《A Thousand Nights of Xia Lan in Prison II》 "Completed"

In the courtroom, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting patches of light and shadow on the floor, yet failing to dispel the oppressive air. Xia Rou was escorted into the courtroom by two bailiffs, her steps heavy, her head bowed slightly, afraid to meet the gaze of those around her. Her once proud uniform had been replaced by a drab prison jumpsuit. This transformation in attire felt like a descent from heaven to hell. The spectator stands were filled with people – former colleagues, friends, and some members of the public who were unaware of the full story. Their eyes, filled with curiosity, disdain, or pity, fell upon Xia Rou. These gazes felt like a barrage of arrows, piercing her heart deeply. Bailiffs Chen Donglin and Liu Yuanqi roughly pushed Xia Rou towards a wooden frame placed in the center of the courtroom. The frame appeared simple yet exuded a chilling deterrence. It was constructed from several thick logs, its surface rough, as if recounting its age and authority. The frame stood about two meters high, its width just enough for a person to stand within. It was completely exposed on all sides, like a cruel display stand, leaving the person standing on it utterly vulnerable to the public gaze. "Take off your shoes and socks yourself," Chen Donglin commanded coldly. Xia Rou's body trembled slightly. Her eyes widened, her face filled with terror and shame. "This… why do I have to take off my shoes and socks?" Her voice quivered, a last attempt at resistance. "Stop the nonsense, it's the rule," Liu Yuanqi snapped impatiently, his eyes revealing an unyielding sternness. Xia Rou bit her lip and slowly crouched down. Her hands, bound by handcuffs, trembled as she fumbled with her shoelaces. As she untied them, she felt her dignity being stripped away piece by piece. She carefully removed her shoes and placed them aside, then began to remove her socks. The socks slid down her feet, which were shackled, and her face turned bright red, shame washing over her like a tidal wave. After she had removed her shoes and socks, Chen Donglin immediately stepped forward, unlocked the restraints on Xia Rou with a key, and began to secure her to the wooden frame step by step. The frame had designated fastening points, each one seemingly tailor-made for her humiliation. Chen Donglin produced a heavy metal chain, wrapped it around Xia Rou's neck, and then securely locked it to the crossbeam above the frame. The metal chain was ice-cold against her skin, causing Xia Rou to shiver. She tried to struggle, but the chain was unyielding. "Don't move around, behave yourself," Liu Yuanqi warned. Next, Chen Donglin secured Xia Rou's wrists to the side bars of the frame. The surface was rough, and the contact with her skin sent a stinging sensation. Xia Rou's arms were pulled taut to either side, rendering her body immobile, leaving her to stand stiffly. "What are you doing? I won't accept this treatment!" Xia Rou shouted, her voice filled with anger and helplessness. "Hmph, what right do you have to negotiate now? We'll talk after the verdict," Liu Yuanqi responded indifferently. Following this, Chen Donglin used leather straps to tightly bind Xia Rou's chest and waist to the frame, further securing her body. The straps dug into her skin, creating a [X] sense of constriction. Xia Rou felt as though she could barely breathe, her chest heaving violently as she tried to alleviate the discomfort. "Let me go, this is abuse!" Xia Rou thrashed desperately, trying to break free from the restraints. "Abuse? You are a criminal suspect now. We have the right to take necessary measures to ensure the normal proceedings of the trial," Chen Donglin stated mercilessly. Then, Liu Yuanqi placed iron rings around Xia Rou's thighs and calves, locking the rings to the upright posts of the frame with chains. The iron rings chafed against her skin, leaving red marks. Xia Rou's legs were fixed apart on the frame, a position that filled her with immense shame and pain. She wanted to bring her legs together, but she was powerless to do so. Finally, Chen Donglin threaded a chain through Xia Rou's ankles and secured both ends to the bottom crossbar of the frame. Her insteps were tightly bound with leather straps. At this point, Xia Rou was completely immobilized on the frame, unable to move. She could only wait in despair for her fate to be decided… The presiding judge struck the gavel, and the trial officially began. Prosecutor Zheng Liang stood up and eloquently narrated the course of the case and the evidence, each word striking Xia Rou's heart like a heavy blow. "Defendant Xia Rou, as a prison enforcement officer, you were bound to strictly adhere to laws and regulations, maintain prison order, and protect the legal rights of inmates. However, driven by a moment of impulse, you inflicted violence upon an inmate, resulting in a wound infection and eventual death due to complications. Your actions have severely violated the law and constitute intentional assault…" "Xia Rou, lie down on that examination table and have your hands and feet cuffed apart," Chen Ruohan said, pointing to a specially made examination bed. Xia Rou glanced at the bed, her heart filled with resistance. But she knew she had no choice, so she slowly walked to the bedside and lay down. Chen Ruohan took out handcuffs and cuffed her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. Xia Rou struggled, but the handcuffs bound her tightly, leaving her unable to move. Chen Ruohan, transferred to the First Prison along with Liu Hui, was skilled and her main job in the infirmary was to assist Liu Hui and prevent any unexpected incidents that might occur during the prisoners' physical examinations! This regulation was newly enacted after Xia Rou's incident, and Xia Rou's case played a significant role in it! "Don't move around. This is for the convenience of the examination and for your safety," Liu Hui said while adjusting the angle of the bed. As she operated, the angle of the bed slowly changed slightly. Xia Rou felt like a fish on a chopping block, at their mercy. Next, Liu Hui was about to begin a digital examination of Xia Rou's anus and vagina. This process was extremely shameful for any woman, let alone Xia Rou, a former prison guard. She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried to hold back from making a sound, but her body's reactions were beyond her control. "Relax," Liu Hui said, putting on gloves. Then, she slowly extended her fingers towards Xia Rou's anus and began the digital examination. Xia Rou's body stiffened abruptly. She gritted her teeth, trying to endure this humiliation. Xia Rou gritted her teeth, suppressing her shame and pain. She felt her dignity had been utterly trampled, and the proud woman she once was was long gone. "Ah..." During the examination, Xia Rou occasionally let out soft moans. "It hurts... gently..." Xia Rou couldn't help but whisper. "This is a physical examination, bear with it," Liu Hui said, unmoved, continuing her procedure. Every movement felt like a stab to Xia Rou's heart, causing her immense pain and shame. "Your condition isn't very optimistic. Why are you so tight!" Liu Hui said as she examined. Xia Rou remained silent, only shedding tears. She knew she