Xia Lan's Thousand Nights in Prison [Completed]

The show focuses on interviewing all sorts of prisoners, including those on death row or serving life sentences for major crimes. Today, Xia Lan arrived at the First Prison as usual, ready to meet a very special death row inmate. "Lan Lan, you're here!" Yu Na, Xia Lan's good friend and a female prison guard, was already waiting for her not far from the main gate. "Yeah, you could say I'm cursed! Having to work overtime on the weekend!" Xia Lan deliberately put on a look of utter despair and complained to Yu Na. But inwardly, she was quite satisfied with her job. "Doesn't that just highlight how important you are, Lan Lan? Come on, let's go shopping together after the interview!" Yu Na said with a playful smile. "Okay! Since I'm working so hard, you have to treat me to something delicious!" Xia Lan responded enthusiastically. The two walked side-by-side towards the cell designated for interviews. As they entered the cell, an oppressive atmosphere immediately hit them. The mottled marks on the walls and the dim lighting created an inexplicable sense of tension. Xia Lan took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and prepared to begin her interview. Through the one-way mirror, Xia Lan saw the subject of today's interview—a death row inmate, a strikingly beautiful young woman who had just turned twenty. Since it was summer, Lin Yaoyao was wearing a short-sleeved, short-panted prison uniform and sat on a chair. She wore a pair of simple slippers, and heavy restraints were fastened all over her body. A particularly thick collar hung around her neck, connected to an iron chain. Further down, the chain was tightly linked to the handcuffs on Lin Yaoyao's wrists, which were ultimately connected to the heavy shackles on her feet. The heavy shackles appeared particularly oppressive against the backdrop of her slender ankles. "Nana, is that Lin Yaoyao? She's so young?" Xia Lan asked Yu Na incredulously. "Yes! She's still a college student, tricked by her boyfriend into participating in drug trafficking! Such a beautiful age, gone just like that..." Yu Na said with regret. "Why would they put so many restraints on such a delicate young girl?" Xia Lan asked Yu Na, a hint of an imperceptible emotion in her eyes. "After sentencing, she became very resistant after being put in restraints, causing trouble repeatedly! You know there are rules in prison, so it's just as you see," Yu Na explained briefly. "Will she be able to cooperate with me for the interview?" Xia Lan asked with some concern. "That... I don't know! She was still very resistant when they brought her over just now," Yu Na recalled the recent experience as if it were still vivid. "Sounds like a tough assignment!" Xia Lan sighed. "You're so capable, Lan Lan! It'll definitely be fine," Yu Na encouraged Xia Lan. Now, it was up to Xia Lan. Before entering the interview cell, Xia Lan took a deep breath, organizing her thoughts and emotions. She knew that facing such an interviewee required sufficient patience and empathy. Upon entering the cell, Xia Lan saw Lin Yaoyao sitting on a simple chair, her hands secured to the armrests by handcuffs, and her ankles locked by heavy shackles. Despite this, a trace of stubbornness and defiance remained on her face. "Hello, Lin Yaoyao, I'm Xia Lan, a reporter from the television station. Today we're doing a program about law and life, and I hope you'll cooperate with our interview," Xia Lan said in the gentlest tone possible. Hearing Xia Lan's words, Lin Yaoyao looked up, gave her a cold glance, and remained silent. Seeing Lin Yaoyao's lack of cooperation, Xia Lan had to resort to gentle means to try and bridge the distance! Xia Lan pulled over a chair and sat opposite Lin Yaoyao, maintaining the same eye level. She knew that eye contact and posture were crucial for closing psychological distance. So, she smiled at Lin Yaoyao, trying to disarm her with a friendly expression. "Lin Yaoyao, I understand your family background. You're only twenty this year, still a college student, and you should have had a bright future. But now, everything has changed. I want to hear your story, okay?" Xia Lan's voice was gentle yet firm. Lin Yaoyao's eyes flickered, seeming to waver for a moment, but she quickly regained her indifferent expression. "There's nothing to say," she replied indifferently. Xia Lan didn't give up and continued, "Everyone has their own story, whether it's good or bad. As a reporter, I hope to present a real you to the audience. If you're willing to share your experiences, perhaps it can help more people avoid walking down the same path as you." After a few minutes of silence, Lin Yaoyao finally spoke, "You don't understand my life at all, why waste your time on me?" Xia Lan slowly knelt, the moment her knees touched the cold floor sending a chill through her thin prison uniform. Her heart began to race, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She knew this was the price she had to pay to get closer to Lin Yaoyao, but her pride and dignity still fought against it. Yu Na watched Xia Lan kneel, a smile playing on her lips. Yu Na picked up the collar, an exquisite piece of iron, its cold metallic sheen reflecting the room's lights. She slowly approached Xia Lan and fastened the collar around her neck. Xia Lan could feel the metal against her skin, a strange intimacy that made her heart pound faster. "Are you ready?" Yu Na asked softly, her hammer already poised. Xia Lan didn't answer, merely closing her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. Yu Na began to hammer the rivets, each strike causing Xia Lan's body to tremble slightly. The sound echoed in the room, like the drumbeat of some ritual, each blow landing heavily on Xia Lan's heart. As the final hammer strike fell, the collar was securely fixed around Xia Lan's neck. She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, finding herself surprisingly alluring. "Get up," Yu Na extended a hand, helping Xia Lan to her feet. Xia Lan touched the collar around her neck, feeling its presence. She knew that from this moment on, the distance between her and Lin Yaoyao would shrink. She was no longer an observer but had truly entered Lin Yaoyao's world. "Next are the handcuffs," Xia Lan extended her hands cooperatively, looking quite shy. Her wrists were slender and fair, unblemished, like a piece of exquisite art. Yet, these beautiful hands were about to be bound by cold iron. Yu Na slowly placed a pair of all-black handcuffs onto Xia Lan's delicate wrists. The icy touch of the metal made Xia Lan shiver, and she could feel the weight of the metal against her skin. Yu Na carefully placed the rivets into the holes and then gently tapped them with the hammer, securing the rivets tightly. Each tap was accompanied by a dull thud, each one seeming to strike Xia Lan's heart, her shame surging like a tide, threatening to drown her. With the last rivet hammered shut, the handcuffs locked Xia Lan's hands firmly. She tried to move her wrists, only to find that she couldn't break free from the iron restraint. Xia Lan felt a sharp pain in her wrists, as if countless needles were piercing her flesh. Her brows furrowed, and her face contorted in pain. But she didn't cry out, merely biting her lip and enduring the agony in silence. Fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, trickling down her cheeks. Her face flushed red from the pain, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and resilience. "Does it hurt?" Yu Na asked with concern. Though her voice was gentle, her eyes held a hint of coldness and ruthlessness. "It's fine," Xia Lan replied, suppressing the pain. Her voice was weak but filled with resolve and courage. Her arms trembled slightly, but she showed no signs of backing down. Yu Na looked at Xia Lan's fortitude, a sense of admiration rising within her. She knew this girl wouldn't yield easily. A flicker of approval crossed her eyes before she continued to fit Xia Lan with other restraints. Next, Yu Na brought a pair of ten-pound leg irons before Xia Lan. "Lanlan, do you really want to wear these? Your feet are so beautiful, and these are very heavy and will hurt your feet!" Yu Na looked at Xia Lan's beautiful feet, a teasing glint in her eyes. Xia Lan slightly raised her head, her gaze firm as she looked at Yu Na. "Mm... bring them on!" Her voice was soft but carried an undeniable determination... "No, you are