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As the door lock clicked down, the door was opened, and a faint ray of moonlight entered the dark hall, shining on a girl with disheveled hair. Her appearance could be described as beautiful, but her face was bloodless, and she was naked and tied to a pillar with iron chains. She was completely motionless, maintaining a dying posture, like an extremely beautiful but lifeless flower. Only the occasional movement of her eyes showed that she was still a living thing. Si Siran, an old man in his late fifties, walked in with a strange smile on his face. He walked up to the girl and gently raised her head with his hand: "Are you okay? My baby." The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at him for a long time. The expressions in her eyes were quite complicated: fear, pain, pleading, hatred, anger - in short, it was difficult to describe in a word.
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