had no power to resist now and could only let them do as they pleased. Because Xia Rou's anus was too tight, Liu Hui had to use a special instrument, similar to a speculum, to dilate her anus. "It might be a little uncomfortable, bear with it." Liu Hui held the instrument, preparing to operate. Xia Rou stretched her neck, looking at the cold metal instrument in horror, shaking her head desperately. "No... don't..." she cried out loudly. "You have no say in this," Liu Hui said coldly. After applying lubricant, she forcibly and slowly pushed the examination instrument in. Xia Rou felt a strong sensation of a foreign object in her anus and couldn't help but let out a scream. "Ah..." The sound echoed in the examination room, filled with pain and despair. "Stop screaming, this is just a normal examination," Chen Ruohan said impatiently. Xia Rou's tears flowed uncontrollably. She felt her dignity had been completely trampled. "How can you do this to me... What did I do wrong..." she cried. "You are a prisoner now, and you must abide by the rules here," Chen Ruohan said mercilessly. Xia Rou closed her eyes, her heart filled with regret and helplessness. She didn't know what her future held, only that she was so helpless and ashamed at this moment. "Alright, the examination is over," Liu Hui finally finished the examination and released the restraints on the bed. Xia Rou quickly pulled a nearby sheet to cover her body. She sat on the bed and wept, the shame and grievance in her heart flooding out like a broken dam. Chen Ruohan glanced at her and said coldly, "Here, every prisoner must undergo such an examination before entering the prison. No one is an exception. Since you committed a crime, you must be mentally prepared to endure this." Hearing this, Xia Rou cried even harder. She knew her fate had completely changed, and she would spend the coming days in this place filled with shame and suffering... During her time in the labor camp, Xia Rou dreaded the guards' surprise inspections the most. These checks were unpredictable, capable of happening at any moment. Each one felt like a sudden nightmare, sending Xia Rou's heart into her throat. This day, as usual, Xia Rou was working diligently, trying to momentarily forget the restraints on her body and the pain in her heart. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence of the workshop. Xia Rou instinctively looked up, a sense of foreboding washing over her. A group of guards strode into the workshop with menacing authority, their gazes sharp and indifferent, as if they could see through every prisoner's soul. "All rise! Prepare for inspection!" the guard's command echoed, plunging the entire workshop into a deathly silence. The prisoners stopped their work, cautiously standing up, their eyes filled with fear and unease. The guards began to move back and forth within the workshop, meticulously examining every corner. When their eyes fell on Xia Rou, they lingered noticeably longer. Xia Rou's heart began to race uncontrollably; she bit her lip tightly, trying to appear composed. "Prisoner 3930, step forward!" a guard called out coldly. Xia Rou slowly walked to the guard, her head bowed, not daring to meet their eyes. The guards circled her, scrutinizing her like an object. "Extend your hands!" the guard ordered. Xia Rou slowly extended her hands, the cold handcuffs glinting under the lights. The guard carefully checked if the handcuffs were intact and the clasps secure. "Lift your top!" the guard commanded again. Xia Rou's body trembled slightly. She hesitated for a moment, but then slowly lifted her prison uniform. The guards' gazes instantly focused on her, filled with aggression and humiliation. The guard reached out and repeatedly felt around Xia Rou's abdomen, waist, and other areas, pressing down on her skin with force, as if searching for something. Xia Rou's face flushed crimson; she felt her dignity utterly trampled, her heart filled with shame and indignation. "Turn around!" the guard continued to command. Xia Rou slowly turned, her back to the guards. The guards began to inspect her back, their fingers lightly sliding along her spine, occasionally pressing down firmly. Xia Rou's body trembled involuntarily; she clenched her teeth tightly, trying desperately not to make a sound. Next, the guards shifted their attention to Xia Rou's legs. They crouched down, carefully examining the shackles and ankle cuffs on Xia Rou's wrists. They tapped the metal chains with their fingers, checking for any obvious damage. Then, they gently pulled the chains, feeling the tightness of the cuffs. Each movement sent a wave of pain through Xia Rou, but she could only endure it in silence. "Take off your pants!" the guard suddenly said. Xia Rou's body jolted violently; her eyes widened, unable to believe her ears. "Guard, this..." Xia Rou's voice held a hint of pleading. "Less nonsense, hurry up!" the guard barked impatiently. Tears welled up in Xia Rou's eyes, but she knew she couldn't resist. She slowly unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled them down below her knees. The moment the iron trousers were revealed, she felt her last shred of dignity stripped away. The guards' gazes were fixed on her body, devoid of any pity or respect, only naked humiliation. The guards reached out and wantonly felt and inspected Xia Rou's thighs, calves, and feet. Their fingers were rough and strong, each touch causing Xia Rou's body to convulse. Xia Rou squeezed her eyes shut, trying to escape the unbearable scene, but the feeling of shame was deeply etched into her heart. "Anything unusual?" one guard asked. "Nothing found yet," another guard replied. But they didn't seem ready to stop, continuing to search Xia Rou's body. Time ticked by, each second feeling like a year to Xia Rou. She felt her body and soul enduring immense pain, as if being roasted over a fire. Finally, the guards seemed to have finished their inspection. They stood up and straightened their clothes. "Dress yourself!" the guard said coldly. Xia Rou felt a wave of relief. She quickly pulled up her pants, fastened the buttons, and then lowered her uniform. Her body was still trembling uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face. "What are you crying for? This is just a normal inspection!" the guard snapped. Xia Rou looked up, watching the guards' retreating backs, her eyes filled with humiliation and helplessness. She knew in her heart that all of this was because of that incident. She knew even more clearly that these surprise inspections would happen to her again and again. And she could only struggle desperately in this endless humiliation... She then submissively cupped one of Zhou Yuan's feet, carefully brought it to her mouth, and began to lick it with great care. Her lips gently caressed the sole of Zhou Yuan's foot, her eyes filled with flattery and obedience, devoid of any of the stern and dignified demeanor she usually displayed as the head of the second detention area. At this moment, she was like a lowly servant who would cast aside all dignity to win her master's favor. Zhou Yuan tilted his head slightly, a look of contentment and enjoyment on his face. He looked down at Yu Na, a cunning glint in his eyes. "Do you think this is an appropriate way to handle '3928'?" he deliberately