not 'just' a prisoner," Xia Lan corrected gently. "You are a person, someone with a story and emotions. I want to understand the real you." Xia Lan's voice was soft, her eyes conveying a sincerity that seemed to pierce through Lin Yaoyao's defenses. However, Lin Yaoyao was not swayed. Her tone was icy as she responded, "Do you think this will make me talk? You've only experienced a fraction of the humiliation I've endured!" Faced with such a response, Xia Lan did not retreat. She continued, "Then what do you want me to do? If I can do it, I will." Lin Yaoyao looked up, her gaze locking onto Xia Lan's eyes as if trying to see through her limits. "I want you to stay and keep me company for a while. Can you do that?" It was a seemingly unreasonable request, even a test, but Lin Yaoyao saw it as a trial for Xia Lan. "This..." Xia Lan felt a pang of difficulty. She knew what this request entailed – she would have to spend time in prison, sharing a cell with a convict. The discomfort from the iron pants was a constant reminder of where she was. "I knew you couldn't do it!" Lin Yaoyao continued, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. To Lin Yaoyao's surprise, Xia Lan slowly said, "Alright, I promise!" Her voice was faint, but it carried an unshakeable resolve. As Xia Lan left the interview, she told Yu Na about it. Yu Na was a prison guard and Xia Lan's friend. Upon hearing the news, Yu Na immediately objected, "Lanlan, do you know where this is? This is a prison, not a place you can just walk into!" Xia Lan looked at Yu Na anxiously, reaching out to shake her arm. "Nana, you must have a way!" Her hands were bound tightly by handcuffs, each movement accompanied by a twinge of pain. "Absolutely not! Lanlan, don't put me in a difficult position!" Yu Na still disagreed. "Nana, please! We've come this far, I have to complete this interview!" Xia Lan's voice held a touch of pleading. Xia Lan knew this would be an unforgettable experience in her career, an opportunity to prove herself. In fact, Xia Lan had always wanted to experience life as a prisoner firsthand, and this seemed like her chance... "Sigh, fine! Come with me!" Yu Na finally relented. She sighed and pushed open the door, walking out first. Xia Lan, weighed down by the heavy shackles, followed, each step arduous and painful. Xia Lan followed Yu Na to another room, the door marked "Interrogation Room." Yu Na sat at her desk, rummaging through a drawer for a piece of paper covered in text. Xia Lan stood to the side, dragging her heavy restraints, looking like a female inmate. "Lanlan, take a look and fill in the information!" Yu Na's gaze swept over Xia Lan's feet, shackled with ten kilograms of iron, her thoughts unreadable. Xia Lan reached out and took the cold paper. The first line, in bold red letters, clearly read "Nanzhou City First Prison Voluntary Surrender Registration Form." A flicker of surprise and confusion crossed her eyes. "Nana, what is this?" Xia Lan's voice was laced with doubt as she looked up at Yu Na. "I told you before, this is a prison! Only two types of people come here: prisoners, and us," Yu Na said, deliberately putting on a stern face, but the glint in her eyes betrayed a hint of playfulness. Hearing this, Xia Lan's heart suddenly surged with an inexplicable tension. "I... I didn't intend to surrender!" Her voice trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes. Seeing Xia Lan's flustered state, Yu Na finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Lanlan, don't be nervous! I was just teasing you. I'll find a way to get you out later!" she said with a chuckle, but a subtle, unfathomable depth in her eyes suggested she was plotting something. Xia Lan's taut nerves finally relaxed slightly. She let out a long sigh, trying to calm her turbulent emotions. "You scared me to death! Alright, since that's the case, I'll fill it out!" she said, her voice tinged with a mix of helplessness and relief. Yu Na handed Xia Lan a pen and pointed to a blank space on the form. "What should I fill in here?" Xia Lan's brow furrowed as she looked at the "Statement of Criminal Offense" on the form, appearing somewhat at a loss. "This, you need to clearly state your 'criminal motive' and 'criminal process.' Have you decided on a charge for yourself?" Yu Na explained with a smile, her eyes sparkling with cunning. Xia Lan pondered for a moment, then looked up and said firmly, "Nana, Lin Yaoyao's charge was drug trafficking, right? I want to write that too!" "Are you sure you want to write that? Once it's written, it can't be changed," Yu Na reminded her cautiously, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Mmm... I've thought about it! Let's go with that. It's all fake anyway, isn't it?" Xia Lan said, feigning lightness, but a barely perceptible hesitation hid in her voice. "Alright, then write down your drug trafficking experience. Remember to be detailed, it'll be easier to get approved," Yu Na instructed patiently, but her gaze held an indescribable quality, as if she were secretly observing Xia Lan's every move. Just then, the female doctor in the examination room, Liang Wei, walked over. Her gaze lingered on Xia Lan for a moment before turning to Yu Na. "Wait a moment, I have something to attend to." "Understood, Dr. Liang!" Yu Na replied with a smile. Xia Lan whispered, "Nana, do we really have to do the physical?" "Of course!" Yu Na answered crisply. "This is a mandatory procedure before entering the prison." Xia Lan bit her lip and murmured, "Be honest! I'm regretting this a little now. It feels so stifling to be a prisoner!" "I warned you long ago!" Yu Na replied in a low voice, her expression unchanged. "What does the physical exam involve?" Xia Lan asked with some unease. "You'll find out soon enough!" Yu Na deliberately didn't tell Xia Lan, wanting to maintain an element of mystery. At that moment, Liang Wei called out, "Bring her in!" "I haven't seen this prisoner before!" Liang Wei asked Yu Na in a low voice. "She's a recent arrival. Thank you, Dr. Liang!" Yu Na said politely. "She looks so familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before!" Liang Wei mused, unable to recall, and then walked in. Yu Na escorted Xia Lan to the examination room. "Let's verify the prisoner's number first," the prison doctor, Liang Wei, said calmly, looking at Xia Lan. Having been prompted by Xu Bingbing earlier, Xia Lan knew how to cooperate with the examination. Xia Lan cautiously lifted her right foot, attempting to show Liang Wei the identification information on the sole of her foot. However, due to the shackles, she couldn't lift her foot completely. Xia Lan instinctively looked up at Liang Wei, only to be met with an even more humiliating scene. "Don't you know prisoners have to kneel before their number is verified?" Xia Lan's cheeks instantly flushed. After a moment's hesitation, she chose to kneel. Liang Wei held an instrument and scanned the sole of Xia Lan's foot. Xia Lan squeezed her eyes shut, afraid to meet Liang Wei's gaze. She could feel the other woman's eyes piercing her like needles. Although Liang Wei's movements were gentle, to Xia Lan, each action felt like a heavy blow to her heart. She bit her lip, trying desperately not to make a sound, but the inner humiliation surged like a tide. "Alright, you can get up now." Liang Wei finally spoke, her tone as indifferent as if nothing had just happened. Xia Lan slowly stood up, her legs feeling weak. She leaned against the wall to steady herself. But Liang Wei's next words plunged Xia Lan into further disarray. "Take off all your prison clothes." Liang Wei said, still looking at Xia Lan with complete calmness. Xia Lan's hands were tightly bound together by handcuffs, and the way her fingers were intertwined revealed her current embarrassment and resistance! Liang Wei, accustomed to such scenes, did not urge her. Suppressing the shame that kept washing over her, Xia Lan began to move as Liang Wei had instructed. The restraints on her body made crisp metallic clinks with each movement. As her prison clothes were removed one by one, her iron pants were exposed to Liang Wei. "Hmm?" Liang Wei frowned slightly and quickly walked out of the examination room. "Why is this prisoner wearing iron pants for her physical? What am I supposed to examine!" Liang Wei complained with clear dissatisfaction. "My apologies, Dr. Liang! I'll open them for her now." With that, Yu Na quickly entered the