be enraged. He took a step forward, grabbed Liu Yu's hair, and forced her to look up at him.

"Since you miss him so much, I'll turn you into this and show him!" Zhao Qiang grinned maliciously, his expression twisted. "I want him to see his woman being taken from me bit by bit, played with by my brothers, filthy like a piece of rotten meat!"

"No...no..." Liu Yu's mental defenses completely collapsed, and she cried so hard she almost fainted.

"Cry, cry louder! I love that sound. The louder you scream, the more excited I get." He then let out a lewd laugh.

"There's nobody around here for kilometers. Even if you scream your lungs out, only we brothers will hear you!"

Zhao Qiang no longer concealed the lewdness in his eyes. He stretched out his greasy, blood-stained hand and slowly reached for Liu Yu's last thin pink bra, his fingertips hooking onto the delicate shoulder strap.

"Let me see just how supple her body is to have that kid Chen Feng so infatuated..."

He gradually increased the pressure on his hands, pulling the shoulder strap to its limit and digging into the flesh.

"collapse!"

The sound of a shoulder strap breaking.

The pink bra strap bounced against Liu Yuxue's fair skin, leaving a red mark, and that last bit of coverage was about to fall off.

Zhao Qiang lowered his head with a lewd expression and stuck out his tongue to explore Liu Yu's arm, shoulder, neck, and...

Liu Yu's pupils contracted sharply. The nauseating feeling made her try to avoid the spot. The humiliation of being stared at nakedly like a lamb to the slaughter was more painful than being cut by a knife. She closed her eyes tightly, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her dusty chest.

"Don't close your eyes," Zhao Qiang chuckled, his voice rough and harsh. "The show has only just begun."

He didn't rush to tear off the last layer of fabric, but instead turned and walked towards his bag. He rummaged through it for a while and pulled out a dark object—an old-fashioned Sony handheld camcorder.

"This is a good thing, an imported product." Zhao Qiang set up the camera on a rusty tripod, the lens was dark and hollow, like a one-eyed eye peering into the abyss, and was pointed directly at Liu Yu, who was tied to an iron chair.

He pressed the power button, and the red indicator light began to flash in the dim light, like the blinking eyes of a demon.

"Come on, that's the camera, smile." Zhao Qiang adjusted the focus until the frame was filled with Liu Yu's terrified and desperate face and her tattered body. Only then did he click his tongue in satisfaction. "I'm going to film you looking like this in its entirety. After I'm done playing around, I'll send this videotape to Chen Feng. Do you think his expression will be quite something when he sees this?"

"You madman! You pervert!" Liu Yu suddenly opened her eyes and roared hoarsely, "Chen Feng will kill you! He'll tear you to pieces!"

"Kill me?" Zhao Qiang laughed so hard he almost fell over, as if he'd heard the funniest joke. "Want to kill me? Let him come on over."

Zhao Qiang didn't care at all; all he wanted to do now was to play with the stunning woman in front of him.

He suddenly stopped laughing, his face instantly turning icy cold. He took a step in front of Liu Yu, the tip of his knife lifting her disheveled hair, the cold metal slowly sliding down her earlobe.

"Such beautiful skin... It would be so beautiful if I carved a few words here." Zhao Qiang's eyes grew increasingly fanatical, a morbid gaze completely immersed in sadistic pleasure. "What should I carve? 'Slut'? Or 'Bitch'?"

The dozen or so henchmen around, watching this scene, could no longer contain their greed. One of them began to grumble, "Brother Qiang, stop focusing on your artistic creation! The brothers are getting impatient!"

"What's the rush!" Zhao Qiang cursed without turning his head. "The more foreplay, the better."

As he spoke, he pulled a lighter from his pocket and struck it with a "click." The blue flame licked beneath the blade, and soon the blade began to heat up slightly.

"Look, it's too cold here, let me warm you up." Zhao Qiang grinned, revealing a set of gleaming yellow teeth.

He held the heated military knife and slowly approached Liu Yu's inner thigh. It was the most tender part exposed after her jeans had been cut open.

"No...please...no..." Liu Yu stared at the crimson blade, her mental defenses completely crumbling. She was no longer the shrewd and shrewd accountant; now she was just a helpless woman, trembling in this corner of the world that had been abandoned.

That kind of despair is like a drowning person watching the last glimmer of light disappear from the water.