Sickly Tyrannical - Chapter 25

Main Story Part 25
When he comes out of my body full of satisfaction, I thought this suffering would end but I completely underestimated Ye CanSheng's despotism. This was just the beginning of his sick tyranny...

When he takes out an object from the small bedside table I realise that everything I'm supposed to endure has only just truly begun...

He’s holding a small sized quick heating facility, the tip of it is a small sized branding iron made out of metal, the risen part of the branding iron forms three words - Ye CanSheng.

“No... No!!”

I look at the object in Ye CanSheng's hand, my heart instantly sinks, looking at the light emitting from the metal, I can't help but think of the extreme pain the heated branding iron would bring when placed on the skin...

My entire mind is filled with the criminal law invented by the wicked woman Daji[1] - Death by the Hot Pillar[2], I can almost hear the sizzling sounds of skin being burned next to my ears it's also unavoidable that I then smell the odour of burnt flesh. All of this makes me want to throw up.

My hands are still tied up behind my back so I can only use my two legs and scrape against the black bedsheets to back away.

Ye CanSheng's expression is cold, he grabs onto my ankle and with a single pull turns my previous efforts into ashes.

“Stop, Ye CanSheng! Are you fucking mad!! “You’re the one that’s disobedient.

"I was hit unconscious, that s why...

“Doesn’t that man know you re mine!?

“How would he know!!

"That's why...” His body pins me down and his face comes in closer as he says, "I want to carve my name on your body.

As soon as he says that, the metal branding iron that still hasn't been heated presses against the inside of left thigh as I'm in an extremely nervous state of mind...

“My name’s going to be printed right here."

I almost scream as the ice cold feeling of metal stamps onto my warm skin without prior warning.

“You can't do this, don't, Ye CanSheng. I don't want it!!!”

I know that if I don't awaken him at this very moment, he'll definitely plug in the power and then stamp it on my thigh without any hesitation!

"I can't do this? You're mine, I can do this!

"I said I don’t want it!”

His eyes slowly squint as he looks at me, he suddenly moves and quickly pins me onto the bed before punching me in the abdomen with a violent wind-like force...

In an instant, all my organs in the abdomen area start churning, all sorts of organs squish and squeeze against each other, the acid in my stomach constantly surges upwards and so I can't help but cough dryly.

His indifferent yet dignified voice resounds from above me, "Be a bit more quiet.”

Lacking strength. I fall onto the bed and look at him get off the bed naked. I then hear the sound of the plug being plugged in, it’s almost like my execution is determined right then and there...

When Ye CanSheng holds the preheating branding iron and makes his way closer to me, I can’t move any other part of my body other than shaking my head.

Judging from his expression, he doesn't seem to be joking at all, his black eyes are profound and serious, the madness and persistence they carry are definitely not there just to scare me, plus he never does useless things.

After my body was toyed with for almost half a day, the punch just then almost used up all of my energy, the soreness over my body at this point in time is constantly grinding my fragile conscious. I want to pass out, I really want to lose all awareness. But I don’t, I’m still fully conscious, I clearly feel the prolonged stabbing pain caused by the friction between the wounds on every part of my body and the bed sheets, the numbness of my teared lower half and the special sticky feeling present after a session of lovemaking.

My line of sight can't help but land on the branding iron that’s constantly being heated, my muscles are even tightening nonstop as he gets closer to me. That's right, I'm very scared, every person will break down in the face of approaching danger.

I finally understand understand why so many criminals would rather just die from a direct hit to the head than stay and wait in jail while counting the loss of time, experiencing the banter of life and then welcoming death when one’s conscious is extremely close to breaking down...

This is definitely a kind of suffering that normal people can’t understand!

“Ye CanSheng. I beg you, don’t do this... don t, just don’t...

I'm disappointed as I discover Ye CanSheng's still immersed in his own world, he's completely turning a deaf ear to my words!

He lifts up my weak leg, long slender fingers stroke the white, tender flesh on the inner side of my thigh. He then raises his head to look at me he’s smiling naively with black hair concealing more than half of his face. The eyes beneath his hair are still shining so bright it s hard for one to keep their eyes open, yet his expression makes me almost want to cry...

Because this kind of expression means that he’s extremely excited, he’s currently doing something that makes him happy and at the same time something that can hurt me...

"YunSheng, I want to brand my name right here on you. this way, if someone tries to violate you again, they'll see my name and understand that you are mine!"

He lifts his head and grabs my stiff chin before saying, "Isn’t that correct?"

Once the shivering starts there’s no stopping it, I can see the branding iron in his hand beginning to turn red, the air around it has already become distorted under the influence of the extremely high heat...

I can't imagine this thing pressing against my skin in just a moment’s time, I don’t want it!!

This is just like treating an animal that you raise in a cage at home!!

This isn’t love, it isn’t!!

"CanSheng, stop, I won't go out at all in the future, can I just stay with you... don’t!! Don't!!

Get lost!!!’’

Nevertheless, he cruelly holds that object and makes his way towards me.

"It won’t take long.”

I hysterically curse, using all my energy to try and make him stop this kind of irrational action of destruction...

I squirm backwards nonstop, my two hands grab onto anything behind me like my life depends on it in an attempt to avoid this upcoming savage torture...

“Ye CanSheng, stop, don’t make me hate you!!

This isn’t love!!”

“You’re mine!”

“AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!

The moment the branding iron stamps onto my skin, I hear the sound of skin being seared and burnt accompanied by a gust of grey smoke, oh, and my heart-wrenching cries...

At that point in time, I must have been very miserable. I could feel my thigh starting to cramp, my vision was a field of white, I could see flying feathers[3] fracturing before my eyes... my nerves were tense and strained, my

chest rose and fell violently...

I lift my head up and no matter how my hand tears at the bedsheet behind me, it doesn't alleviate my suffering in the slightest. He pins down my legs that are twitching uncontrollably while calling my name.

“Ye, Ye CanSheng... you, you...

As my conscious gradually becomes blurry I think to myself, what should I curse out?

Son of a bitch? Bastard?

Whatever, I don’t have any energy left...

His method is too malicious, I had originally thought he might slightly change due to his sentimental attachment to me, but looking at it now. my existence is only deepening his tyranny...

He won't change because of me. this instantly makes my heart become fearful...

This kind of love will destroy him and I sooner or later.

T/N

[1] This one is a real historical figure, she was the concubine of Emperor Xin and is regarded as an evil woman.

[2] This one is a real ancient method of capital punishment where the person would be tied to a burning pillar and be burnt to death.

[31 Flying feathers; in this particular context this is symbolising freedom.