examination room. Xu Lin nodded slightly as he watched Xia Lan kneel, then began to adjust the chains. He first threaded the chain connected to the uppermost hook through the ring on Xia Lan's collar, carefully adjusting its length. The goal was to keep Xia Lan at this exact height, preventing her from moving her neck freely. Xia Lan felt a tightening around her neck, then she was firmly secured by the chain, her head forced to remain at this height, kneeling in a posture of utter humiliation. After dealing with her neck, Xu Lin removed the chain from the hook in front of Xia Lan's waist. He wrapped it around her waist a few times, and with each wrap, Xia Lan felt an invisible pressure increasing. "Mmm..." Xia Lan couldn't help but let out a low moan. Xu Lin seemed to relish Xia Lan's discomfort. He picked up a large padlock and, with a "click," locked Xia Lan's handcuffs to the chain around her waist, as if locking away all her dignity and freedom along with it. This was not the end. He then took out another pair of handcuffs from his utility belt. The metal of the handcuffs was cold and hard. Xu Lin's gaze fell upon Xia Lan's slender ankles. Xu Lin squatted down, deliberately gripping one of Xia Lan's ankles tightly. A flicker of barely perceptible excitement flashed in his eyes. He attached one end of the handcuffs to Xia Lan's ankle at an appropriate position, and with a gentle press and a crisp "click," the handcuffs locked securely. He repeated the process for Xia Lan's other ankle, carefully checking the security of the handcuffs to ensure she couldn't break free. His gaze moved further down, settling on Xia Lan's toes. He took out another pair of toe cuffs. The two ends of the toe cuffs were placed on Xia Lan's big toes, and then slowly tightened. Xia Lan could feel her toes being gradually restrained, the pressure filling her with humiliation. When the toe cuffs were tightened to a certain extent, Xu Lin took out a small key and inserted it into the lock of the toe cuffs. With a soft "click," the toe cuffs were completely locked. Xu Lin stood up, brushed the dust off his hands, and looked at Xia Lan, who was kneeling there, securely bound. Though his expression remained impassive, his eyes revealed a strong desire for control. He crossed his arms and slowly said, "These are the rules of the prison. If you don't want to suffer, behave yourself from now on and don't cause trouble!" With that, Xu Lin turned and left. As time passed, Xia Lan's legs began to go numb, and her knees throbbed with a sharp pain, as if countless needles were pricking her. Her heart was filled with humiliation and helplessness. When had she ever been treated like this before? Now, to experience life in prison for a special interview, she had fallen into such a predicament. "Lanlan, why are you here? What happened?" Just as Xia Lan was finding it increasingly unbearable, Yu Na's voice sounded in her ear! Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Lan felt a glimmer of hope surge through her. She struggled to turn her head to look at Yu Na. When she saw Yu Na, the grievances in her heart immediately erupted, and tears flowed uncontrollably. She sobbed, "I... I..." But her body was tightly bound, and she couldn't move at all. In fact, Yu Na had arrived earlier but hadn't shown herself immediately. Seeing Xia Lan in such a disheveled state, Yu Na felt a mixture of sympathy and an indescribable emotion spreading within her. She then squatted down and began to comfort Xia Lan, "I told you many times before that life here isn't easy! Do you know that now?" "Mmm..." Xia Lan poured out everything about being bullied. After listening, Yu Na became furious and said, "This is too much! They actually treated you like this!" "Nana, can you open these things? It's so uncomfortable, and my feet hurt so much!" Xia Lan said plaintively. Yu Na's face showed a troubled expression. She reached out and gently stroked Xia Lan's ankle, her fingertips gliding over her skin. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I don't have the key, and this area isn't under my jurisdiction." She fully felt the softness of Xia Lan's feet. "Stop playing! I'm like this, and you're still in the mood to play!" Shame washed over Xia Lan, her heart filled with helplessness. Her voice trembled, each word seeming to be spoken with all her strength. "Lanlan, you're starting to look more and more like a prisoner now!" Yu Na's hand subtly slid across Xia Lan's sole, causing Xia Lan to instinctively react. Under Yu Na's touch, she felt a mixture of intense itching and pain. Her toes involuntarily curled up, trying to escape the stimulation. "Stop it, it hurts so much!" Xia Lan cried out in pain, her voice laced with tears. "How long have you been punished with kneeling?" Yu Na didn't stop her actions, shifting her focus to her toes, which were encased in toe cuffs. Her fingers gently pinched Xia Lan's slightly discolored toes, then quickly tickled her sole a few times, causing Xia Lan to struggle again... "Haha~ Half an hour... It hurts, stop it..." Xia Lan replied, her voice weak and trembling, each breath accompanied by the sensation of pain. "That's not too bad! I've seen prisoners punished with kneeling for three days! Lanlan, you need to learn to obey here and follow the rules, or life will be difficult... I have to go now, I'll come back to see you later!" Before leaving, Yu Na tickled Xia Lan's sole a few more times, eliciting a mournful sound from her. Yu Na stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and turned to leave the second correctional area, leaving Xia Lan kneeling there alone, enduring endless pain and humiliation. Xia Lan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. However, the painful sensations surged like a tide, making it impossible for her to escape... When Xu Lin saw Xia Lan with her food untouched, his eyes immediately shot out a cold glint. "3928, what's wrong with you?" Xia Lan understood what he was referring to and replied softly, "I don't have an appetite, I can't eat!" "What do you think this place is, a place where you can eat if you want and not eat if you don't? Wasting food here will result in severe punishment!" Xu Lin said coldly, unmoved by Xia Lan's beauty. "I really don't have an appetite, I'm not deliberately wasting it!" Xia Lan weakly retorted, but Xu Lin wouldn't listen to her excuses. "3928, for wasting food and violating prison regulations! You are now to be punished accordingly – a gag for one day!" the male guard announced loudly. This immediately caused a stir among the other female inmates, who kept pointing and snickering at Xia Lan... Before Xia Lan could react, she was firmly restrained by Xu Lin and Chen Dong. They stood on either side of Xia Lan like two insurmountable walls. Xu Lin roughly grabbed Xia Lan's shoulders and forcibly turned her body upright, rendering her unable to move an inch. He took out a large, round, ball-shaped silicone gag from his waist pouch. The gag also had two straps extending from it, seemingly for fixation! Chen Dong dangled the gag in front of Xia Lan's eyes and said coldly, "Open your mouth!" Xia Lan's eyes widened, filled with fear and resistance. She tightly pursed her lips, trying to struggle free from Xu Lin's grasp. However, her strength was so insignificant against Xu Lin's that she couldn't break free at all. Seeing this, Chen Dong frowned impatiently, forcefully pinched Xia Lan's chin, and pried her mouth open. Xia Lan felt a sharp pain in her jaw. Chen Dong seized the opportunity to quickly shove the gag into Xia Lan's mouth, then pulled it tight, securing it firmly on her lips. As the gag was gradually tightened, Xia Lan's lips began to contort, stretching outwards and revealing her originally neat and white teeth. Her tongue was squeezed by the gag, with nowhere to go, only able to writhe with difficulty in her mouth. Xia Lan tried to make a sound to resist, but the gag only allowed her to emit a faint whimper, a sound so helpless and desperate. Xu Lin looked at Xia Lan, now wearing the gag, with satisfaction. He patted Xia Lan's face heavily and said, "From now on, do as you're told. This is just a small punishment! If you don't obey orders again, you'll suffer later!" Zhang Li and Zhao Yuanyuan watched this scene with expressions of schadenfreude! Forced to wear the gag, Xia Lan felt immense humiliation and shame, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground. She