The life in captivity of a girl in Chinese dress

Driving the car back to his own home, Yun Xichen couldn't wait to carry Li Caiwei out of the car and straight to the basement. According to Yun Xichen's design, the upper level of the basement was a garage, and below it were two levels of basement. The upper level was a regular basement, and the entrance to the lower level was hidden in a secret location on the upper level. The lowest level covered an area of nearly 100 square meters, with an actual usable area of 80 square meters. Yun Xichen had designated 10 square meters as a cell, and the remaining 70 square meters were divided into interrogation rooms. The floor of the second basement level was covered with wear-resistant marble, so that when Li Caiwei walked on it with shackles, the ground would not be damaged, and the sound of the chains colliding with the ground would be more pleasing to the ear. Although all the walls in the basement were covered with stone slabs, making the entire wall appear to be built of stone, due to their special purpose, Yun Xichen did not hire a construction team. Instead, he broke down the work into smaller parts. First, he used 12 cm hexagonal steel bars to create the bars for the cells and interrogation rooms. The iron door leading out of the cell was two meters high and eighty centimeters wide, but it was divided into two parts. The lower door, which was opened frequently, was only half a meter high. The upper door was for moving large items and was usually locked and not opened. Entry and exit required bending over. In addition, Yun Xichen used his own convenience to make a series of torture devices, such as handcuffs, shackles, tiger benches, standing cages, iron yokes, wooden yokes, and foot yokes. He also made an electric chair and an electric bed. All of these were specially prepared to entertain Li Caiwei! He hoped this little girl could withstand it! The thought of these things being used on Li Caiwei, seeing her terrified and crying for mercy as she was tortured, made Yun Xichen's blood boil! But for now, there was no rush. Dealing with Li Caiwei was like t

The five-kilogram weight made Li Caiwei's movements extremely strenuous. Coupled with a day without food, her already limited strength gave out after only a few struggles. Her chest heaved, and she could only glare with resentment, her almond-shaped eyes filled with despair. This presented Yun Xichen with an opportunity. To prevent Li Caiwei from memorizing the route and harboring rebellious thoughts, she was always blindfolded when leaving the cell. Yun Xichen's original plan was to pry open Li Caiwei's eyelids and force in contact lenses. Now, with her almond eyes wide open, it saved him the trouble. Taking out a small case containing contact lenses from his pocket, Yun Xichen, with lightning speed, placed them on Li Caiwei's eyes, robbing her of her sight. Admiring the sudden dilation of Li Caiwei's pupils in fear as she lost her vision, Yun Xichen chuckled softly. He mused that he should get a drone in the future to record this spectacular moment. Glancing at Li Caiwei's heaving chest, Yun Xichen reached into her collar, bypassing her肚兜 (a type of undergarment), and cupped her full breasts. Although the chest ties of this齐胸襦裙 (a type of traditional Chinese dress with a high waistline) were made of two contrasting colors, tied into a double bow, the red and white threads intertwined, creating a flowing, ethereal look over half a meter long. Despite their elasticity, they couldn't overcome the common flaw of齐胸襦裙: looseness. Yun Xichen's hand could easily slip into Li Caiwei's collar without either of them feeling uncomfortable. Calluses on his palm grazed Li Caiwei's tender skin. As she trembled, he pinched the cherry-like nipples on her breasts with two fingers, teasing and caressing them gently. Li Caiwei tightly pressed her cherry-red lips together. The strange sensation from her nipples traveled through the nerves in her chest, reaching her brain. Finally, Yun Xichen squeezed her nipples hard, then quickly and gently caressed her breasts and nipples. With a muffled groan from Li Caiwei, he withdrew his hand from her clothes, unlocked her handcuffs, and, taking advantage of her numb and weak arms, quickly examined her wrists. They were red and swollen, clearly from the violent struggles of the previous night. "Still haven't learned your lesson," Yun Xichen said, touching the redness and swelling on her delicate wrists. To his surprise, Li Caiwei, mustering some courage, retorted, "I will never surrender to you, a kidnapper!" "As you wish," Yun Xichen lifted Li Caiwei's head and fastened the gag behind her head. He pulled her hands forward, securing both wrists in a figure-eight