Chapter 1221

With her hands clasped together by her backhand, a ball stuffed with her mouth, and a collar with a chain around her neck, Camilla was stunned, trying to struggle.

This collar has the same effect as the binding rope. Once it's buckled, Camilla finds that the magic in her body is imprisoned, making her indifferent about how to move it.

The metal shackles on her hands, though wrapped with soft fur on the edge, were not free of magic.

The hollow ball in her mouth made her cheeks bulge, almost filling her mouth. She could not speak, but could only make a whine sound.

As for the strange collar, and the metal chain connected to the collar, she thought of the dogs imprisoned by human beings, or the poor women imprisoned by metamorphosis in the legend for the first time.

In the twinkling of an eye, Camilla felt that she was captured by MEG again. Although she didn't have the shame of the rope, now this set of equipment makes her feel more ashamed and panic.

This guy is really a pervert!

For a normal man, how can a set of such abnormal equipment be placed on the bed all the time, and every action is so skillful, just like it has been done countless times.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Camilla tried to look calm, but she was in a panic.

"What does this pervert want to do to me?"

"Does he want to keep me here as his RBQ?"

"Put a collar and chain on me. Does he want to think of me as his dog?"

Countless thoughts flashed in her heart. She never thought that she would overturn twice in a row in the hands of a smelly man.

"It's not strange at all." McGonagall was also surprised by his skill, but as a dog lover, he did often wear a collar to his dog and take it out for a walk.

That explains why he's so skilled, well, that's it.

Of course, as a gentle and polite gentleman, McGonagall's purpose is simply to prevent the wolf.

Sure enough, it came in handy this evening and caught a female sex wolf (BAT) on the spot.

As for putting a ball in her mouth, the purpose is to prevent her making strange noises during the interrogation, which will make other people sleep soundly.

Although the sound insulation standard is customized by the system, even if the ball is not plugged, there is no need to worry that someone will hear strange sounds.

The collar was made of a small piece of string that Meg had cut from Camilla's last time. It was moral to tie his neck with his own string.

"I know you're flustered. It's OK. I won't do anything to you." MEG turned on the warm light at the head of the bed and looked at Camilla with a smile, just like the good boss who was gentle and kind to people.

Camilla looked at McGonagall's smile and felt relieved. Yes, this guy is just a restaurant owner. How dare he really do something to her? She is Countess Bartoli, the princess of the vampires

"However, you seem to have violated the contract between us. We agreed that you would work in the restaurant for one year, I would give you the photo stone, and then we would clear up." MEG picked up a whip from the ground and turned it in his hand. "But now, less than a day has passed, what are you doing in my room?"

"Woo woo..." Camilla wanted to explain.

"You don't have to explain. These things have made your intention clear." McGonagall flicked his whip and let out a clear sound in Camilla's ear.

Camilla suddenly calmed down, did not dare to move, also did not dare to make a sound, looked at MEG, this guy, even almost drew her face like Jiaohua.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a good man." McGonagall threw his whip back and began to smile again.

Seeing that McGonagall lost her whip, Camilla was relieved. It seemed that this guy didn't have the courage to do anything to her.

McGonagall turned his wrist, and a white goose feather appeared on his hand. He slowly approached Camilla, and his smile became abnormal.

Camilla looked at the feather in McGonagall's hand and was stunned. What did this guy do with a feather? Does he want to use this feather to make himself surrender?

Oh, ridiculous, Countess Bartoli, how could you submit to him for a feather!

"Now you have two choices. One is to nod your head, swear in the name of your ancestors, submit to me for one year from today, never disobey or try to resist; 2、 Shake your head and accept my punishment until you do McGonagall looked at Camilla and asked seriously.

"It's a dream to make me submit to you!" Camilla stares at McGonagall and shakes her head firmly. No matter what method this guy uses to torture her, she will never surrender to him.

"Since you have no spirit of contract, I can only use some special means." McGonagall sighed and leaned over to hold Camilla's ankle.

"Well Camilla is surprised and wants to take back her leg. Does this pervert want to do something like that to her

But McGonagall's hands were so strong that she couldn't get her feet back even though she struggled. Suddenly, her feet were cold and her high heels were taken off.

McGonagall threw the thin high heel aside, looked at the scallion white and tender feet and the Pearl like round and lovely thumb, arched a beautiful arc because of tension, looked at Camilla blandly and said: "nod, shake your head?"

Camilla shakes her head firmly and looks at McGonagall with panic. She has heard of a kind of metamorphosis called pedophilia. Is this guy the kind of metamorphosis? She's going to do something disgusting to her lovely little feet!

"Why bother?" MEG sighed, and the white feather in her hand, like a brush, sketched on her jade white sole.

"Well -" Camilla trembled like an electric shock, and her mind was blank. Then she seemed to have countless ants crawling along the position just swept by the feathers. The feeling of crispness made her body tense, and her mouth blocked could only make a meaningless groan.

"It's up to you to decide. When you can figure it out, just nod your head." McGonagall said plainly, the feather drawing a circle on the sole of her feet, sweeping through her fingers from time to time, as if drawing a painting with a brush.

"Wuwuwuwu -" Camilla felt her brain was blank. She thought that her feet were held by a man in her hands and played with them wantonly. The itchy feeling seemed to be magnified infinitely, but her mouth was blocked and her hands were tied behind her. The ambiguous warm light made her feel helpless every day.

Although reason told her never to yield to this guy, but after more than ten minutes of feather attack, the sweat soaked Camilla finally couldn't bear to nod her head.