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By the fourth day, I was no longer the same girl who had teased him.

Uncle Lin had turned the guest room into his personal torture chamber. He had brought out more equipment from hidden drawers and boxes — things I had never seen before.

He dragged me into the room with my hair, completely naked. My wrists were already cuffed behind my back.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped down. Lin attached heavy metal nipple clamps with long chains to my sensitive nipples, then connected the chains to a metal collar around my neck. Every time I moved, the clamps tugged painfully.

“Ahhh… it hurts, Uncle...