restraint and locking it. Picking up Li Caiwei's red embroidered shoes from the floor, Yun Xichen put them back on her feet, even thoughtfully tying the laces. These would be missing elements in the video to come. Confirming everything was ready, Yun Xichen opened Li Caiwei's collar and pushed her out of the cell. Deprived of her sight, Li Caiwei saw only darkness. She took tiny, cautious steps, feeling for obstacles ahead. In the darkness, she perceived everything as an obstacle. Combined with the five-kilogram antique shackles on her feet, Li Caiwei's progress became even slower. The crisp sound of the shackles dragging across the marble floor echoed through the silent underground chamber, prolonging Li Caiwei's fear and resonating with her rapidly beating heart. Her face was filled with sorrow, tear-streaked. Her almond eyes strained to widen, but only saw darkness. A young woman in a red Hanfu, wearing a gag and shackles, walked slowly through the oppressive gray cells, pushed forward by the tall, strong man behind her. The scene was a poignant and tragic tableau. He led her out of the basement and circled the villa a few times. Yun Xichen then picked up another chain and tied Li Caiwei to a leg of the dining table. His porridge was ready; it was time for breakfast. Hot porridge with pickled vegetables and an egg was Yun Xichen's usual breakfast. As for Li Caiwei, Yun Xichen had also prepared her breakfast: a bag of milk. Given that Li Caiwei's throat was injured from his torment, before breakfast, Yun Xichen dissolved the necessary medicine in warm water. He carefully inserted a funnel into her throat through the gag, avoiding injury to her delicate throat, and then administered the medicine. Did Li Caiwei struggle? A slap to her face would make her behave. A red handprint appeared on Li Caiwei's fair face, her tender skin swelling. The real sensation of heat and stinging made Li Caiwei compliant. After slowly finishing his breakfast, Yun Xichen checked the time. It had been exactly half an hour. Just like administering medicine, Yun Xichen fed her milk in the same manner. Perhaps it was due to the slap, or perhaps she was truly hungry, but Li Caiwei did not resist this time, obediently drinking the milk.

Li Caiwei applied her base makeup, lightly contoured her face, and then began her formal makeup application. Starting from the outer corner of her eyes, she blended a light orange shade in a circular motion for a broad base. With the remaining powder, she swept it upwards towards the tail of her eyes. Then, using a pinkish-purple, she deepened the outer corners and the crease of her eyelids, blending it into the eye socket. She swept it again towards the tail of her eyes. A touch of purple was applied under her eyes, also blended upwards. She then used a brown eyeliner to draw her eyeliner and create a subtle aegyo sal. Next, she used a shimmery shade to highlight the center of her eyelids and applied two small false lashes close to her lash line for accent. For her eyebrows, Li Caiwei used a dark eyeshadow to fill in a portion, extending the tail to complete them. For blush, Li Caiwei applied it starting from under her eyes, stopping at the mid-cheek. For lipstick, she chose to apply it to the center of her lips first, then blended outwards. A lively and exquisite makeup look was perfectly completed by Li Caiwei's hands. Yun Xichen, now adorned with shackles and manacles, stood behind Li Caiwei. This time, he brought not a wooden yoke, but a one-piece cangue. Li Caiwei submissively extended her neck and hands into the opened slots, allowing the wooden cangue to close and bind her securely. The heavy weight of the wooden cangue immediately pressed down on Li Caiwei's shoulders. Amidst her muffled groans, Yun Xichen fastened antique-style leg irons around her ankles. Moving her feet, now confined within iron rings, Li Caiwei felt the familiar heaviness and oppression. She watched as Yun Xichen stood up, took out contact lenses from his pocket, sighed, and lowered her eyes, allowing him to put them in, stripping her of her sight. Once again, she stepped into darkness, towards an unknown torture chamber, to endure unknown pain. The weight of the one-piece cangue was no lighter than the three-holed wooden yoke Li Caiwei had worn before, but its weight pressed entirely onto her delicate shoulders. Unable to bear the load, her body swayed with the momentum of her steps, trying to alleviate the pressure on her shoulders and make herself more comfortable. The heavy shackles made Li Caiwei's already weakened body, due to lack of food, feel even worse. Before she had walked far, Li Caiwei was already panting, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. Despite