drew out his tone, though he already had a complete plan in mind. He was merely asking Yu Na now to see what answer this woman who had always been by his side would give, and whether she would completely follow his will. "I think it's her honor to be able to serve Deputy Warden Zhou, '3928'!" Yu Na said without hesitation. Her voice was somewhat muffled because Zhou Yuan's foot was in her mouth, but her firm tone revealed her determination to please Zhou Yuan. After speaking, she continued to attend to Zhou Yuan's other foot, her tongue slowly tracing the instep of his foot as if treating a rare treasure, afraid of the slightest neglect. Hearing Yu Na's words, Zhou Yuan felt a secret satisfaction, but he deliberately frowned. He lifted a foot and gently teased Yu Na's chin a few times, saying playfully, "I've heard some rumors that you and 3928 have been quite close recently! Is that true?" His gaze was fixed on Yu Na's face, trying to catch any trace of panic or concealment in her expression. Yu Na was caught off guard by Zhou Yuan's sudden action, but she quickly reacted and nodded without any concealment. "Mmm..." Her voice was low, as if tinged with shyness and a hidden secret. At this moment, she was like a docile kitten, allowing Zhou Yuan to do as he pleased, a look of enjoyment involuntarily appearing on her face, as if this feeling of being questioned and humiliated had become a special way for her to please Zhou Yuan. "Nana, you are indeed honest!" A smile of excitement spread across Zhou Yuan's lips, but it was laced with a chilling ruthlessness. "Take off your clothes and kneel in the corner! To do that kind of thing with a prisoner in the solitary confinement room, it seems I need to teach you a good lesson!" Although his voice was not loud, it was like a cold wind that blew into Yu Na's heart, making her tremble involuntarily. Yu Na showed no resistance; instead, a flicker of anticipation and pleasure flashed in her eyes. She quickly stood up, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned her clothes. Garment by garment, they slid down her body and fell to the floor, like her shattered dignity. Soon, she was naked and kneeling in the corner, her legs slightly apart, her upper body prostrate on the ground, her face pressed firmly against the floor, her posture utterly humiliating. Zhou Yuan looked at the alluring figure in the corner, his throat involuntarily constricting. He took out the handcuffs and leg shackles he had prepared earlier from his drawer and walked step by step to Yu Na's side. The metal handcuffs and leg shackles glinted coldly in the dim light, as if foreshadowing Yu Na's impending fate. Zhou Yuan squatted down, his rough palm gently stroking Yu Na's fair skin, sending a shiver through her. "Aren't you eager already?" he said, as he tightly fastened the handcuffs onto Yu Na's wrists, then cuffed her hands behind her back. Next, Zhou Yuan locked the leg shackles onto Yu Na's ankles. The moment the handcuffs and leg shackles were securely locked on Yu Na, an unprecedented sense of shame washed over her. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, unable to move, leaving her at Zhou Yuan's mercy. Zhou Yuan reached out and gently caressed Yu Na's clitoris, a sensation that was indescribably stimulating. His hand roamed over Yu Na's body, each touch sending an electric shock through her, causing her body to tremble involuntarily. Every subtle movement seemed to stir ripples on the surface of Yu Na's heart. Yu Na's breathing gradually quickened, her eyes revealing a hazy longing. Her body involuntarily writhed slightly, as if responding to Zhou Yuan's every touch. Zhou Yuan's fingers slowly delved deeper. The pads of his fingers pressed gently, sometimes softly, sometimes with a little more force, bringing waves of tingling pleasure to Yu Na. A blush spread across Yu Na's cheeks, her lips parted slightly, and she let out faint moans, her voice sounding particularly seductive in the silent office. Shortly after, a small vibrator was removed from Yu Na's body by Zhou Yuan. It lay quietly on the floor, emitting a strange glow. Who would have thought that the usually dignified Yu Na would have harbored such a private item within her? This vibrator was a gift Zhou Yuan had given her on her engagement day, a beautifully packaged and profoundly meaningful "engagement gift." In full view of everyone, he had given it to her, and then, in private, he had personally inserted it into her. At that moment, Yu Na's heart was filled with complex emotions: shame, excitement, and an endless sense of dependence and submission to Zhou Yuan. "Do you like this engagement gift I gave you?" Zhou Yuan's voice was deep and magnetic as he continuously rubbed Yu Na's intimate area with his fingers, each touch igniting the flames within her. This vibrator was not only a secret bond between them but also a special means of control for Zhou Yuan over Yu Na. He would turn it on from time to time according to his mood, making Yu Na experience an unprecedented mix of shame and stimulation. As the prison transport van slowly rolled out of the prison gates, Xia Lan's body, confined to a specially made seat, stiffened abruptly. A heavy black hood obscured her vision, and metal shackles at her wrists and ankles bound her tightly. The chains clinked softly with the van's jolts, as if constantly announcing her status as a female prisoner! "Open your mouth!" Chen Weiwei commanded coldly. Xia Lan dared not disobey and obediently opened her mouth. Immediately, a metal gag was forcefully shoved into it... The cold metal pressed tightly against Xia Lan's tongue, causing her unbearable discomfort. Saliva uncontrollably trickled from the corners of her mouth... Xia Lan instinctively flinched, the edge of the collar chafing her neck, sending waves of stinging pain. She could feel the van accelerating, the engine's roar gradually smoothing out. Through the thick fabric of the hood, external sounds became muffled and distant... "Report current location." Li Xu's steady, clear voice came through the intercom. "Successfully departed the prison by 1.5 kilometers, currently proceeding south along the main road, estimated to reach the destination in 25 minutes." The security personnel in the front cabin replied quickly and accurately. "Check prisoner status." Li Xu ordered again. Chen Weiwei roughly yanked up the front of Xia Lan's hood. In an instant, Xia Lan's pale lips and chin were exposed. Xia Lan could clearly feel the cold air making contact with her still-damp skin without warning, a subtle shiver instantly spreading through her body. "Prisoner status stable, all normal," Chen Weiwei reported concisely, casually picking up a rough cloth and wiping saliva from Xia Lan's chin. Her movements were crude, as if she were dealing with an inanimate object rather than a person. The coarse fibers of the cloth scraped against Xia Lan's sensitive skin, leaving a burning sting. Then, the hood was pulled back down, and darkness once again completely enveloped Xia Lan's world. Xia Lan sensed someone sitting down beside her. The familiar scent wafted towards her, allowing her to immediately recognize that the person beside her was Chen Weiwei! Xia Lan clearly felt the elastic waistband of her sweatpants being suddenly pulled open