tried to remove the gag from her mouth with her hands. After a few attempts, not only did she fail to remove it, but the corners of her mouth were pulled even tighter and hurt more. Under Xu Lin's urgent urging, Xia Lan had no choice but to follow the group back to the cell. Xia Lan's appearance naturally drew the intense attention of the other prisoners. For a time, all sorts of filthy words poured into Xia Lan's ears! Xia Lan endured the shame and humiliation in her heart, lowered her head, and let her saliva flow freely, dripping onto her prison uniform and the tops of her feet... On the way back to the cell, Zhao Yuanyuan, who was behind Xia Lan, unexpectedly stuck out her foot and heavily stepped on the chain of Xia Lan's shackles. With a "clang," this sudden move caught Xia Lan off guard, and she stumbled forward involuntarily. The heavy shackles on her body swung violently with her movement, the iron chains clashing against each other, emitting a crisp and piercing sound. Immediately, a sharp pain shot up from Xia Lan's ankle, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. "Why are you so careless when you walk!!" Zhao Yuanyuan's lips curved into a playful smile, her eyes filled with smugness and disdain. Xia Lan, wearing the gag, could only make "woo woo" sounds. She glared at Zhao Yuanyuan with wide eyes, her gaze burning with fury, as if she wanted to tear her to shreds. But Zhao Yuanyuan didn't care at all, her smile growing even brighter. He Ling, seeing this, had an even more mocking expression on her face. "Haha, look at her pathetic state, it's hilarious! She can trip herself while walking, she probably doesn't even know how to walk anymore!" As she spoke, she deliberately raised her voice so that all the surrounding prisoners could hear clearly, immediately eliciting a burst of laughter! Xia Lan suppressed the anger and humiliation in her heart. From then on, she became cautious with every step she took... Zhao Yuanyuan tried to step on the chain a few more times, but Xia Lan, having been prepared, didn't let her succeed! Outside the heavy cell door, Xia Lan, Zhang Li, Zhao Yuanyuan, He Ling, and a group of other prisoners lined up neatly against the wall and knelt down. The clanging of cold metal was particularly abrupt in the silent prison corridor, as if proclaiming their identities. They waited like this for the guards to come and verify them before they could enter the cell. Their knees made contact with the rough ground, causing a slight discomfort, but they could only endure it silently. Xu Lin and Chen Dong were each responsible for a row. They held their instruments without any slack. Xia Lan lowered her head slightly. She could feel Xu Lin's gaze linger on her for a moment before he aimed his instrument at her feet. The instrument emitted a faint beeping sound, and the screen displayed Xia Lan's identification information. Xu Lin nodded slightly, indicating that she could get up and enter the cell. Xia Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, and walked towards the cell with heavy steps, each one carrying a weary sense of liberation. Meanwhile, Chen Dong was also working on his row. As the last female inmate entered the cell, the heavy iron door slowly closed with a loud bang, as if completely isolating the group of female inmates from the outside world. Afterward, Xia Lan was bossed around by Zhang Li, Zhao Yuanyuan, He Ling, and the others. To further humiliate Xia Lan, they deliberately made her take off her shoes and kneel on the ground to scrub it. Powerless, Xia Lan was forced to do as they said, barefoot on the cold concrete floor. Lin Yaoyao sat on her bunk, coldly watching Xia Lan being humiliated by Zhang Li and the others, her eyes revealing indifference. The former glamorous and admired female host and reporter seemed to have completely become their plaything for venting. During recreation time, the cell door slowly opened. Xia Lan didn't know that Yu Na was waiting for her outside the cell. Yu Na outside the cell stared intently at the slowly opening iron door. When she saw Xia Lan, her heart was filled with mixed emotions. Xia Lan's face was covered in fatigue and humiliation, her eyes revealing pain. Her shackled feet looked even more bruised and battered, the shackles dragging on the ground with a "clanging" sound. Suddenly, Xia Lan stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Yu Na rushed forward to support her, her eyes filled with worry as she gently held Xia Lan's hand. Due to the gag, Xia Lan couldn't speak and could only look at Yu Na with a wronged expression, tears welling up in her eyes. Her eyes glazed over, staring at her feet bound by restraints, submerged in the warm, foul-smelling liquid. The messy scene instantly left her bewildered... Her once dry slippers were now completely soaked... No matter how strong Xia Lan was internally, she couldn't bear this series of blows! Crushed, Xia Lan thrashed her body, struggling violently... Every intense struggle was accompanied by the grating sound of metal colliding! Lin Jun and Xu Yuanhong, standing at the doorway, were startled by the commotion from the bathroom. Exchanging a glance, they immediately pushed the door open. Seeing the two enter, Xia Lan's mind went blank. The clearly visible liquid was slowly trickling down her ankles... Lin Jun and Xu Yuanhong immediately saw Xia Lan's disheveled state. Lin Jun became furious, berating Xia Lan, "3928, what's wrong with you? Causing so much trouble just to use the toilet? Look at how pathetic you are, what kind of behavior is this!" His tone was filled with disgust and anger. Lin Jun walked to the sink, picked up a hose, and prepared to rinse the squat toilet... Xu Yuanhong, though also showing displeasure, stepped forward and proceeded to unlock Xia Lan's chains and handcuffs one by one. He then pulled up the squatting Xia Lan... Due to maintaining a squatting position for so long, Xia Lan's legs had gone numb. Her body involuntarily leaned forward, her hair falling messily around her cheeks. "You really know how to cause trouble. Take her to wash up!" Lin Jun said to Xu Yuanhong, who responded with a helpless sigh. Xia Lan appeared extremely dazed, her absentmindedness evoking pity. Mechanically, she followed Xu Yuanhong's steps into the washroom opposite the toilet! Upon entering the washroom, Xu Yuanhong's expression turned even colder. He issued a chilling command: "Crouch in the corner!" Xia Lan's mind was a complete blank, as if all her thinking ability had vanished. She simply complied, slowly walking to the corner, squatting down, hugging her knees, and burying her head deep into them. Xu Yuanhong took out a key and removed the collar from Xia Lan's neck. He then placed a perforated iron block in front of her, gesturing for her to extend her hands. Xia Lan hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended her hands, placing them in the designated position. Xu Yuanhong gripped the hammer handle, aimed at the gap of the handcuff hole, and brought it down with a forceful strike. With a loud bang, a crack immediately appeared... This was followed by blow after blow, until the rivet was completely broken and the handcuffs were opened! Intense pain and numbness shot from Xia Lan's wrists as she gritted her teeth and endured... Xu Yuanhong was quite efficient; before long, Xia Lan's handcuffs were opened! "Extend your feet!" Xu Yuanhong's voice rang out again. Xia Lan could only tremble as she extended her feet. With the final strike, the shackles were finally smashed open, and Xia Lan's feet finally regained their freedom, though the process was excruciating! Her toes twitched slightly, feeling the long-lost freedom, but the tension in her heart did not lessen at all. Xia Lan was still immersed in the relief of regaining her freedom when Xu Yuanhong's command followed like a shadow: "Take off all your prison clothes!" The words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing the faint joy in her heart. Xia Lan's face showed difficulty, and she hesitated to act. Her eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and resistance, and her body unconsciously recoiled. "Hurry up, don't make me do it myself!" Xu Yuanhong glared fiercely at Xia Lan, urging her sternly. Xia Lan's breathing quickened, her mind engaged in an intense struggle. Finally, under Xu Yuanhong's gaze, she closed her eyes and, trembling, began to undress, piece by piece. With each garment removed, her shame increased. When the last piece of clothing left her body, Xia Lan felt an overwhelming wave of shame wash over her. Her body was exposed to the cold air, and goosebumps rose on her skin. