Her hands were locked together, her mouth was stuffed full of balls, and there was a collar with a chain around her neck. Camilla was stunned and tried to struggle.
This collar had the same effect as the Spirit Binding Rope. Once it was fastened, Camilla found that the magic in her body was confined, making her unable to move no matter how hard she tried.
As for the metal shackles on her hands, although the edges were wrapped in soft fur, it was not something that she could break free from without magic.
The hollow ball in her mouth made her cheeks puff up, almost filling her mouth. She could not speak and could only make whimpering sounds.
As for the strange collar and the metal chain connected to it, the first thing she thought of was those dogs that were imprisoned by humans, or those pitiful women that were imprisoned by perverts in legends.
In the blink of an eye, Camilla was shocked to find that she was captured by Meg again. Although there was no shameful rope, this set of equipment made her feel even more ashamed and panicked.
This guy was indeed a pervert!
If it was a normal man, how could there be such a perverted set of equipment on the bed all the time, and every movement was so skillful, as if he had done it countless times.
"Wuwuwu …" Camilla tried to make herself look calm, but she was panicking inside.
"This pervert, what does he want to do to me?!"
"Could it be that he wants to imprison me here and make me his sex slave?"
"Putting a collar and chain on me, could it be that he wants to make me his dog?"
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She never thought that she would fail twice in a row in the hands of a stinky man.
"I'm not rusty at all." Meg was also surprised at his own skillfulness, but as a dog lover, he did often put a collar on his dog and took it out for a walk.
This could explain why he was so skillful. Yes, that was it.
Of course, as a gentle and polite gentleman, Meg's purpose of letting the System customize such a strange set of equipment was purely to guard against perverts.
As expected, it came in handy tonight. He caught a female pervert (bat) on the spot.
As for stuffing a ball into her mouth, the purpose was to prevent her from making any strange noises during the interrogation, which would disturb the rest.
However, with the system's custom-made soundproof standard, even if he didn't stuff the ball, he didn't have to worry about anyone hearing strange noises.
The necklace was made from a small section of Camilla's Spirit Binding Rope that Meg had taken from her last time. Using her rope to tie her neck, this was justice.
"I know you're panicking. It's okay, I won't do anything to you." Meg turned on the bedside lamp and looked at Camilla with a smile, just like a gentle and kind boss.
Looking at Meg's smile, Camilla secretly heaved a sigh of relief. That's right, this guy is just a restaurant owner. He wouldn't dare to do anything to me. I'm Countess Bartoli, the princess of the vampires …
"However, you seem to have violated the contract between us. We agreed that you would work in the restaurant for a year, and I would hand over the Photostone to you. Then, we would be even." Meg picked up a leather whip from the ground and twirled it in his hand. "But it hasn't even been a day. What are you doing in my room?"
"Wuwuwu …" Camilla wanted to explain.
"You don't have to explain. These things have already made your intentions clear," Meg flicked the whip in his hand and made a crisp sound beside Camilla's ear.
Camilla suddenly quieted down. She didn't dare to move or make a sound. She looked at Meg. This guy almost whipped her delicate face.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Meg threw the whip in his hand behind him and smiled again.
Seeing Meg throw away the whip, Camilla heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that this guy really didn't have the guts to do anything to her.
Meg flipped his wrist, and a white goose feather appeared in his hand. He slowly approached Camilla, and his smile gradually became perverted.
Camilla stared blankly at the feather in Meg's hand. Why did this guy take out a feather? Could it be that he wanted to use this feather to make her submit?
Ha, what a joke. How could the dignified Countess Bartoli submit to him because of a feather!
"Now, you have two choices. One, nod your head and swear in the name of your ancestors that from today onwards, you will submit to me for a year. You will not disobey or attempt to resist. Two, shake your head and accept my punishment until you nod your head." Meg looked at Camilla and asked seriously.
"You want me to submit to you? Dream on!" Camilla stared at Meg and shook her head firmly. No matter what methods this guy used to torture her, she would never submit to him.
"Since you don't have the spirit of the contract, I have no choice but to use some special methods." Meg sighed and bent down to pinch Camilla's ankle.
"Ugh!" Camilla was shocked and wanted to retract her leg. Could it be that this pervert wanted to do that kind of thing to her …
However, Meg's hand was so strong that no matter how she struggled, she could not retract her leg. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her leg. The high heels she was wearing had been taken off.
Meg casually threw the high heels to the side and glanced at the fair and tender foot and the round and cute thumb that was like a pearl. Because of her nervousness, she arched a beautiful arc. He calmly looked at Camilla and said, "Nod or shake your head?"
Camilla shook her head firmly, but her eyes were full of panic as she looked at Meg. She had heard of a pervert called foot fetishism. Could this guy be that kind of pervert? What kind of disgusting thing was he going to do to her cute little feet!
"Why bother?" Mag sighed. He used the white feather in his hand as if it was a paintbrush, and gently drew on the bottom of her jade-white feet.
"Ugh —" Camilla's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Her mind instantly went blank. Immediately after, it was as if countless ants had crawled on the spot where the feather had just swept. That kind of numbing feeling made her body tense up. Her mouth that was blocked could only let out a meaningless moan.
"The decision is yours. Whenever you have thought it through, you just have to nod your head." Meg said calmly. The feather drew circles on the bottom of her foot and occasionally brushed through the gaps between her fingers, as if he was using a brush to draw a painting.
"Sob sob sob —" Camilla felt her mind go blank. She thought about how her feet were being played with by a man, and the ticklish feeling seemed to be magnified infinitely. However, her mouth was gagged, and her hands were tied behind her back. Under the ambiguous warm light, there was nothing she could do to help her.
Although her rationality told her that she definitely could not give in to this guy, after experiencing the attack of the feather for more than ten minutes, Camilla who was soaked in sweat finally could not bear it and nodded her head.
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