Splash-
Chu Changqi bolted upright in the bathtub, a searing pain tearing through his chest and lungs, as though they might burst at any moment!
But before he could catch his breath, the iron chain around his neck abruptly retracted, dragging him down to the bottom of the water-filled tub.
Both of Chu Changqi's hands were restrained. Compared with the "punishments" he had inflicted on Shen Lian, what Shen Lian was doing to him was worse in every way.
Shen Lian was running a high fever. Even as he leaned against the bathtub, the hand holding his cigarette trembled faintly. But once his rage reached its peak, his body and mind became entirely separate. At the same time, the unrelenting pain in his chest kept him lucid.
Chu Changqi struggled out of the water again, looking as wretched as a drowned rat. He gulped down air, then heard Shen Lian say, "The moment you beg out loud is the moment I stop."
"Don't..."
Before Chu Changqi could finish, Shen Lian casually pressed the switch. The chain tightened again, and Chu Changqi nearly had his life snuffed out by the masterpiece he had designed himself.
Shen Lian gave Chu Changqi no chance. What was the point of having him sit there and beg? He wanted Chu Changqi's psychological defenses to crumble as he hovered between life and death, until the crushing physical torment and mental collapse forced him to cry out, "Let me go."
"Let me..."
Chu Changqi sat up again, but his survival instincts kept him from finishing. Instead, he seized the chance to gulp down fresh air.
Water splashed onto Shen Lian's face. He took the cigarette from his mouth and wiped it off in disgust, as though the water had soaked up Chu Changqi's own particular stench.
**"Let