from behind her waist. Chen Weiwei's fingers, adorned with dark red nail polish, stealthily slipped under the waistband. That sudden touch made her body instantly tense like a drawn bowstring, sending a shiver through her... "Mmm..." The metal gag blocked the whimper that was about to escape, but it couldn't stop her rapidly accelerating heartbeat. Xia Lan's toes curled violently inside her sneakers... Chen Weiwei's expression remained unchanged, her thumb steadily pressing on Xia Lan's tailbone, slowly circling. At this moment, the prison van was driving over a bumpy road, the undulating motion providing excellent cover. With every violent jolt of the vehicle, her finger would seize the opportunity to penetrate a little deeper. The sensation of her bent knuckle was clearly discernible. Chen Weiwei used the base of her thumb to cup Xia Lan's buttocks and slowly withdrew. The inner thighs of Xia Lan's legs began to spasm uncontrollably, sweat soaking through the fabric of her sweatpants. When her fingertip suddenly scraped against a certain fold, an electric current of pleasure exploded along her spine, forcing her to bite down hard on the gag to prevent herself from letting out a shameful moan. The sensation of her fingertip scraping against her intestinal wall made Xia Lan's vision blacken, her chest, constricted by the restraints, heaving violently. When her little finger also squeezed into the tight entrance, the intense throbbing and the hidden [X] finally broke through the threshold—Xia Lan's pupils contracted violently within the hood, and the foot shackles clinked softly. At this very moment, the prison van suddenly slammed on the brakes. Xia Lan's body was propelled forward by inertia, but the restraints, like merciless shackles, held her tightly. In an instant, a bone-piercing pain shot through her ribs. She could clearly feel the chest restraint digging deeply into her soft flesh, as if to completely crush the last bit of air from her lungs. "What's going on?" Chen Weiwei, flustered, hastily withdrew her hand and asked sharply. "Report on the prisoner's condition." Li Xu's voice was deep and commanding. Xia Lan's hood was slowly lifted, revealing her face completely this time. The sudden light made her instinctively squint her eyes... Chen Weiwei meticulously examined Xia Lan, then stated, "Everything is normal." In that fleeting moment, Xia Lan seized the opportunity to take deep breaths of the outside air. Although it was mixed with the metallic tang of the carriage and the salty scent of sweat, it felt far more alive than the stagnant atmosphere of the prison, like a faint glimmer of freedom. "Give her some water," Li Xu's voice came casually from behind as he entered the rear compartment. Chen Weiwei, slightly surprised, complied. She took out a plastic water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and gently brought it to Xia Lan's lips. Xia Lan drank eagerly, some of the water spilling over the edges of the gag, soaking the front of her tracksuit and leaving a dark stain. The cool liquid slid down her parched throat, offering a brief, precious moment of relief, a gentle solace amidst endless suffering. "Slow down, don't choke," Li Xu's tone was unusually soft, a stark contrast to the usual harshness of other guards in the prison. He reached out and gently patted Xia Lan's back. This seemingly ordinary gesture made her body tense instantly. In her long years of imprisonment, she had never experienced such almost "gentle" treatment. Xia Lan's eyes welled up slightly at this unexpected concern... "Remove the gag from '3928'." Li Xu suddenly ordered. Chen Weiwei frowned. "Regulations don't allow—" "I'll take responsibility if anything happens," Li Xu's voice was calm but left no room for argument, cutting her off directly. The moment Xia Lan felt the metal gag being unlocked, her jaw ached from being held in place for so long. She carefully moved her jaw, then her tongue gently licked her chapped lips. "Drink some more," Li Xu said softly, then picked up the water bottle himself. This time, he was exceptionally careful, slowly tilting the bottle to let the water flow into Xia Lan's mouth at just the right pace. Xia Lan's gaze was cautious as she studied the man whose behavior was somewhat unusual. In his eyes, a flicker of an emotion that Xia Lan couldn't decipher seemed to hide some unknown secret. "Thank you," Xia Lan's voice was slightly hoarse. Li Xu nodded slightly, then gave Chen Weiwei a look, signaling her to put the gag back on Xia Lan. Though her face showed impatience, she complied, roughly and without tenderness, reattaching the gag. As the hood was yanked down, darkness surged back like a tide, enveloping Xia Lan tightly. However, Li Xu didn't stop there. He stepped forward and personally adjusted the angle of the hood until it perfectly obscured Xia Lan's vision, then nodded with satisfaction. "Twenty minutes until arrival. Check the prisoner's restraints again." His words were brief but carried weight. "It seems Director Li is taking quite good care of you," she said, her hands roaming over Xia Lan again. Though it was a routine check, it made Xia Lan's heart tighten. In the darkness, Xia Lan's breathing grew rapid and heavy. Humiliation washed over her like a tide. The traces of violation seemed to linger on her skin, making it impossible to escape or forget. At this moment, the prison van slowly decelerated, and the city's clamor outside grew clearer, stirring an inexplicable emotion within Xia Lan... "Report, the prison transport cannot enter the residential area's internal roads," a security guard reported. "All teams dismount, disperse and maintain vigilance!" Li Xu's voice came through the intercom, carrying an undeniable authority. Suddenly, Xia Lan felt someone roughly unbuckle her restraints. After being fixed in the same position for a long time, her body instantly felt a wave of numbness, as if countless ants were crawling through her limbs. She instinctively wanted to move her hands and feet to alleviate this discomfort, but the heavy shackles were like merciless chains, tightly binding her, allowing only the faint clinking of metal. "Clang—" Suddenly, the chain on her collar was yanked violently, the immense pull causing Xia Lan to lurch forward involuntarily, her forehead nearly hitting the cold metal guardrail in front of her. "Number 3928, don't you know you're not supposed to move until you receive the order!" Chen Weiwei reprimanded sharply, her voice laced with unquestionable authority. "Now stand up, turn around, and slowly walk to the vehicle door." Xia Lan gritted her teeth, struggling to adjust her posture. Her cuffed hands barely supported the edge of the seat, and with that leverage, she slowly rose. Due to the prolonged restriction of her legs, blood circulation was severely impaired, and the moment she stood, a sharp pain spread from her legs, causing her to frown slightly. The black hood completely blocked her vision of the outside world, forcing her to rely on vague sensations to turn around. The chain between her ankle cuffs restricted her stride, making every step incredibly difficult, only able to take steps less than thirty centimeters long, slowly shuffling towards the vehicle door. "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!" Chen