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her chest, trying to cover herself. However, this cover was so pale and weak, it only served to highlight her shame and helplessness. Her back appeared so thin and helpless, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Her slender figure, against the monotonous gray backdrop of the prison, added a touch of desolation. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were desperately suppressing some inner emotion. Her hair, somewhat disheveled, fell onto her back, making her appear even smaller. Xu Yuanhong looked at her back, and a fleeting emotion in his heart seemed to resurface, but he quickly suppressed it, his face returning to its usual stern and cold demeanor. "Go in!" Xu Yuanhong's command echoed in Xia Lan's ears again. These three simple words felt as heavy as a thousand pounds to Xia Lan at this moment. Her gaze fell upon the shower stall before her, a complex emotion stirring within her. The shower stall was surrounded by walls, creating a strong sense of oppression. Three of the walls were adorned with hooks, from which hung chains that, under the light, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, as if silently narrating the rules of this place. The only difference was that the chains in the shower stall held handcuffs and shackles, hanging there quietly, as if ready to bind the freedom of the next prisoner at any moment, instilling fear. Xu Yuanhong skillfully pulled up a chain. The cold metal touch made Xia Lan involuntarily shiver. His movements were swift and precise as he cuffed Xia Lan's wrists; each clasp closing with a crisp sound. Then, Xu Yuanhong bent down, pulled up the shackles on the chain at Xia Lan's ankles, and gently fastened them around her ankles. Xia Lan found her body becoming stiffer. Her cheeks flushed slightly with shame, her eyes revealing an emotion that was difficult to conceal. "You only have ten minutes! Hurry up and wash." Xu Yuanhong left this final instruction and turned to walk out of the washroom. Seeing Xu Yuanhong leave, Xia Lan's extremely tense mood finally relaxed slightly. She turned on the shower, and warm water instantly flowed down. The toiletries were nothing more than simple soap and a long-handled brush! She slowly rotated her cuffed wrists, feeling the rough edges of the handcuffs digging uncomfortably into her skin. Every slight movement caused the chains to jingle, emitting a chilling sound. Xia Lan's thoughts became a chaotic mess, the once bright and confident self seemed to be gradually disappearing... It had only been less than a day since Xia Lan entered prison, and she had already endured unimaginable torture and humiliation! Xia Lan's regret reached its peak at this moment... Yang Ming dragged Xia Lan, step by step, through one heavy iron door after another, each one slamming shut behind them with a resounding clang. The air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, as if even breathing was restrained by this oppressive presence. Xia Lan was pushed by Yang Ming into a peculiar room. The walls were adorned with a variety of torture devices, from whips and shackles to more complex mechanical contraptions, everything imaginable. They hung silently, as if ready to welcome new subjects. These instruments of torment were, of course, prepared for the prisoners sent for "correction"... Xia Lan faced the wall and knelt down again! Her knees hit the hard floor with a soft thud. After securing Xia Lan's handcuffs to a protruding hook on the wall, Yang Ming walked directly to the area where the torture devices were hung, carefully selecting them as if savoring the process! "You're quite something, attacking a guard! Do you know how serious the consequences are for assaulting a guard?" Yang Ming's voice echoed slowly in Xia Lan's ear, filling her with a profound sense of unease! Her body trembled slightly, and though she tried to remain composed, the fear within her surged like a tide. Yang Ming, as if deliberately, laid out the instruments he took from the wall one by one on the floor! "The rules here are simple!" Yang Ming's voice rang out again, his words cold and resolute, "It's whatever I say, and you only have one job, and that is to obey!" These words struck Xia Lan's heart like a heavy hammer, intensifying her inner tension. Yang Ming picked up half of a wooden cangue from the floor and placed it on Xia Lan's shoulders, making her feel its weight. The rough wooden surface scraped against Xia Lan's already rough prison uniform, the weight of the shackles pressing down on her. Then, Yang Ming picked up another piece of the cangue and joined it with the first. The heavy shackles tightly bound Xia Lan's neck and wrists, rendering her immobile. Yang Ming looked at Xia Lan's helpless state, a cold smirk curling his lips. Yang Ming did not let Xia Lan off. He picked up a pair of leg shackles and fastened them onto Xia Lan's ankles, which were already bound by chains. This layer upon layer of restraint made Xia Lan's legs even more unbearable. Next, Yang Ming released Xia Lan from the wall and roughly dragged her, adorned with various instruments and heavy shackles, to an open space. He then attached a chain hanging from the ceiling to the leg shackles, connecting them together... With a pull from Yang Ming, Xia Lan's body was forced backward until she lay on the ground. Due to the restriction of the wooden cangue, Xia Lan could not lie down completely, forced into an uncomfortable supine position with her head tilted back! Her feet, shackled and bound by the leg cangue, were lifted by Yang Ming and suspended in the air! At this moment, the prisoner number on Xia Lan's soles was fully exposed to Yang Ming's view! Yang Ming, with a blank expression, took a long, flat piece of leather from the wall. This object looked somewhat like a whip, but it was different from an ordinary one. One end was attached to a rope, while the other was made of soft leather. With a sharp "crack," Xia Lan felt a searing pain erupt from the sole of her foot... The prison training room buzzed with energy as Yu Na passionately demonstrated various techniques. Warden Wang Yu stood by, his gaze fixed on Yu Na with a profound intensity. A flicker of admiration danced in his eyes, clearly indicating his satisfaction with her performance. Yu Na continued her detailed explanation, using Xia Lan as a live model for the practical application. "First, you'll loop the rope around the inmate's wrists and tie a secure knot to fix it," she explained, picking up a thick rope and beginning the demonstration. She gently yet swiftly passed one end of the rope around Xia Lan's left wrist. She then quickly wrapped the rope around Xia Lan's wrist several times, tightening it with each turn to ensure it wouldn't loosen. Finally, she tied a firm knot at the end, binding Xia Lan's hands together tightly. A subtle grimace of pain crossed Xia Lan's face. Her hands were bound so tightly that she couldn't move an inch, completely at Yu Na's mercy. As the rope encircled her neck, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, her throat feeling constricted, rendering her speechless. Yu Na then proceeded to wrap the rope around Xia Lan's neck in the same manner, tightening it with each pass to prevent slippage. Finally, she secured it with another knot, linking Xia Lan's neck and hands together. Now, Xia Lan's hands were not only bound but her neck too. Her breathing became labored, the sensation of the rope against her skin igniting an indescribable shame. Yet, deep within, an inexplicable excitement began to surge. The rope then wound around Xia Lan's legs and waist, and across her back. Yu Na first secured Xia Lan's legs together, then tied knots above and below her knees, rendering her legs immobile. Once the binding was complete, Xia Lan had lost all freedom. Her hands, neck, legs, and waist were all securely fastened, leaving her unable to make any movement. The entire process was meticulously displayed for the new guards, who watched with rapt attention, occasionally nodding and jotting down notes. The moment Xia Lan's body was fully restrained, her heart rate quickened. Yet, she offered no resistance, a fact that surprised her. She hadn't realized she harbored such an interest in this. Though her face remained placid, her inner world was a tempest. "Why... why am I like this?" Xia Lan silently questioned herself. She sought answers but found the feeling too complex and ineffable. She felt both fear and excitement, a desire to escape intertwined with a wish to continue. "Did you all see clearly?" Yu Na stood up, her gaze sweeping across the other guards as she called out loudly. "Yes, we saw clearly!" several guards responded in unison. "Now, pair up and practice," Yu Na commanded. Lei Zheng lowered his head, looking at Xia Lan, who was a head shorter than him and strikingly beautiful. A flicker of barely perceptible panic crossed his eyes, followed by an involuntary swallow. Xia Lan's current pitiable appearance unsettled him. "Hurry up and tie her, what are you staring at?" Xia Rou, keenly sensing Lei Zheng's unease, interjected. Her eyes held a clear threat, as if any misstep from Lei Zheng would result in immediate punishment. Their interaction hinted at an ambiguous relationship between them. "Uh! I wasn't staring at anything!" Lei Zheng snapped back to attention, realizing his lapse and feeling a pang of guilt. