Chapter 223 (1/2)

”Little bastard, get up quickly. I'm hungry. Bring me dinner!”

In the dark, a rough voice echoed throughout the cell.

Hall reluctantly opened his eyes, touched the wound, and staggered to get up.

One of his right legs was broken, which was interrupted by the man.

But there was no bandage on the wound, just so bare.

There is a board fixed on his leg wound. Its function is not to cover the wound, but to fix the injured leg so that he can climb faster and serve the man.

The white bone spurs were exposed outside the whole injured leg and looked very terrible.

The interlaced colors of new and old meat made hall feel very sick, and there was an illusion that he wanted to dig out the old meat.

Too much pain makes people numb. At least when he struggled to get up from the ground with his broken leg, he didn't feel much effort.

The action was too big, the wound was torn, and fresh blood flowed out, winding into a river at his feet.

The boy named Jack nearby opened his eyes and watched him go out without pain, full of pity.

But Jack didn't do anything. All he could do was watch hall climb out to serve the man.

If a pedophile like them is not good, he will be put to death.

So, who knows if they can live through the next tomorrow?

This man has great power. Everyone calls him ”Lord.” According to Hall's IQ of less than nine years old, the Lord means master or boss.

He had many molestates, but none survived for more than a month.

According to the way God tortures people, most of them die in a few days.

So it's really a miracle that hall and Jack can live to the present.

”Slow down, are you climbing for me? Little bastard, I'll show you the consequences of climbing! ”

When hall dragged his broken leg to the Lord and respectfully brought him a meal he needed on a silver plate, the LORD called it so.

Hearing this, at the feet of the Lord, a woman almost naked looked at hall in horror and worry.

That was the first day his mother was sent to the Lord's room with him. The Lord raped his mother in front of him.

That day, my mother cried miserably, but the Lord seemed very happy.

He didn't want to see it. It was the most humiliating thing for him.

But the Lord's men grabbed his hair and forced him to read all the details.

The mother's hoarse cry turned into silence later. She bit her lip and just looked at him in despair.

There was no vitality in the eyes of mother and son, only infinite sadness and despair.

After that, my mother served beside the Lord.

If his mother wins the favor of the Lord, he will be able to get less scolding and eat more crumbs of food.

Yes, pedophiles have no food to eat.

All they can eat is the residue that falls on the ground when the Lord eats.

Now, Lord, will you hit him again?

The last time he was beaten in his memory, he was dissatisfied with the Lord's attitude towards his mother. That was the day before yesterday. He came to this room to serve the Lord for only five days.

Howling at the Lord, hall was hit hard on his leg.

The leg bone was directly broken, and he fell to the ground without even having time to hum.

He passed out and fell into a pool of blood. But the Lord grabbed his hair and threw him into the corner of the room.

Then he grabbed his mother, forced her not to see him, and began to vent her desire.

When he woke up, Jack helped him stop the bleeding and fixed his injured leg with a board.

Before the wound healed, the Lord ordered him to work again.

”Pa!”

Hall's memory ended here, and a fierce whip fell on him. The smooth child's back immediately became red and swollen, which excited the Lord for a while.

He likes to beat children most. Children's skin is tender. If they beat harder, they can leave an incurable wound.

There are too many marks, just like tattoos, which can't be removed.

In the Lord's mouth, this is called the beauty of growth.

”Hall...”

Mother helplessly covered her mouth and sobbed, like an old cat crying sadly in the middle of the night.

But she did not dare to make any sound, only dared to shed hot tears.

Hall gritted his teeth and endured the suffering and pain without saying a word. In his little heart, he was recalling what his father had taught him.

”Dad, don't you hurt when you take the bullet? Why don't you shout out?”