Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu closed up almost instinctively.

Her body reacted faster than her brain; her calf muscles tensed, her knees pressed together, and she desperately backed away.

She rubbed the velvet blankets, leaving a messy, deep smudge; the white fleece rolled up, like a ripped gash in the snow.

She thought she could back away, even if it was just by creating half an inch of distance.

At least let his damp, hot breath leave.

But the next second, her ankle was grabbed.

The force was astonishing. Xu Yuanjia didn't even get up; he simply gripped one of her calves with one hand, his knuckles clamping her flesh like iron clamps, the veins bulging slightly.

Shi Luyu felt a brute force coming from her ankle. She was suddenly pulled forward, her body sliding uncontrollably, like a rabbit being dragged back into the depths of a burrow.

"Where are you going, little one?" Xu Yuanjia's voice rang out from the shadows, lazy and low, carrying a chilling disdain.

Shi Luyu was dragged under him, and his knees pressed down on her legs, making it impossible for them to close.

She was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, her bangs stuck to her cheeks with cold sweat, and her eyes were red and glaring at him like a little animal at the end of its rope.

The light in the room continued to shift slowly and steadily, like an audience that never stops watching this dark room drama.

Her gaze, in her struggle, inadvertently swept over the display case of collectible figurines directly opposite the head of the bed.

With just one glance, her blood seemed to freeze for a second.

The whole row of little wooden puppets were sitting neatly in their respective compartments.

A gradient of bluish-purple light spread out from behind them, making each of them glow.

They are all meticulously crafted works of art, each dressed in a sharp little suit and wearing an excessively refined smile.

The eyes were like embedded glass beads, round and dark, refracting tiny, cold glints under the light.

Those smiles, which usually looked cute, now appeared strangely curved when illuminated by the bluish-purple light.

It's like laughing, yet also like a silent scream with its mouth agape.

They sat there one after another, row upon row, their eyes all wide open, their gazes seemingly piercing through the dappled light of the dark room and landing on the large bed.

It landed on Shi Luyu's face, body, and eyes.

Like a microcosm of countless Xu Yuanjias.

The hairs on Shi Luyu's back slowly stood on end.

Even though those little dolls couldn't move, an idea kept popping into her mind uncontrollably—

They are watching her.

They were dressed in beautiful clothes, grinning brightly, their eyes wide open, watching motionless as she was dragged back by this man.

Like the little devils in the underworld, row upon row, waiting to collect her soul.

The man currently covering her is the only king amidst this room full of demons and lewd images.

Xu Yuanjia was backlit, his face half-lit and half-shadowed.

A cold, bluish light cut in from behind him, making half of his face appear as white as porcelain.

The other side was illuminated by orange-red light, and the lines from her brow bone to her jaw looked as if they had been licked by flames, exuding an eerie and alluring beauty.

He casually raised his chin, his eyelids half-closed, and looked down at her.

A faint, sickly smile lingered on his lips.

He seemed like a ghost king who had walked out of the underworld, lazy, evil, and sinister, yet possessing a suffocating, nonchalant majesty.

Shi Luyu only glanced at it, but she felt that even breathing became difficult.

"Does Lulu think that bleeding will stop her brother from bullying her?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice sounding like it contained grit and poison.

His eyes narrowed slightly, the upward curve at the corners exuding a carefree and languid air. As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow, adding a touch of almost dissolute roguishness.

But deep in his eyes was a somber, gloomy, and sickly look, like two bottomless pools of water that could suck people in at any moment.

"What else do you want?!" Shi Luyu finally broke down and cursed.

The girl's voice was thick with nasal consonant, as if she were using her last strength to push out fear and shame.

"Xu Yuanjia, don't go crazy with me here!" Her voice exploded in the dark room, sharp, trembling, and choked with sobs.

The blue-green light panel by the bedside jumped slightly as the sound waves vibrated, as if startled by her voice.

Xu Yuanjia suddenly lowered his head and moved closer to her face.

With a "pop" sound.

He gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.

The sound was crisp and loud, particularly jarring in the quiet, dark room, like someone crushing a glass bead next to her ear.

Shi Luyu was stunned. Her eyes widened, her pupils slightly contracted from shock, and her lips were parted, the words she was about to say stuck in her throat.

She was frozen in place, as if she had been frozen in place, unable to even move her fingers.

Xu Yuanjia stepped back slightly, tilting his head to look at her.

His gaze softened, as if he were looking at a little girl he loved to the core.

The savagery and madness in his eyes faded briefly, replaced by a drowning indulgence. His gaze slid from her eyes to the tip of her nose, and from her nose to her lips, as if he were tracing a fragile treasure.

But his thin lips moved slowly, and the words that came out were cruel, each one dripping with blood:

"The baby is so innocent and cute."

As he spoke, he slowly raised one hand and touched a switch somewhere.

Shi Luyu only heard a very faint "click".

It's like someone unplugged a plug.

The next instant, all the lights in the room went out.

The bluish-purple light strip on the figurine display case dimmed, the blue-green light panel on the bedside table went out, and the orange-red light strip on the gaming desk went out.