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure. The rope in Lei Zheng's hands seemed remarkably pliable, far from the fumbling of a novice. Moments later, Xia Lan's body was once again tightly bound. While Lei Zheng's movements were practiced, he lacked experience. The rope circled her body a few extra times, accentuating the roundness of her breasts. Lei Zheng's gaze lingered on Xia Lan, his hands unconsciously tightening the rope. With each wrap, the rope dug deeper into her skin, leaving faint red marks. Xia Lan's brow furrowed slightly, a flash of pain in her eyes. This state of restraint made her feel utterly powerless, a passive object. As the binding continued, the ropes crisscrossed her chest, forming an intricate pattern. Lei Zheng's eyes were drawn to her chest, where the skin was stretched taut by the ropes, exuding a peculiar allure. His throat bobbed as he fought to suppress his urges. Finally, a knot was tied at the front of Xia Lan's chest, securing the entire binding. Xia Lan was now like a trapped butterfly, unable to break free from her constricting cage. "Are you done?" Xia Rou's voice cut in, laced with dissatisfaction. She stepped forward, inspecting Lei Zheng's work, finding some areas insufficiently tight. "Lei Zheng, you weren't this loose when you tied me!" Xia Rou's eyes flashed with a hint of reproach. Lei Zheng's face flushed with embarrassment. "Xia Rou, why are you bringing that up!" "Uncle and Aunt want to video call with you," Yu Na's words struck Xia Lan like a bolt of lightning, shaking her to her core. "What? How do my parents know I'm here?" Almost instinctively, Xia Lan's voice was filled with accusation and confusion. "Uncle and Aunt don't know you're locked up here," Yu Na's tone softened considerably as she explained, "Jiang Lili called me. They're very worried about you and haven't been able to reach you, so they made up an excuse about you being on a business trip, wanting to have a video call to hear you're safe." Hearing this, Xia Lan's heart was in turmoil. How could she let them see her like this? Handcuffs, shackles, prison uniform... all of it was unspeakable shame and humiliation. "Nana, I can't possibly video call with my parents looking like this..." Xia Lan's voice choked, tears welling up in her eyes but refusing to fall. "I don't want my parents to see me like this..." Her voice was filled with helplessness. "Lanlan, you don't need to worry about that," Yu Na soothed gently. "I've prepared civilian clothes for you, and I'll tidy you up a bit. I guarantee they won't see anything wrong." Yu Na stopped, turned to face Xia Lan, and gently placed her hands on her shoulders. "Lanlan, you still don't trust me?" Xia Lan's lips trembled slightly, but she finally agreed! Led by Yu Na, they arrived at a simple video call room, with a computer and camera on the table. Some clothes were also laid out on the table. Yu Na took out a key and unlocked Xia Lan's restraints. The long-term wear of handcuffs and shackles had left striking marks on Xia Lan's wrists and ankles! "Nana, can you go out for a moment?" Xia Lan picked up the clothes Yu Na had prepared for her from the table, saying shyly. A faint blush spread across her face... "Huh? What's wrong? Still shy about me seeing?" Yu Na teased, a sly glint in her eyes. She continued, "Lanlan, you know there are many rules here. Every move you make must be within my sight." Xia Lan had no choice but to start undressing her prison uniform in front of Yu Na. With each button she unfastened, a greater sense of shame washed over her. Her cheeks felt as hot as if they were on fire. She quickly picked up the clothes and put them on. After changing, Xia Lan sat at the table and opened the cosmetics Yu Na had prepared. Her movements were a bit clumsy, as she hadn't put on makeup in a long time. Her fingers lightly touched the cosmetics, as if caressing a precious treasure. After some meticulous effort, Xia Lan seemed like a different person. Her eyes conveyed a sense of determination and composure. Yu Na stood quietly by, constantly observing Xia Lan's every move. When she saw that Xia Lan was ready, she slowly spoke, "Lanlan, according to prison regulations, inmates must wear handcuffs and shackles and remain kneeling when video calling with family. This is a safety measure to prevent emotional outbursts." Hearing these words, Xia Lan's heart ached, but she nodded gently and slowly knelt down in front of Yu Na. Yu Na picked up the handcuffs and walked over to Xia Lan, fastening one cuff onto her wrist, then behind her back, and with a "click," her hands were cuffed behind her. Next, Yu Na removed Xia Lan's slippers and put on the shackles. Xia Lan felt a surge of intense humiliation, her toes involuntarily curling. Looking at Xia Lan kneeling at her feet, wearing handcuffs and shackles, Yu Na felt an inexplicable thrill. She deliberately slowed her movements, intending to savor the look of humiliation on Xia Lan's face. Xia Lan kept her head down, feeling the pull and friction of the chains with every slight movement. The blush on her face spread all the way to her earlobes... Once everything was ready, Yu Na operated the computer, and the video call connected quickly. The figures of her parents appeared on the screen. Her mother, Lin Zhi, and her father, Xia Haizhong, smiled at the screen, their eyes filled with care and anticipation. Seeing her parents' faces, Xia Lan's shame intensified. Xia Lan's mother, Lin Zhi, spoke first, inquiring about Xia Lan's recent well-being, "Lanlan, how have you been lately? Have you been taking good care of yourself?" Hearing her mother's voice, tears involuntarily streamed down Xia Lan's face. She suppressed the urge to cry and replied in as steady a voice as possible, "Mom, I'm doing very well. You don't need to worry about me." Her voice was weak but filled with the pain she was trying to hide. Xia Haizhong also asked a few questions, "Lanlan, have you encountered any difficulties there? You must tell us, and we will help you solve them." Listening to her father's words, Xia Lan felt even worse. She knew her parents had no idea about her current situation. She could only continue to lie, "Dad, I'm really doing well. You don't need to worry." Throughout the entire video call, Xia Lan remained highly tense. She dared not make any large movements, fearing that the sound of the handcuffs and shackles would be heard by her parents. She maintained a smile on her face, but her heart was bleeding. Wang Yu's brow furrowed slightly, a surge of irritation instantly rising within him. He strode up to Lin Ruoxi, his voice tinged with annoyance, and demanded, "Where are the keys?" Lin Ruoxi blinked, then feigned ignorance, her eyes still fixed on the television. She replied indifferently, "What keys?" "Playing dumb with me, are you?" Wang Yu's voice rose, the day's suppressed emotions threatening to spill over. "The keys to the lock, give them to me! What were you thinking? Why would you do this!" Lin Ruoxi let out a soft huff and turned her head, a flicker of anger in her eyes. "Do I need to? If I didn't do this, would you be home by this hour? Wang Yu, you're out every day, don't think I don't know what you're up to!" Wang Yu knew his