this, Yun Xichen still dragged Li Caiwei around the basement until he saw she was completely out of strength, then he pulled her into the torture chamber. The cell door slammed shut behind them. Yun Xichen released the chain he was dragging Li Caiwei with, watching as her body swayed and she fell to the side from exhaustion. A pained cry escaped her lips as she gasped for air, her delicate, melon-seed face glistening with sweat. Her fragile appearance was incredibly alluring, making one want to kiss her. Allowing Li Caiwei to lie on the ground and catch her breath for a moment, Yun Xichen began to prepare the torture chamber, having just overturned his previous plan. When Yun Xichen finished and turned around, he saw Li Caiwei leaning against the wall. Her plump, full breasts, encased in her Hanfu, rose and fell, exuding a seductive charm. Moreover, Li Caiwei, bound by the cangue, had a face full of misery and fear, her pitiable appearance radiating intense sexual tension! Yun Xichen removed Li Caiwei's wrists and neck from the one-piece cangue. His large hands, call

Seeing Li Caiwei, limp and barely breathing on the bed, Yun Xichen untied the manacles binding her hands and slung her over his shoulder, heading for the underground torture chamber. Various tortures flashed through Yun Xichen's mind as he selected the most suitable one for Li Caiwei. Recalling that Li Caiwei hadn't had water or food for three consecutive days, fearing her body wouldn't withstand it and would be ruined, he took out two packs of milk from the refrigerator midway and forced Li Caiwei to drink them. He then arrived at a torture chamber. There was only a rack, with a pair of handcuffs hanging from it and two shackles extending from the sides of the rack. Several leather whips of varying sizes and thicknesses hung on the grayish-blue walls, gleaming coldly under the harsh light. Carrying the naked Li Caiwei into the torture chamber, Yun Xichen supported her body with one hand, tucking her wrists, which had been abraded by her struggles, into the dark manacles. Releasing her unconscious body, Yun Xichen watched as her entire weight hung on the manacles. She let out low moans of pain unconsciously. With a blank expression, he bent down, grabbed Li Caiwei's slender ankles, and pulled them into the shackles. At this moment, Li Caiwei was bound to the rack in a "fire" shape, her naked body fully exposed. Her hair was half-pinned, half-loose, her makeup tear-streaked, her eyes swollen, her lips puffy. Especially her ravaged, inverted triangle area, which clearly indicated what she had undergone before being hung up. The red embroidered shoes that had been on her feet hinted that she had been wearing clothes before her torment. Yun Xichen subjected Li Caiwei to the simplest, most brutal form of torture: standing. Standing didn't consume much physical strength, but prolonged standing without rest was undoubtedly the most cruel punishment. Since she had been lying down from yesterday until now, she would stand today as punishment! Taking out a small box, Yun Xichen put blind contact lenses on Li Caiwei, turned off the lights, and left. ... Li Caiwei woke up in pain, a pain like being sliced thinly and very slowly with a knife in her wrists. Due to the minimal food intake and prolonged exhaustion without rest, Li Caiwei felt her head was very groggy, but she could clearly feel the agonizing pull on her entire body from her current position, especially her wrists, which felt like they were about to break. She moved her limbs, trying to adjust her posture. The metallic clanging from her hands and feet completely reminded her that she was bound by shackles. It was only then that she came to her senses, realizing that apart from the embroidered shoes on her feet, she was completely naked. The shackles on her ankles bound her legs very tightly. She grabbed the iron chain of the manacles and pulled upwards, trying to shift her legs to stand straighter, but failed. This posture not only maximally exposed Li Caiwei's body, causing her shame, but also rapidly depleted her strength, making her wish for death! Li Caiwei could only watch in the darkness as her body reached its limit, her consciousness blurring and collapsing. After a brief period of unconsciousness, she was awakened by the pain in her arms. Once she fainted, her body would sag. With her arms shackled and pulled up, her body's descent would cause a tearing pain in her arms. Especially in the darkness, Li Caiwei had no sense of time or her surroundings. The thought that someone might be watching her accelerated her mental breakdown. After an unknown period, Li Caiwei cried and struggled many times. Finally, she was truly out of strength, on the verge of death.