Weiwei urged impatiently, simultaneously yanking the chain hard. Xia Lan bit down on her gag, her hand movements becoming more frantic. At this moment, the outside of the vehicle was enveloped in a cacophony of voices, rising and falling, seeming to come from a crowd of curious onlookers gathered around the transport. "What's going on? Why so many prison transports?" a voice sounded from the crowd. "Looks like prison vehicles..." another voice responded. These fragmented conversations reached the interior of the vehicle, and Xia Lan's body instantly froze. "Looks like you're quite popular," Chen Weiwei sneered, roughly grabbing Xia Lan's arm and saying fiercely, "Don't even think about playing any tricks, or you'll regret it when we get back!" The shackles on Xia Lan's feet clanged harshly with the movement, echoing in the confined space of the vehicle. "Get out," Chen Weiwei pushed Xia Lan impatiently. Xia Lan carefully shuffled her feet, the double ankle shackles feeling like heavy chains that made it almost impossible to walk normally. Each step was arduous, as if a single misstep would send her tumbling. "Faster!" Chen Weiwei urged again, the chain in her hand pulled taut, digging into Xia Lan's neck and causing a stinging pain. Xia Lan could only clumsily feel her way out of the vehicle, the ankle cuffs severely limiting her stride, making her body sway precariously, almost falling off the step. Just as her body leaned forward, on the verge of losing balance, a large hand in a white glove suddenly gripped her upper arm firmly, a strong support that steadied her wavering body. "Careful," a low, steady male voice sounded near Xia Lan's ear. Before Xia Lan could react, Chen Weiwei let out a cold laugh, her words laced with a hint of mockery, "Officer Zheng is quite the chivalrous one." Zheng Chen's expression remained calm, and he replied indifferently, "I'm just afraid she might get injured, which would affect the subsequent identification procedures." With that, his hand quickly released her. In the cell, Lin Ruoxi and Yang Xue sat side by side on the floor, their animated conversation breaking the surrounding silence, punctuated by bursts of light laughter. This added a different kind of atmosphere to the somewhat somber confinement. Handcuffs were tightly wrapped around their wrists, securing their hands in front of them. Heavy shackles on their ankles restricted their movement, and any slight shift would produce a crisp clinking of metal. "Ruoxi, where did your husband go? Why hasn't he come back for so long?" Yang Xue asked. "I don't know either, he never tells me about his work!" Lin Ruoxi replied. Lin Ruoxi leaned forward slightly, her gaze locked onto Yang Xue's face like a burning torch. A faint, mischievous smile played on her lips as she casually teased, "You've been wearing them for so long, you must be getting tired of it, right?" Yang Xue lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face. She said softly, "It's okay... with you here, it's nothing!" As she spoke, she playfully winked at Lin Ruoxi. "Hmph, always so glib," Lin Ruoxi chided with a smile. As she spoke, she deliberately swung her wrists with a wide motion, the chains of the handcuffs producing a series of crisp sounds. "Wang Yu said these are the latest model, much better than your old ones, and very secure." Yang Xue leaned in curiously, her nose almost touching Lin Ruoxi's wrist. Her eyes widened as she examined them closely. "They really are. Your design is quite unique." She lifted her cuffed hands and gently touched Lin Ruoxi's handcuffs, frowning. "Mine do look older, the edges are a bit worn." Lin Ruoxi's gaze inadvertently fell upon Yang Xue's wrist. The sight made her heart lurch. She noticed faint red marks there. In that instant, an inexplicable sense of unease washed over her, yet its source remained a hazy, inexpressible mist... "The one on my ankle is custom-made too!" Lin Ruoxi said, lifting her slender ankle. The chain jingled, breaking the brief silence. "It's half a kilogram heavier than the old one. It feels like I'm wearing a small weight on my foot, making it difficult to walk." Yang Xue chuckled softly and lifted her own foot, shaking it like Lin Ruoxi. "These feel super heavy too. Every movement feels like dragging a ton of bricks. But, with chains this thick, it feels impossible to break free. We might as well just wear them obediently and save ourselves the effort." As she spoke, she deliberately shook her ankle shackles with force, the metallic clinking growing louder, echoing in the cell. Lin Ruoxi leaned closer to observe, a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "Yes, I used to wear the same kind as yours on my ankles... they were quite heavy," she murmured, her fingers unconsciously tracing the lock of Yang Xue's shackles. "Ruoxi," Yang Xue suddenly lowered her voice, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, mixed with an emotion that Lin Ruoxi found difficult to decipher. She leaned forward slightly, with a touch of mystery, and asked softly, "What do you and your husband usually... do? Tell me, let me learn something new." Lin Ruoxi's face instantly flushed, the color rising all the way to her ears. She quickly lowered her head, fiddling with her handcuffs, using the cold touch of the metal to regain a sliver of composure. "It's... like this..." Her voice grew smaller, clearly holding back. "The most extreme time, he handcuffed me to the head of the bed for three whole hours, I couldn't move at all. I was so frustrated." As she said this, she secretly glanced at Yang Xue and saw her looking at her with a smile, so she quickly lowered her head again. Yang Xue covered her mouth and giggled, teasing, "Haha, it seems your husband is quite capable! But it also shows he cares about you, otherwise, why would he 'take care' of you like this. You, stop complaining. You might have to continue enjoying this 'special treatment' in the future!" Lin Ruoxi snorted, feigning anger. "You're still laughing. You don't even pity me." Yang Xue shook her head with a smile, but a different light flickered in her eyes. "Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore. But you need to think carefully about how to deal with your husband. Don't always let him have his way so easily." Lin Ruoxi rolled her eyes at her but couldn't help but laugh. Their laughter echoed in the cell again, but within that laughter, it seemed to hide their respective thoughts... "Oh, it's so boring being confined like this. Time feels so long. If this continues, I'll get sick of it," Yang Xue tilted her head slightly, a sly glint in her eyes. A smile involuntarily curved her lips, as if she had already thought of a fun idea. "Why don't we play a game?" Lin Ruoxi slowly raised her cuffed hands, her movements slightly stiff. She tucked a strand of hair that had fallen onto her cheek behind her ear. This simple action caused the shackles to jingle, breaking the brief silence. "Okay, what game?" she asked, feigning nonchalance. Xia Rou desperately tried to twist her waist to escape the camera's capture, but the sturdy restraints pinned her firmly to the humiliating cross, rendering all her struggles useless except for causing more shameful tremors on the screen. She was forced to examine her most shameful, most private parts, so openly displayed, from an unprecedented, detached perspective. A searing shame instantly burned through her entire body, her skin flushing crimson. Ning Yuanyuan crossed her arms, smugly observing Xia Rou's reaction, and let out a light chuckle. Liang Qing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses. "Directly witnessing the treatment process will help you understand the necessity of recovery and better... 