usual behavior had deeply embittered Lin Ruoxi, so he dared not push too hard. He lowered his voice, retorting, "Can't we talk about this properly? Does putting this on me solve everything? You can't keep me locked up forever!" "What's wrong with this? Others can wear it, but you can't?" Lin Ruoxi glanced at him, her eyes filled with disdain. "What are you talking about? If you keep this locked up, what will you do in the future?" Seeing that force wouldn't work, Wang Yu's tone softened, attempting to "persuade" Lin Ruoxi through seduction. However, Lin Ruoxi was completely unmoved by his tactics. After all, they had been together for so many years, they knew each other inside out! "What will I do?" Lin Ruoxi understood the implication of Wang Yu's words perfectly but continued to play the innocent, turning her head away. "Ruoxi, we haven't been intimate for so long! I've missed you!" At this moment, Wang Yu had lost all his usual imposing demeanor as the prison warden. He slowly moved to Lin Ruoxi's side, gently pulled her into his embrace, and his hands began to grow restless. Lin Ruoxi's body stiffened slightly, then she quickly broke free from Wang Yu's embrace, putting distance between them. A look of disgust crossed her face as she said, "Don't even think about it! Don't touch me..." "Lin Ruoxi, what exactly do you want? Are you done with this marriage?" Wang Yu, already furious, finally lost his temper after being rebuffed several times, his voice laced with grief and indignation. Today, he truly felt the impact of the chastity lock and could no longer bear it! "I don't want anything!" Lin Ruoxi retorted, her eyes sharp and cold. "Fine, I have a way to deal with you!" Seeing this, Wang Yu immediately stood up and strode into the bedroom, ignoring Lin Ruoxi. "Hmph, it's all locked up by me now. Let's see what you can do to me!" Lin Ruoxi muttered softly, watching Wang Yu's retreating back. A smug smile played on her lips. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room. Lin Ruoxi was jolted awake by a strong sense of restraint. She groggily opened her eyes, not yet fully conscious. But as her gaze fell upon her wrists and ankles, her eyes widened in shock, leaving her speechless. A pair of cold, gleaming handcuffs were tightly locked around her wrists, and shackles firmly secured her delicate ankles. The metallic feel against her skin sent shivers down her spine. Her mind went blank. It took a long moment for her to comprehend what had happened, a mixture of rage and terror churning within her. Frantically, she began searching for Wang Yu, muttering, "Wang Yu, you bastard, come out here!" But her only response was the empty room and her own echo. Wang Yu had left early. He had deliberately orchestrated all of this to avoid Lin Ruoxi's wrath and to let her taste his own methods! Lin Ruoxi frantically searched for her phone, desperate to contact Wang Yu immediately and vent her fury. Finally, she found it tucked away in a corner of the bedside table. Eagerly, she opened her contacts and dialed Wang Yu's number. However, the call went unanswered. She tried several more times with the same result. It was then she realized that Wang Yu had seemingly blocked her number in advance, driving her even more insane. At a certain moment, Lin Ruoxi could bear it no longer. She decided to break free from the detestable handcuffs and shackles. She struggled desperately, twisting her hands with all her might, trying to escape the handcuffs. But the handcuffs were like an unyielding cage. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge them. Her wrists ached from the excessive struggle, the pain shooting through her nerves and down her body, forcing her to gasp. Yet, she didn't give up. She continued to struggle, her feet kicking against the shackles, hoping to break free. However, it was all in vain. Not only did she fail to break free, but her wrists and ankles became even more painfully swollen, the red marks standing out starkly against her fair skin. At this moment, Song Yan was in an extremely humiliating "four-hoof-tied" position, sprawled miserably on the wide bed. Her arms were tightly bound by ropes, pulled backward as if two invisible forces were yanking her, causing her shoulder blades to protrude high, as if about to break through her skin. The ropes dug deeply into her flesh, leaving behind clear, visible marks. With her slight struggles, the areas of the rope marks turned red and swollen, as if pricked by countless fine needles, causing unbearable pain. Her legs were not spared either. They were firmly bound by ropes, her knees bent against the edge of the bed. Her ankles were wrapped several times with ropes, then pulled inward with force, causing her legs to form an extremely twisted angle. Her ten toes were curled up helplessly. The delicate skin on the soles of her feet had turned slightly pale, and the veins on the tops of her feet were faintly visible, highlighting the immense pressure her body and mind were enduring at this moment. Jiang Lili raised the belt in her hand high, a decisive glint flashing in her eyes, and then brought it down fiercely. The first strike landed precisely on the sole of Song Yan's foot. The crisp sound echoed in the silent room. A clear red mark instantly appeared on the sole of Song Yan's foot, and she couldn't help but let out a pained scream: "Ah!" "You used your feet to seduce my boyfriend, didn't you? Then I'll make sure these restless feet of yours learn their lesson!" Jiang Lili said, while whipping more violently. The belt in her hand seemed to be imbued with endless power, each strike carrying full force. "Ah... Lili, please stop hitting me, I really can't take it anymore..." Song Yan cried out hoarsely, her body writhing desperately, trying to break free from this cruel torture, but bound as she was, escape was impossible. Jiang Lili remained unmoved, the anger in her eyes still burning fiercely. "Can't take it? When you were seducing him, did you ever think this day would come?" As the whipping continued, crisscrossing blood marks appeared, shocking to behold. Her voice gradually became hoarse, leaving only faint gasps and pained moans. "Lili... please... stop... I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..." Song Yan said weakly, tears completely soaking her face, her hair clinging messily to her skin. Jiang Lili showed no mercy. She changed her target and struck again, this time on the top of Song Yan's foot. Song Yan felt a piercing pain from the top of her foot, as if countless sharp needles were pricking her nerves. Her body involuntarily twisted, trying to evade the rain of blows, but her limbs were tightly bound, making escape impossible. "You slut, you dare to dodge?" Jiang Lili said, increasing the speed of her whipping. The belt landed on Song Yan's foot, one after another. Her slender toes became red and swollen, as if they would snap with the slightest touch. Song Yan's cries filled the room, and she desperately pleaded, "Lili, stop hitting me, I really can't take it anymore, I'll never dare to do it again..." Jiang Lili's rage showed no signs of subsiding. The jealousy and anger in her heart surged like a tidal wave, crashing against her reason again and again. She stopped her actions, breathing slightly heavily, her eyes still burning with fury, and continued to press: "Quick, tell me, where else did you let him lick you? Don't try to hide anything, or the punishment that follows will make you wish you were dead!" Song Yan was already disoriented from the beating. The physical pain and inner fear gradually broke down her defenses. Under Jiang Lili's relentless questioning, she finally choked out, "And... and [X]..." "You vile woman, how dare you let him touch you there!" Hearing this answer, Jiang Lili felt a surge of heat rush to her head. Her cheeks turned red with anger, and her eyes revealed a look of near madness. She lunged forward, grabbed Song Yan's skirt, and tore it with force. The fragile fabric instantly ripped apart, like Song Yan's shattered dignity at this moment. Then, she roughly pulled off Song Yan's underwear and threw it aside, as if discarding something incredibly dirty. Then, Jiang Lili used both hands to forcefully flip Song Yan over. Song Yan's fair and helpless body was completely exposed to her. At this moment, Song Yan was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, at the mercy of anyone. Jiang Lili raised her foot and