"Damn it! Ugly thing, how dare you ride on my head, oduin
Barr still had half of the broken bone in his hand, and his lamaye, Portma, was covered with blood, with a hole in his chest, and the neat and beautiful wedding gift was broken.
"No No, please, spare me
Portma asked for mercy in a low voice. This picture is still very weak. Although the pain on the body is real, it is also painful. The pain that has not been felt for thousands of years has been endured for a while.
However, the torture of the cruel God not only affects the body, but also the soul.
After hearing Portma's plea for mercy, Barr threw her into the haystack by the side of the road with a bad face. There were ice crystals and volcanic ash on the haystack. After the bloody ramaye rolled in, he was not like a human.
"Get up now. I don't have much patience. Damn oduin Barr still held the bloody bone, which had been cracked by his fingers.
Portma dare not disobey him, can only hold the body wound, pain in the grass struggling to climb up.
"Tut! You look like a maggot in a cesspit! " Barr tilted his eyes, looked at her dirty appearance, sneered and mocked.
Portma didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only follow him wobbly. After seeing his eyes, her heart suddenly cooled.
The words of shame stabbed her heart like an awl. She thought that this man, even the incarnation of the devil, would be better to herself. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the other party had already revealed his true face.
He was still the cruel demon, and he was just a tool for his pleasure.
"Find a place with water and wash it clean for me. I don't feel comfortable when I see your appearance!"
Portma endured his rebuke and followed him to a mountain stream with jagged rocks on both sides and flowing water at the bottom.
As soon as she was ready to touch the stone, a huge force came from her back. Porter was kicked off, turned over in the air, fell on one side of the stone, and then tumbled down into the water.
The broken wound instantly dyed the whole stream red. She choked a lot of water in her lungs and stomach. The survival itself from her soul forced her to get up from the stream, and then she felt a shadow around her.
WOW! Barr stepped on her back. Under the pressure, she sank to the bottom again, and his body was wet.
"I'll clean you up from the inside out!"
He roared and didn't care. Portma was frantically struggling in the water. He tore her clothes directly from behind. The filthy wedding dress was completely torn. Portma's hands were still supporting and wanted to spit out the water, but she got a mouthful of mud.
Barr grabs her hair, presses her into the mud at the bottom of the river, and at the same time bends his knees, slams frantically on her abdomen and side waist.
Portma felt that the internal organs of her body had been broken, and the ribs on her side were broken one by one. Even her spine began to shift, but her soul was awake, and the deep pain came wave after wave, which made her miserable.
BAL didn't stop his cruelty until the river turned bloody red. He finally fished Portma's incomplete body out of the mud, and then rubbed and rinsed it with his hands like washing clothes.
In the evening, Portma found that he was still running in the Red River, and his injured body seemed to have recovered, but behind him, Barr was supporting himself, roaring in the river, venting his anger to her.
The seeds of anger rooted in her body, mixed with blood and pain, and there was a faint pleasure.
"Hoo! At last, I'm not so angry. " Barr's voice was much calmer by this time. He picked up Portma from the water, squeezed her chin and gave her a strong kiss on the lips.
After a while, Portma broke away from his arms. The cold water made her shiver, her skin taut and her lips purple.
"Come on, don't worry. I won't hurt you any more." However, Barr's cruel spirit had been affected by the cold feeling of Barr laggard.
In particular, auduin's attitude towards him almost made him crazy.
It is clear that both the other party and he are didera under the Holy Spirit, but the other party, relying on the blessing of the will of the world, even acts recklessly on his own head and threatens himself.
Despite what he said, Portma was scared by the cruel memory of the day. She held her body and hid far away. Barr squatted on the ground, looked at her naked body, and then bent over to pick out her clothes from the grass and walked towards her.Suffering from pain and cold, Portma was hiding behind the boulder. She was holding her head, her wet hair clinging to her back. Fear makes her cry, and the transparent liquid flowing out of her cold body will only make her heart colder and more thorough.
It turns out that he is still wrong. Even in the dark tomb, it is warm. The man's embrace or the part of his body that he touches is extremely cold. Although the body is hot, it will only
A piece of clothing fell on her, and at the same time, there was a pair of powerful arms, and the warm body of a man.
Barr rested on her shoulder and rubbed her lips against her earlobes.
"Lamaye, I'm sorry, I should still be me. I can't believe it. I've given up that identity. He's just a poor ghost coerced by oduin. Let's get out of here! Find a quiet place, I'm willing to accompany you all my life! "
She admitted that the man's promise still touched the softest part of her heart at that moment.
Even Portma, who has another level of identity, never said such a thing when she was the first man.
She remembers that when she was 13 years old, the family convinced her to voluntarily lie on the window of that old ugly noble man like a fat pig for the sake of interests. Later, for the sake of interests and her ambition, she gave her body to different people.
Portma, as long as there is interest, anyone can touch her. She is the most beautiful fairy of hafengar and the most insidious necromancer at the same time.