"If you don't come soon, I'm going to cook." Li Caiwei's eyes were vacant as she looked up at Yun Xichen, a new surge of strength inexplicably drawn from within her body. Her consciousness cleared slightly, and she desperately pleaded with the kidnapper who had brought her to this state, "Please, save me." "Fifty-five degrees Celsius. It's just hot spring temperature. Who's to blame for scaring yourself like this?" Yun Xichen pried open Li Caiwei's chin, no longer looking at her as he began to undress, preparing to lie down and relax. Fifty-five degrees? Hot springs? Li Caiwei's mind struggled to process the information. Before she could even begin to think again, a metal ring was shoved into her cherry mouth, propping open her teeth to their widest extent. Two pink silk ribbons were tied to either side of the ring and secured at the back of Li Caiwei's head, rendering her unable to speak. Yun Xichen carefully avoided her hair bun, trying to keep it intact. She looked up at Yun Xichen, not understanding why he was doing this. She saw him, clad only in shorts, leaning against the edge of an oval pool, sighing in comfort as he closed his eyes to rest. The pool wasn't large. Once Yun Xichen lay down, his feet could easily reach Li Caiwei. He pushed her feet down onto the blue tiles from beneath her limp, waterlogged dress, attempting to pull her skirt up from below her knees. He failed. Whether Yun Xichen had secured Li Caiwei too tightly or Li Caiwei had deliberately thwarted him, Yun Xichen didn't bother to discern. He sat up from the edge of the pool and moved to Li Caiwei's side, her head hanging limply. He cupped some water and carefully washed her face. The water, tinged with the remnants of her makeup, dripped down and dissolved into the pool, disappearing. Much of the water also flowed into Li Caiwei's mouth through the metal ring, bringing a bitter taste. Her small, delicate tongue tried to push the water out, but Yun Xichen noticed her subtle movement. With even more malice, he scooped up water and poured it into Li Caiwei's mouth. She coughed, spitting the water out, but Yun Xichen pinched her small nose, forcing her mouth open. More water was poured into Li Caiwei's mouth by Yun Xichen. With her mouth held open by the ring, Li Caiwei could not cry out. A whimpering sound escaped her throat, fragmented and full of lament. Li Caiwei's bare face was revealed. Without makeup, she was still a beauty of the highest order. However, the intertwined exhaustion and despair on her face became even more pronounced. While pitiful, it also added a touch of endearing vulnerability. Her upper body dress was completely soaked, the bodice turning a dark green. Her damp skin appeared even fairer. The rise and fall of her breath accentuated the slender curve of Li Caiwei's neck, making one want to bite down and savor the girl's exquisite essence. His hand slowly caressed and kneaded Li Caiwei's delicate body beneath her wet dress. Yun Xichen's erection grew hot, hard, and ready. He released Li Caiwei and, in front of her, removed his shorts, revealing his erection. Her pair of half-vacant almond eyes widened dramatically. In that instant, she understood what Yun Xichen intended to do to her! Once again, Li Caiwei began to struggle. Her body, bound by chains, could only move within limited confines, unable to change anything. Whatever Li Caiwei tried to say turned into whimpers and cries, her fear and despair transforming into the most pleasing sounds for Yun Xichen's ears. Tears welled up in Li Caiwei's eyes again, her almond eyes now filled with pleading moisture. A smile curved Yun Xichen's lips. He raised his hand, cupped the back of Li Caiwei's head, and without hesitation, thrust his erection into her mouth. Inside her warm, soft mouth, the warm air from her breath blew, making Yun Xichen's erection feel exceptionally comfortable. Li Caiwei's small, delicate tongue carefully dodged within the confined space of her mouth. The scent of heather wafted with her breath, making her feel nauseous. A physiological revulsion washed over Li Caiwei, churning her stomach. However, having eaten nothing, she could only dry heave. This only fueled Yun Xichen's desire to inflict more cruelty upon her.