stomped heavily on Song Yan's crotch. The immense pressure made it difficult for Song Yan to even breathe. Her body writhed desperately, trying to avoid this unbearable humiliation, crying out incessantly, "No, no, Lili, you can't do this to me..." But Jiang Lili gave her no chance to struggle. She increased the force of her foot, grinding back and forth on Song Yan's crotch, while verbally humiliating her: "You shameless whore, how dare you use such means to seduce men? Do you think all men are attracted to your seductive appearance? You are just a lowly thing, fit only to be trampled under my feet!" Song Yan lay limply on the bed, completely devoid of strength. But her mouth continued to plead, "Lili, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have done this. For the sake of our past relationship, spare me this once." Time flowed by like a fleeting moment, and a month had passed in the blink of an eye. This past month had been like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up waves and bringing about a cascade of events that turned everyone's lives upside down. First, there was Xia Rou. She had kicked a prisoner, thinking it was a momentary impulse, a minor incident. Little did she know that the prisoner's wound would become infected, leading to his unfortunate death. This plunged Xia Rou into serious trouble. Not only did she lose her job, but she also faced criminal charges. She was officially detained, awaiting trial and the punishment she deserved. Lei Zheng cared deeply for Xia Rou, visiting her place of detention almost every day, hoping to see her and offer some comfort. However, their past relationship as lovers became an obstacle in this highly secured facility. They could only see each other from a distance, their unspoken words trapped on their tongues, unable to truly reach each other. This helplessness and anxiety wore Lei Zheng down, making him increasingly gaunt. Then there was Song Yan. Ever since she entered Jiang Lili's household and underwent her training, she had initially resisted fiercely. But as time went on, she gradually grew accustomed to her role as a "female slave." Every day, before dawn, she had to wake up to attend to Jiang Lili's daily needs, serving tea, washing clothes, and cooking meals. Any slight mistake would bring Jiang Lili's severe punishment, which followed her like a shadow. For the past month, Song Yan's hands and feet had been bound by cold iron chains, restricting her movement and stripping her of all freedom. At first, she detested these chains, viewing them as symbols of humiliation. But as time passed, her mindset subtly shifted. At some point, she not only adapted to her life as a slave but even developed a strange dependence on the feeling of being bound by the chains, as if only then did she feel truly at ease. Every morning, Jiang Lili would go to work. Before leaving, she would fasten an iron chain around Song Yan's neck. With a "clank," the lock would fasten, and the other end would be securely chained to the railing of the living room window. She would then sternly warn, "Stay put. If you dare to pull any tricks, you'll pay dearly." Song Yan would lower her head in response, but a complex emotion flickered in her eyes. As for Zhang Tao, he was confined in a small cage, watching helplessly as Song Yan was chained not far away each day. They were so close, yet worlds apart, able to do nothing but gaze at each other in silence. During the long hours Jiang Lili was at work, they could no longer touch each other, and the sense of powerlessness washed over them like a tide. And so, in this oppressive and helpless situation, Song Yan and Zhang Tao became the people who spent the most time together in each other's lives... Meanwhile, on Qiao Xinyu's side, there were also undercurrents of turmoil. For certain special reasons, she was transferred from Lin'nan Prison to the First Prison, taking on the role of Section Chief of the Third Section. On the surface, everyone said it was for her boyfriend, Zhou Yuan. But in reality, the true reason was known only to Qiao Xinyu herself, and others could not fathom it. Wang Yu, the warden of the First Prison, was overjoyed when he first heard about Qiao Xinyu's transfer, eagerly anticipating her arrival. However, upon hearing that Qiao Xinyu's transfer was for Zhou Yuan, he was instantly enraged. He fumed, his beard bristling, and immediately intended to block the appointment. Who would have expected that Qiao Xinyu was well-prepared? She calmly produced the video footage from the guesthouse room and presented it to Wang Yu. As soon as Wang Yu saw it, his face turned ashen. The words of objection he was about to utter were swallowed back down his throat. He knew then that the matter could no longer be reversed and grudgingly conceded. Speaking of Wang Yu, after his chastity lock was removed, he lived a life of unrestrained pleasure, completely free from his former constraints. Under his oppressive influence, Yang Xue had become his lover, constantly doting on him and doing everything to please him. As for Lin Ruoxi, after some time, she inexplicably became infatuated with wearing shackles. She didn't find the metal restraints uncomfortable; instead, she seemed to take a certain pleasure in them. This drove Wang Yu to distraction. He had thought he could leave these bothersome matters behind at the prison and enjoy some peace at home. But to his dismay, his wife was also wearing handcuffs and shackles, which made him feel agitated and on the verge of tears whenever he returned home. The only small comfort was that their marital relations were not significantly affected by the shackles, and they managed to maintain a somewhat awkward coexistence. By a twist of fate, Zhou Yuan could be considered a winner in life. Not only did he gain a girlfriend for free, but with the help and extensive maneuvering of Li Hongbo, he also rose through the ranks to become the Deputy Warden, his triumphant demeanor drawing envy from all. Yang Ming, the former captain of the disciplinary team in the solitary confinement block, was forced to step down due to the Xia Rou incident. Lin Jun took over his position. This series of events, like a row of dominoes, caused a ripple effect, with positional changes affecting everyone. Yu Na was also busy. With Zhou Yuan's strong recommendation and protection, she was successfully promoted to Section Chief of the Second Section. Truly, one person's success brought blessings to those around them, and everyone in her circle saw their positions improve. As for Xia Lan, this past month had been miserable. She was confined to a small, cramped solitary cell with very little space to move. She barely had any opportunity to go out and get some sun, spending her days trapped in this tiny world, her mood plummeting to its lowest point. But what plunged her into despair the most was the charge of drug trafficking, involving a massive quantity of drugs, making it a major case. Initially, upon learning of the charges, Xia Lan cried and screamed, on the verge of collapse, feeling that her life was hopeless. Later, after multiple sessions with psychological experts who patiently counseled her, Xia Lan gradually calmed down. She seemed to have come to terms with some things and no longer threw tantrums. However, her mental state remained precarious, and she was listless, lacking any energy. What was most poignant and regrettable was Lin Yaoyao. Her execution date quietly approached, and the shadow of death loomed over her. Yet, in this desperate situation, she made a request that was difficult for everyone to believe—to see Xia Lan alone. Recalling the special encounter she had with Xia Lan in the solitary confinement room, a stone had been dropped into Lin Yaoyao's heart, and the ripples had not subsided for a long time. In the countless days and nights that followed, Xia Lan's image haunted her like a ghost, impossible to shake. Even though she knew they were both women, that special affection had taken root and blossomed in her heart. Now, with her life counting down, Lin Yaoyao finally mustered the courage in her final moments to reveal the desires of her heart. The prison authorities were quite conflicted upon hearing this. After much deliberation and weighing of pros and cons, they ultimately decided to grant Lin Yaoyao this dying wish. When the news spread, everyone was filled with emotion, lamenting how fate could be so cruel...