'cooperate' with the therapy. Overcoming unnecessary shame is also part of the recovery." She wrapped this blatant humiliation in a layer of high-sounding rhetoric. With that, Liang Qing retrieved a daunting instrument from the nearby equipment cart. It was an electrotherapy device, its main body encased in cold white plastic, covered with various precise buttons and faintly glowing indicator lights. A thick wire connected to a more eye-catching attachment – a metal anal plug, about ten centimeters long and as thick as a thumb. Its surface was extremely smooth, reflecting the cold, sharp gleam of stainless steel. The tip was designed with a rounded, streamlined shape, and a barely visible, extremely fine metal ring seemed to be embedded in the middle section, presumably the electrode for current output. Liang Qing picked up a piece of alcohol cotton with tweezers and slowly, deliberately wiped the metal anal plug, the scent of disinfectant filling the air. As she worked, she explained in a tone that was chillingly academic, "Next, we will use the low-frequency pulsed electrical stimulation therapy device. The primary function of this instrument is to, through the rectal electrode probe," she said, tapping the metal anal plug with her finger, "release microcurrent pulses of specific frequencies and intensities to directly stimulate your sphincter muscles." Xia Rou's pupils contracted sharply. She stared fixedly at the terrifying instrument on the screen, which Liang Qing held in her hand and was slowly turning towards her private parts. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Liang Qing, as if not seeing her fear, continued her detailed explanation. "This stimulation has multiple effects. It can effectively relieve muscles that are overly tense or fatigued, causing them to contract and relax rhythmically, which is crucial for restoring muscle elasticity and control." She paused, picked up a bottle of transparent coupling gel, and squeezed a generous amount onto the cold metal anal plug, making it glisten with a slick, greasy sheen. "The microcurrent can penetrate deep into the tissues, promote local blood circulation, accelerate the resolution of inflammation and swelling, and alleviate your pain and discomfort." The lubricant-coated metal anal plug was held steadily by Liang Qing, slowly approaching the small, helplessly slightly parted opening on the screen... "No! I don't want to... Yuanyuan... Warden Ning! You know! You know I'm not... Please! Don't do this! I was wrong! I'll never dare again! Don't use this!" Xia Rou completely broke down, crying incoherently, struggling, tears gushing out, mixing with saliva and dripping onto the cold leather of the treatment bed. She even pleaded with Ning Yuanyuan, knowing it was a slim hope. Ning Yuanyuan leaned down, whispered into Xia Rou's ear in a volume only they could hear, cold and gleeful, "You know to beg now? It's too late. Enjoy it..." Xia Rou froze instantly. All her cries and struggles solidified, leaving only endless despair. Meanwhile, the young female guard, Xiao Wang, had already flushed red, flustered and at a loss. Her round face was etched with embarrassment and reluctance. Her gaze darted away, she couldn't bear to look at the screen, nor at Xia Rou's naked lower body and that terrifying 'treatment' instrument. She subconsciously clutched the hem of her tightly fitting uniform, her fingers twisting together. She wanted to say something, but seeing Ning Yuanyuan's cold profile and Doctor Liang's unquestionable demeanor, the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back, only able to lower her head deeply, staring at her own shoe tips, her heart filled with conflicted struggle. Liang Qing adjusted the camera angle, making the close-up on the screen even clearer, almost filling the entire frame. Then, she held the slick, cold metal anal plug and steadily, precisely pressed it against the small entrance that was constantly contracting and quivering with extreme fear. "Hiss—" The cold touch made Xia Rou gasp, her body jerking violently. On the screen, the rounded metal tip could be clearly seen pressing against the tender folds, sinking slightly. "No... don't go in... take it out... please..." Xia Rou's voice was weak and helpless, with a distinct tremor. Liang Qing's wrist moved slightly, and she slowly pushed the metal anal plug in. Due to the ample lubrication and the extreme dilation beforehand, there was not much physical resistance during insertion. However, the cold, foreign, forcibly filled sensation. made this once high-and-mighty prison warden feel an immense humiliation... She could clearly feel the cold metal rod inching its way into her body, sliding along the sensitive intestinal walls, bringing an indescribable, scalp-tingling sense of invasion. On the screen, the metal object was steadily disappearing into her. Finally, the anal plug was fully inserted, leaving only a short base resting against the outside. An extremely intense, distending foreign body sensation was firmly lodged in Xia Rou's deepest core, reminding her of everything she was enduring. Liang Qing adjusted a few knobs on the instrument, connected the wires, "Now, we begin low-intensity microcurrent stimulation. Relax, and feel the passive movement of your muscles." The instrument's beeping seemed to intensify slightly. The next second, Xia Rou's body jolted upwards violently, the restraints digging into her painfully! "Ahhh—!" A stronger electrical pulse, like a ferocious tide, instantly swept over all her senses! The previous tingling sensation abruptly escalated into sharp, unbearable stinging and intense throbbing, exploding from the depths of her body, wildly assaulting her nerve endings! The image on the screen became even more "active," even "frenzied"! That poor patch of muscle spasmed, contracted, and trembled with unprecedented force and speed, tightly clenching the invading object. Each contraction brought stronger stimulation and feedback, forming a terrifying and shameful cycle. Xiao Wang furtively glanced at the screen, his face instantly flushing to the point of bleeding. "Sister Ning... this... isn't this intensity... a bit too much? She seems to be in a lot of pain..." Xiao Wang finally couldn't help but voice his objection, his voice as faint as a mosquito's. "Pain?" Ning Yuanyuan raised an eyebrow and reprimanded sharply, "For a female inmate like her, who is incorrigible and has peculiar fetishes, are conventional methods effective? Dr. Liang is an expert; her treatment plan naturally makes sense! We are helping her! Helping her overcome her bad habits, helping her recover her health! If she can't even endure this temporary 'discomfort,' what's the point of rehabilitation?!" Her righteous scolding left Xiao Wang speechless. He could only lower his head again, nervously twisting the hem of his clothes, not daring