"What exactly do you want?" Kelly asked in terror.
The man in black crossed his arms in deep thought, looking at Kelly with a touch of sadness. His sadness became the source of all Kelly's fear, and she realized that his sadness must be because of the punishment he was going to inflict on her.
The black-clad man's thoughts went on for a long time, and the process was truly a painful torment for Kelly. She was like a prisoner awaiting judgment, like a drowning person, and her utter helplessness almost drove her hysterical. She was still powerless at the moment and struggled to get up several times, but all in vain.
The man in black must have done something to her.
A sad man and a frightened woman, then they just face each other in silence, neither making a sound. Gradually, Kelly's eyelids grew heavy and some sleepiness came over her uncontrollably. She was even more frightened in her heart. How could she sleep at this critical moment?
The sorrowful man suddenly let out a long sigh, as if the knot that had troubled him had been untied. Kelly, knowing that he had made up his mind, had a look of despair on his face. She stammered, "Please, don't hurt me. As long as you don't hurt me, whatever you ask, I will give it to you." The man in black smiled sorrowfully, and his words began to become unusually gentle again.
"How could I hurt you? I hate blood and violence more and more, so I won't treat any woman in that way anymore." The man in black paused and then said, "If you obey me, I promise I won't hurt you. I'm just going to give you a little punishment." Kelly nodded over and over again, saying, "I'm obedient. I'll listen to you whatever you say." The man in black smiled and said, "All you have to do now is wait here for me to come back." "What are you going to do?" Kelly was already shivering.
"Don't ask." The man in Black said, "Don't ask anything. That's good." Kelly's body trembled even more, she replied, and tears streamed uncontrollably. The man in black looked at her sympathetically as if he were doing something he was extremely reluctant to do. He sighed and slowly turned out of the door.
Kelly really sat down in his chair, still shivering all over. That fear had gone deep into her insides, into her bones. She no longer believed in the gentle tone of the man in black and his sadness without any threat. She was convinced that he was a devil and that what he was going to inflict upon her was a disaster that she would not even wish to face in her dreams.
In her fear, her sleepiness grew stronger and stronger. In the end she could no longer resist the weight of her eyelids and had to close them. She could only tell herself in her heart that she couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep, and that if she slept, she would never wake up again. But her mind grew more and more absent-minded, completely beyond his control.
When the man in black appeared before her, she was oblivious.
The man in black looked at Kelly, who was about to fall asleep, with a more sorrowful expression on his face. He knew that the medicine in the food had taken effect and that the girl would be punished by him in her sleep. This might be a good thing for her. Would ignorance be enough to stop fear and pain?
Then the man in black began to carry out his punishment. He came in carrying a bucket of water, which he had adjusted outside to a moderate temperature so that Kelly wouldn't feel cold or hot. Along with the bucket of water came a snow-white towel and a bottle of Lux bath.
Now you see, the man in black is going to give Kelly a bath.
He moved the table and chair in front of Kelly, creating an open space in front of her. Then he stared at Kelly for a long time, as if undressing her was a very difficult thing for him. But taking a bath doesn't require undressing, so he still went to Kelly who was sleeping and began to take off her white tight halter top.
The vest feels good and is soft and elastic. The man in black gently took the vest off Kelly's head and draped it over the edge of the blue box. Kelly's skin was fair, not very plump, but she had a slender waist and a high chest. The man in black was silent for a moment, his gaze wandering as if it were embarrassing to face a half-naked girl.
Kelly's skirt was easier to take off, and the man in black lifted her legs and took it off.
Kelly wore a narrow pair of pink underpants with lace trim on the edges, tulle on the lower abdomen, and only a piece of opaque fabric at the junction of her legs.
The man in black fell silent again, for he had to struggle to hold back his impulse at the moment.
Kelly is a very alluring girl, and her figure is more appealing than her appearance. Fair and delicate skin, as rich in texture as jadeite. Some graceful arcs rose and fell on her, outlining a picture that made the black-clad man's heart race.
The man in Black thought of a book he had read not long ago, which mentioned that a perfect woman must meet four conditions: beauty, sexiness, elegance and fashion. Kelly may not be perfect, but her sexiness and fashion can definitely tempt the desires of all men.
But I'm different. The man in black thought, "I can't do anything to offend this girl at this time, or else I'll despise myself from now on." I am just a man who seeks completeness. I need a clean body when punishing this girl, and that is why I take off her clothes. I would never do immoral things, never.
The man in black became resolute and, without hesitation, quickly unfastened Kelly's bra and took off her underpants. Now, the naked Kelly was in his sight. His gaze wandered, and though there was still an unquenchable desire in his heart, he managed to restrain himself and began to wipe Kelly's body with a towel dipped in water.
It must have been a painful process for the man in black. The towel in his hand inevitably slid over Kelly's chest, waist and lower abdomen. Though through the towel, the soft and warm texture still made his heart tremble. How much effort is needed to resist the temptation of a naked girl who is unconscious and can be easily possessed by anyone. The man in black had sweat on his forehead and his hands were trembling slightly.