Those dazzling cyberpunk color blocks disappeared as if gently wiped away by a giant hand.

Darkness surged in from all directions like a tide, instantly engulfing them.

Before Shi Luyu could adjust to the sudden darkness, she felt as if the world had collapsed.

She could see nothing anymore, only Xu Yuanjia's breathing could still be heard in her ears, one breath at a time, steady like a beast waiting for something.

Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, almost bursting out.

Then, a very faint light emanated from above.

The light had a pale yellow hue, like moonlight falling into water, or like a thin layer of beeswax, slowly seeping down from the ceiling and sprinkling onto the two people.

Shi Luyu looked up as she followed the light.

The next moment, her breathing stopped.

On the ceiling, there was still that huge, boundless mirror.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen that mirror, but every time she did, it sent a chill down her spine.

The mirror surface shimmered with a pale yellow light, like a layer of ice that had formed on a lake in late autumn, beneath which lay countless things she dared not face.

At that moment, the mirror reflected her entire appearance.

She saw herself lying on her back on the messy velvet sheets, her hair disheveled, her shoulder strap half-slipped down, her face still wet with tears, and her lips red and swollen.

Xu Yuanjia was right behind her, his black suit casting a heavy shadow from above.

His face was also reflected in the mirror.

The man is laughing.

Shi Luyu abruptly turned her face away, "Xu Yuanjia, you pervert..."

Xu Yuanjia chuckled softly. The sound was right behind her ear, the warm, moist air seeping into her ear canal.

"Lulu, this mirror was custom-made just for you."

Shi Luyu refused to look. Her face was turned to one side, her eyelashes trembled violently, and her gaze was fixed on the direction of the figurine display case.

But it was completely dark there. The little wooden figures blended into the darkness, leaving only a blurry outline, like countless ghosts that couldn't open their eyes.

Xu Yuanjia didn't say anything. He simply raised his hand, pinched her chin with two fingers, and with a light touch, slowly and steadily turned her head back.

Shi Luyu's upper body was almost half-embraced in his arms, her head was forced to tilt back, and her gaze had to meet the mirror above her head.

The reflection in the mirror showed her eyes as red as a rabbit's, her face filled with panic and helplessness.

"Don't rush. It hasn't started changing color yet."

Xu Yuanjia's voice was languid, as if he were coaxing her to appreciate a gift he had carefully prepared.

Shi Luyu didn't understand. Her mind was a mess, and she only instinctively blurted out, "Change what color..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man's large hand suddenly landed on her lower back, targeting her most vulnerable spot, and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Ugh...!" Shi Luyu felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her waist arched upwards uncontrollably.

A sob escaped from between her tightly clenched lips.

The sound was not loud, and could even be described as short.

But the moment she spoke, it was as if a pebble had been thrown into the mirror above her head.

Orange light burst forth from the center of the mirror, spreading outwards in concentric circles, instantly illuminating the entire ceiling.

Starting from where her voice fell, inch by inch, the entire pale yellow area was burned into orange-red.

Shi Luyu was stunned.

She watched helplessly as the orange hue spread in the mirror, like the sunset sinking into the sea, or like a wildfire passing through.

The light fell on her face, bathing half of it in a warm orange glow, but her heart sank in an instant.

Behind her, Xu Yuanjia looked at the slightly open mouth in the mirror, his chest trembling with laughter.

"Keep going, baby," he said.

Before Shi Luyu could recover from the strange change in the mirror, she suddenly caught a glimpse of him picking up something from the side.

It was a string of lonely, tinkling bells.

The silver metal bells, one after another, were strung together by a thin black cord, gleaming coldly in the yellow mirror light.

Xu Yuanjia hooked the string of bells with his finger and shook it gently, producing a few soft and crisp sounds.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the eerily quiet, dark room, it seemed particularly ethereal and sinister.

Shi Luyu's heart tightened.

"What are you going to do now..." Her voice trembled involuntarily.

Xu Yuanjia didn't answer. He slowly picked up the string of bells, held it up to her thigh, and then skillfully wrapped it around her thigh in a few quick movements.

The bells were pressed against her legs. Xu Yuanjia's fingers slipped through the knots, pulled, and snapped, turning the string of bells into a perfectly fitting leg ring.

"No, don't... wear it..." Shi Luyu couldn't help but speak, her voice soft and urgent, filled with resistance and panic.

When the metal bell was first placed on her, the cold touch was unpleasant. As it pressed against her delicate skin, the chill quickly spread from the point of contact, causing small goosebumps to rise all over her leg.

She started kicking her legs, desperately trying to shake the thing off.

But Xu Yuanjia's fingers were like cast iron, and the knot of the bell had been tightened, obediently binding the most plump part of her thigh.

The more she moved, the louder the bell rang, the crisp metallic clanging echoing in the darkness, like countless thin pieces of silver fluttering in the night.

Shi Luyu was both embarrassed and angry. She frowned and blurted out, "It's so cold...you bastard!"