to speak further. Ning Yuanyuan withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, looking back at Xia Rou, who was writhing and moaning in agony under the electrical torture. The excited glint in her eyes intensified. She didn't stop; her fingers reached for the intensity knob again. "No! Please! Don't add any more! Really... I'll really die... Ahh—!" Xia Rou's pleas were shattered by another wave of amplified current. The knob was turned again. The needle pointed to a higher setting. This time, Xia Rou couldn't even let out a complete scream. Her body tensed to the extreme, like a drawn bow, her head arching back forcefully, her neck forming fragile lines, and a "gurgling," almost suffocating sound escaping her throat. Her eyeballs rolled upwards uncontrollably, revealing large whites. The intense current, like high-voltage electricity, pierced all her defenses. Pain and an indescribable, violent throbbing consumed all her thoughts. She felt as if she had been thrown into a boiling oil pot, every cell screaming, trembling, and melting. On the screen, the spasms in that area had almost turned into frenzied vibrations, making one worry if the delicate muscle would tear. Ning Yuanyuan admired Xia Rou's expression of extreme agony and her body's reactions, a smile of near ecstasy spreading across her face. But it seemed she felt it wasn't enough. "It's not enough to just 'treat' the rear, is it?" she murmured to herself. "The equipment here is quite complete," Ning Yuanyuan walked over to the nearby instrument cart and began to rummage through it with interest. The top layer of the cart held various sizes of dilators, lubricants, gauze, and the like, while the bottom layer... A sharp glint flashed in Ning Yuanyuan's eyes. She took out a small metal tray from the bottom layer, which contained several "special" instruments—a few pairs of exquisite electric nipple clamps, and several thin-lined, coin-sized conductive silicone patches. The nipple clamps were made of metal, small yet powerful. Inside the jaws, fine metal contacts for conducting electricity could be seen. The silicone patches were even thinner and lighter, seemingly able to adhere to any area requiring stimulation. "Found them," Ning Yuanyuan's smile deepened. "Comprehensive treatment is effective. Especially for a slut like you... who only knows how to seduce men and is shameless." The female staff member walked back to the console, and this time, what she brought made Yu Na's pupils contract sharply—it was a chastity belt, complex in structure and gleaming with a cold metallic luster. The chastity belt was primarily composed of two smooth stainless steel plates, front and back, connected by slender metal strips on the sides and between the legs. However, the most striking features were the two attached devices: one, positioned at the front to cover her intimate parts, was a metal plug of astonishing thickness and length; the other, located at the rear to correspond with her anus, was a similarly sized conical metal plug. The surfaces of both plugs appeared to have subtle, threaded protrusions. On one side of the belt, a small electronic control module and a lock were faintly visible. "No... wait..." Yu Na couldn't help but blurt out, her voice hoarse and hurried due to the restraint around her neck. "This... this isn't necessary, is it? I..." She couldn't imagine how those cold, massive metal objects would enter her body, let alone that they were electric. The female staff member paused and looked at her, her eyes still devoid of any emotion. "Ms. Yu, this is the highest level of security measure. To ensure you are absolutely 'well-behaved' and 'clean' during the meeting. Please understand and cooperate." Her tone was as if she were stating a perfectly normal regulation, but the content sent Yu Na plummeting into an icy abyss. The male staff member added from the side, his voice carrying an undeniable pressure, "Director Li specifically emphasized 'foolproof' throughout the entire process. Please don't make things difficult for us." Mentioning Li Hongnan again was like a final ultimatum. All of Yu Na's protests were choked in her throat. She looked at the cold metal chastity belt, her body trembling slightly from fear and intense shame. The bells on the nipple clamps tinkled softly with her tremors. She understood that she had no room to refuse. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering violently, and finally nodded lightly as if accepting her fate, squeezing out a faint, almost inaudible sound from the depths of her throat: "...Yes." Seeing this, the female staff member said no more. She gestured for Yu Na to spread her legs and remain kneeling. Yu Na complied with difficulty, exposing her most private parts completely. The female staff member put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves, picked up a small bottle of lubricant, and carefully applied it to the surfaces of the two cold metal plugs, as well as to Yu Na's corresponding orifices. The cold sensation of the lubricant sent a shiver through Yu Na, and her body tensed up. Then, the female staff member picked up the chastity belt, adjusted the angle of the plugs, and aligned them. Yu Na gritted her teeth, turned her head away, not daring to watch the incredibly shameful scene about to unfold. She could feel the cold, hard, massive metal tip pressing against the entrance of her tender, already moist flesh. Without hesitation, the female staff member pushed forward, steady and firm. "Ah—!" Yu Na let out an uncontrollable sob-like gasp. The sensation of foreign invasion was overwhelming! The cold, threaded metal plug, with irresistible force, slowly and steadily pried open her tight, slick passage, penetrating deeper. The feeling of being forcibly filled, occupied by a cold foreign object, made her scalp tingle, and her toes curled sharply, the slender heel of her high-heeled shoe digging into the carpet. Almost simultaneously, a similar, even sharper sensation of invasion came from her rear. The conical anal plug, also cold and threaded, was attempting to break through the tight resistance of her anal flower. Yu Na's entire body tensed, her sphincter muscles contracting violently in a desperate, instinctive attempt to repel this terrifying intrusion, but it was in vain. The female staff member, using lubrication and steady pressure, slowly pushed the anal plug more than halfway in. The two metal plugs were finally fully inserted. The front and back plates of the chastity belt pressed tightly against Yu Na's pubic bone and between her buttocks. The cold metal was in direct contact with her most private skin. The presence of the two foreign objects inside her was incredibly vivid. They not only filled the internal space, but the subtle threads on their surfaces also brought a distinct friction and an undeniable sense of foreignness with every slight muscle contraction. The female staff member adjusted the position of the chastity belt to ensure it perfectly conformed to Yu Na's body curves, then with a "click," she used a small key to completely lock the side mechanism. This meant Yu Na herself could not escape this shameful confinement. Yu Na collapsed to her knees, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed to the point of bleeding. What was the