He felt his impulses growing more and more difficult to hold back.
He turned and rushed out of the door.
After a while, he came in, all wet, and his expression had returned to calm.
The bath waves had covered Kelly's body and washed him clean with water. The man in black did all this calmly, as if he were making a fine work of art.
Finally, Kelly lay down in the blue box again. She slept soundly, and the medicine in the food was enough for her to sleep for another day and night. The man in black over there was busy again. He came in with a mop to dry the water stains on the floor, then went out and took a bath himself, changed into clean black clothes and black trousers, and then went back to the box. He gazed at Kelly in the box, his eyes brimming with grief.
The man in black had a disposable syringe in his hand, which was already filled with potion.
The liquid medicine is ordinary dexamethasone, which is a glucocorticoid drug and can be easily obtained in any hospital or pharmacy. This drug has a strong anti-inflammatory effect and can suppress or clear inflammatory lesions in the airway mucosa. It is a basic drug for treating bronchial asthma at present.
The black-clad man gently wiped Kelly's arm with an alcohol swab and then slowly injected ten milliamperes of dexamethasone into her vein.
The man went out to wash his hands and then sat in the room for a long while before getting up and going out.
When Kelly woke up, she found her face cold. It turned out she had shed tears in her sleep.
The room was pitch-dark and she had no way of knowing the time. Day or night was no longer a matter of concern to her; she was only afraid of the darkness before her eyes. The darkness was so thick that she didn't know what else was hidden in it, and the unknown was one of the sources of human fear.
Waking up, she knew she was still lying in the box, and the room was quiet, and the man in black was clearly not in the room, which relieved her a little. Then she felt something was amiss about her body and reached out to touch it, only to find that all her clothes were gone. Being naked made her feel a bit at a loss, but what did it matter to be naked in the dark? So she wondered why the man in black had taken off her clothes. Could it be that he had done something to her while she was asleep?
This thought relieved her a little more, for the man in black had to take off her clothes only for one thing. And if that was the punishment the man in black had said, she should be glad.
Her mind was unusually sharp in the darkness, and she even thought of the pain of the first sexual encounter. He was a grade above her in the school, a young man who was already a master of love. His hand gently stroked Kelly, leaving her weak and limp on the bed. Then the pain came, and Kelly's scream wasn't entirely because of the pain itself; in that scream she knew she had lost something.
The pain was far away, but when she thought of it, Kelly felt a bit sad. Those sunny days, those days when she seemed exceptionally innocent even in bed with boys, are gone forever.
Kelly lay down for a while, feeling a little more strength in her body, and groped around. She couldn't detect any sign of what the man in black was doing, which puzzled her again. But she consoled herself that perhaps she had slept for a long time and that some traces would disappear on their own.
Then Kelly mournfully wondered what on earth she had hoped for.
Then another feeling came over, and it came so strongly. Kelly felt very hungry, very hungry, so hungry that her whole body was empty. Kelly wondered how long she had slept, two days or three days, otherwise how could she have been so hungry?
Hunger began to torment Kelly, and she had no mind to think about anything else, and even the impending disaster was cast aside. The room remained silent, and the man in black was nowhere to be found. For the first time, Kelly hoped that he would show up as soon as possible so that she could beg him to find something to eat.
The man in black didn't show up, and Kelly was starving. That hunger seemed no longer just a physical need; it turned into a mental distress and torment. She had to eat, or she would go crazy.
She had a little strength in her body, enough for Kelly to support herself and climb out of the box. She remembered the position of the table and chair and groped her way over slowly. Her feet touched the chair first, and then her hands touched the table. The table seemed to be full of things, and she couldn't wait to touch it carefully, immediately recognizing that it was a pile of food.
She was overjoyed to see that the man in black had anticipated her hunger and had prepared everything for her.
The food she ate included bread, cakes, milk and fruits. Surprisingly, she even touched a roast chicken. She had no time to think much and quickly sat down in her chair, grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth.
She was so hungry that she could eat a whole cow.
The darkness did not affect her eating. Most of the food on the table was already in Kelly's stomach. Even the chicken, she had eaten more than half. Kelly was full and comfortable, and seemed to have gained some strength, but drowsiness swept over her again, making her eyelids heavy and her mind a little blurry.
Kelly thought it was better to go back to the box as soon as possible. It was better to sleep there than on the ground.
She slowly felt her way back to the edge of the box, climbed in, lay down, and almost without thinking, fell asleep again.
The man in black stood at the edge of the box, looking at Kelly who was naked, and the sadness in her eyes was almost overwhelming Kelly. But he still wiped Kelly's arm with an alcohol swab and then injected ten milliamperes of Desemia into her vein again.
This time the man in black did not stay long. He wiped the stains off Kelly's hands with a wet towel, tidied up the mess on the table, changed to new food, and then turned out.
The light switch was outside, and the man in black did not forget to turn it off when he locked the door.
Darkness was of great significance in his punishment.