Chapter 133 Camellia And Henry

In the five-star presidential suite, Saxon was tormenting a young boy of eighteen or nineteen. The slender boy was suspended high up on the black bed, completely naked. He had a handsome face, with exquisite features that were unimaginably delicate. His skin was fair as snow, and his deep eyes resembled blue ocean, unusually charming. At this moment, however, they were filled with pain and despair, like a little beast trapped in an abyss, whimpering and crying.

His hands were also suspended, and his pale body was covered in countless whip marks, some red and others oozing blood. These marks stood out prominently against his snow-white skin, adding to the heart-wrenching sight. He had metal rings around his chest and shaft, suggestive of an extremely erotic nature. A bell was even hanging from below, jingling with each strike of Saxon's whip, causing the boy to struggle in pain. The sound from the bell was eerie.

It was cruel, both arousing desire and ambiguity.

Saxon was dressed impec