difference between this and the iron pants she had personally put on Xia Lan? She never imagined she would experience such a fate one day, if not for... The male attendant did not stop at any of the doors that looked like reception rooms or bedrooms. Instead, he led her deeper into the corridor, where the light was dimmer and the atmosphere grew more oppressive. Finally, they stopped before an inconspicuous iron door at the end of the corridor, its color a deeper shade than the others. This door had no handle, only a small keypad next to it. A flicker of doubt crossed Yu Na's mind. This was not Li Hongnan's usual style. He preferred luxury, comfort, and complete control, not this... cold, oppressive place that felt like a confinement cell. The male attendant released the chain and entered a series of numbers on the keypad. The iron door made a soft "click" and slowly swung inward. A cool breeze, carrying a mixed scent of dust and disinfectant, wafted out. The sight behind the door made Yu Na's pupils contract, and her steps instinctively faltered for a moment. Inside was an extremely small space, almost a cage. The four walls were bare, rough concrete, devoid of any decoration, not even a window. The room was perhaps only three to four square meters, with a slightly oppressive ceiling height. A single, low-wattage dim yellow bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a faint glow that barely illuminated the cramped space, instead throwing more heavy shadows. In the corner, a simple stainless-steel squat toilet was vaguely visible. Other than that, there was nothing. It was cold, crude, and lifeless, a stark contrast to the modern chill of the corridor outside and the private club rooms she had imagined. This was not at all the place she had expected to meet Li Hongnan! A strong sense of unease and confusion instantly seized Yu Na's heart. "Enter," the male attendant's voice was still steady and emotionless. He stepped aside, gesturing for Yu Na to enter the small room. Yu Na hesitated. She looked up, trying to find a clue on the male attendant's handsome yet cold face, or on the equally expressionless face of the female attendant beside him, but there was nothing. "What... what is this place?" Yu Na's voice was hoarse and hesitant, due to the restraint around her neck and her inner anxiety. "Director Li...?" "Please enter, Ms. Yu," the female attendant spoke. "Don't waste time." Being urged again, and in such a commanding tone, Yu Na's unease rapidly grew. But her long-ingrained habit of obedience, and her fear of Li Hongnan's power, made her dare not truly disobey. She bit her lower lip, leaving tiny teeth marks on the full, scarlet-lipped mouth. She finally took a step, dragging her heavy shackles, and laboriously crossed the threshold into the small, cold, and extremely uncomfortable space. As soon as she entered, a chill spread from her feet up her calves. The air in the room seemed even more stagnant and cold. The male and female attendants also entered. The cramped space felt even more crowded with the presence of three people. Then, the male attendant walked to a corner of the room. Yu Na finally noticed that under the dim yellow light, a thick metal ring was fixed to the floor in the corner. A similarly thick, dark iron chain was attached to the ring at one end, with the other end lying on the ground. The links were as thick as a thumb, appearing incredibly heavy. Yu Na looked at the iron chain. This scene was exactly like a solitary confinement cell for serious offenders in a prison! The male attendant picked up the clasp at the end of the heavy iron chain and walked towards Yu Na. "No... please wait..." Yu Na instinctively took a small step back, but the shackles restricted her movement, making her clumsy. Her back immediately hit the cold, rough concrete wall, sending a shiver through her skin. "What does this mean? Where is Director Li? I want to see Director Li!" Her voice carried obvious panic and a hint of pleading, a stark contrast to the deliberately maintained charming obedience she had displayed earlier. The male attendant ignored her questions and resistance. He walked directly in front of her and reached out to grasp the cold metal collar around her neck. The front of the collar had a ring for attachment. He skillfully attached the clasp at the end of the heavy iron chain to the ring with a "click." Yu Na felt the collar suddenly become heavy, and a stronger downward pull on her neck forced her head to bow lower. This heavy iron chain was far heavier than the chain between her shackles. Its weight was entirely borne by her neck through the collar, creating a strong sense of restraint and suffocation. "Director Li will not be seeing you at the moment," the female attendant said beside Yu Na. "Please wait here patiently." "Wait? Here?" Yu Na's voice trembled slightly with shock and humiliation. She couldn't comprehend the situation. Li Hongnan had gone to such lengths, given her such hints through Zhou Yuan, made her dress up in this shameful way to come here, only to lock her in this concrete box and chain her up? This was completely inconsistent with Li Hongnan's usual style! "This is the Director's arrangement," the male attendant confirmed the chain was securely locked, then took a step back, repeating in a cold, hard voice, as if this was the final answer and required no explanation. Just then, Yu Na saw the female attendant pull something from the side pocket of her dark gray suit – it was a round, hollow, soft silicone gag, colored red. Yu Na's eyes widened abruptly. "No... I don't need this... I promise I won't make a sound..." She shook her head in terror, trying to evade, but the restraint on her neck limited her range of motion severely, and the wall behind her left her nowhere to escape. The female attendant ignored her pleas and acted swiftly. She pried open Yu Na's jaw, forcing her mouth open. The red silicone ball was precisely inserted into her mouth, filling it completely, forcing her tongue down. A faint rubbery smell permeated the air. The strap was pulled across her cheeks and quickly fastened at the back of her head. "Mmm... mmmph!" Yu Na could only let out muffled, desperate nasal sounds. Saliva began to secrete uncontrollably, quickly accumulating around the gag, making her feel extremely embarrassed. Her eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and intense shame as she looked at the two attendants, trying to convey her protest and questions with her gaze. But what was even more devastating was yet to come. The male attendant took out a black electronic remote control, about the size of his palm, from the pocket of his tailored uniform pants. The remote had a few simple buttons and a small indicator light. Her pupils contracted sharply with fear, and her body recoiled violently. The chain went taut, emitting a harsh scraping sound. The female attendant looked at Yu Na's reaction and said in her usual flat tone, "The Director specifically instructed that you should 'rest' well here. He also said..." She paused, her gaze pointedly sweeping over Yu Na's bare body, bound by ropes and metal, especially her lower abdomen, "...with this, you won't feel bored." As soon as she finished speaking, the male attendant, expressionless, pressed a button on the remote.