A pungent gas drilled into her nostrils, and the fresh air circulated in her lungs, stimulating the central nervous system of her brain. Her long-dormant consciousness slowly revived. Where am I? Fang Suyu opened her eyes in a daze. Her vision was a blurry white, accompanied by a blinding glare. She instinctively closed her eyes and raised her hand, trying to shield herself from the light. Along with the light came a warmth, not strong, but with a faint, penetrating gentleness that made Fang Suyu relax her entire body. But the coldness and heaviness of the shackles locked on her wrists, ankles, and delicate neck quickly brought Fang Suyu's consciousness back from its haze, silently reminding her of her current identity and predicament. Recalling Yun Xichen's torture and humiliation, Fang Suyu couldn't help but feel a surge of grief. Her delicate nose twitched, and sorrow churned in her chest. She curled into a ball, covering her mouth, and sobbed softly. Tears rolled down her beautiful, haggard cheeks, disappearing into her ink-black hair. After crying enough and venting her emotions, Fang Suyu wiped away the tears haphazardly, got up from the ground, and needed enough energy to find and master the patterns, hoping to escape Yun Xichen's clutches for herself and her sister. Looking around, Fang Suyu found herself in a confined space. Apart from a heavy black iron door, the surrounding walls were painted a deep black, and a radiant heater hung on each of the four walls. The sturdy shackles not only bound Fang Suyu's wrists, ankles, and neck but also extended to the four corners of the room, firmly imprisoning her. Without a key, escape was impossible. Naked, Fang Suyu silently curled into a ball again, trying to warm herself. Although the heaters provided ample warmth, Fang Suyu still felt very cold. After an unknown amount of time, just as Fang Suyu began to get lost in her thoughts, the heavy door opened, and Yun Xichen, dressed in casual clothes, walked in. He met Fang Suyu's gaze as she looked up at him. "It seems you've recovered well," Yun Xichen spoke first, as if a master examining a pet's healing wound. "Your body is really resilient. The way I handled you the night before last, and you're fine today. Your sister would need a few days to recover." "What exactly do you want from us sisters?" Fang Suyu asked, without any inappropriate thoughts arising in her mind when Yun Xichen unlocked her shackles. Yun Xichen paused, rolled his eyes, and replied impatiently, "Didn't I tell you? You four are tools for my family's revival." Gesturing to the shackles still connecting and restraining her delicate body, Fang Suyu couldn't help but retort, "Then why do you torture us?" This was also something that had always puzzled Fang Suyu. If Yun Xichen only wanted to torture them, then he must be a pervert! "While making you tools, I also satisfy my desires to do things to you. What's wrong with that?" Yun Xichen sneered, grabbed the chain of the shackles, and forcefully pulled Fang Suyu up from the ground, causing her to cry out and cough repeatedly. Yun Xichen dragged Fang Suyu, forcing her to follow him through a long corridor. Fang Suyu looked at the closed doors of the rooms they passed, wondering what was inside, and secretly prayed that her guesses were just guesses. After passing through one corridor, before Fang Suyu could get a clear view of the next one, Yun Xichen opened the door beside him and forcefully pushed Fang Suyu inside. She fell heavily onto the cold floor, groaning. Her whole body ached. As she tried to get up, Yun Xichen strode into the room, grabbed Fang Suyu's collar, and lifted her, who was almost suffocating, from the ground, pulling her to the shower. He once again unlocked the connection between Fang Suyu's shackles and raised her handcuffs high, hanging them under the showerhead. This showerhead was quite high, forcing Fang Suyu to stand on tiptoe to maintain her balance.