In prison, the brain is imprisoned for fun. Fifty-five hundred thunderstorms.

yesterday night, We had a drinking party with a few of our colleagues. Everyday stress and drinking too much. The next morning, when I wake up in the bed of an unfamiliar room, I am stuck with both hands and legs and can’t move my eyes down and smile to my colleague, “Chin Hua”. She was an obsessive woman who caught M man in jail! I was completely controlled by M pleasure in her room. In the reverse, it continued. At first it was painful but... the freedom is deprived and unable to resist, so that pleasure is imprinted into the brain!