Chinese torments
Zheng Zian was no drunk but rather an imperial spy! If Xing Sya had minded her manners, she might not have lied about knowing the Emperor in order to get her way. Such a crime was unforgivable! One “horseriding accident” later, and pretty Xing Sya found herself nude and bound in tight hemp rope in a cold dungeon, sweating as she stared at the pyramid before her.
Old Zheng Zian marched in, grinning like the cat that got the cream as he lead a big, burly soldier alongside him. “Hello little lily flower. I hear you know the Emperor. Is that true?” Suddenly confronted by the armored soldier, little Xing Sya shook her head desperately. “N-no, great master… it is not true! I have lied! Please forgive me!” she begged, desperate to do anything to get out of this situation. “I’ll do whatever you wish! Just please release me!”
Old Zheng Zian laughed. “Oh? You poor, foolish girl! I can ALREADY do anything I wish to you and your body!” Zheng Zian clucked his tongue and chuckled. “And you have already dug yourself deeper! It is bad enough to pretend to know the Emperor, but it’s even worse to lie to a government official! Perhaps it would be a great kindness to teach both you… and your asshole, the error of your ways!”
