MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 23

This is a small abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. It is uninhabited for a kilometer. David dragged Jessica out of the cart and into the factory, as if unloading cargo, and as if pulling a pig who only needed to enter the slaughterhouse.

Originally I wanted to ask David to leave the boy tommy in the car, but before I spoke, he directed me to take the boy to the warehouse together.

Oh, unlucky child. Maybe he was going to see his mother killed like Brian. He should be grateful for the decision I made.

Yes, let an innocent woman die in front of me to protect myself. This is beyond my bottom line. Although the woman was mean and unpleasant. I hugged the child and smiled slightly. Brian also seemed to tell me he was relieved.

Put tommy in a far corner, several meters away from the work table that David was determined to do, this is as far away as possible. Jessica, who was shocked by suffocation, was thrown on the floor beside the workbench by David. David unzipped the tennis racket bag and took out a roll of super-large diameter plastic wrap bought by the supermarket.

The expanded plastic wrap is wide and large. David's reason for choosing a tennis racket bag is to fit it. Plastic wrap is indeed a good way to avoid leaving blood on the scene, and no matter how the victim struggles, the hair, dander, and traces of David himself will not stay on the scene.

In retrospect, this is very similar to the method that Sheriff Harry gave to my dear brother Dexter. This may already be common sense.

David pointed his finger at the plastic wrap and motioned for me to help. I walked over quickly, holding a corner of the plastic wrap, and felt a little novel.

The unwrapped plastic wrap was spread on the workbench, and David used a knife to lift the plastic buckle that originally bound Jessica's hands. Jessica, tossed back and forth, was about to wake up.

David took out a pair of surgical gloves bought by the pharmacy and threw them to me, and he put them on. Then I was asked to help him frame the woman. He became interested in treating Barbie like a Barbie doll, stripped off Jessica's professional suit, and folded it neatly next to his tennis bag.

It was disgusting to be stuck by a naked and naked woman, so after he finished this series of actions, I couldn't wait to put Jessica down and put it on the plastic wrapped workbench. Jessica's hands were fastened together again by the plastic buckle, which also connected to the other end and fixed on the edge of the workbench.

Finally, the woman woke up. She staggered to notice the figure of David standing beside the workbench, and made a sharp scream. The harsh sound made me take a few steps back to keep away from the noise source. Then I heard the place where tommy was behind, making a trembling breathing sound.

Wake up, he's pretending to sleep. I know, but I don't intend to expose him. It's better to keep your eyes closed for the whole process than to watch this man cut me into a knife. Dexter had Brian covering his eyes, but Brian could only watch ...

So ... how can this blame him? People blame the innocence in his eyes, forcibly separating him from his younger brother, so that Brian, who lost one of his relatives, was forced to lose another. Without the only pillar left in his heart, Little Brian was locked up in a terrible and spooky mental hospital.

"Well ..." There was a ghost in front of my eyes, and the severe neuralgia in my head made me uncontrollably make a sound.

Brian's memories and my memories kept overlapping and overlapping, and the scene that appeared in my mind, coupled with the extremely screaming of Jessica, made me feel like my head was about to burst.

"Ah ... giggles ..."

Jessica's scream was snapped, and I put my hands over my ears and looked over. With a mad smile on David's face, he put his hands around Jessica's neck like an enjoyment.

The woman with her hands tied was like a tuna, struggling and flopping on the workbench. David stared at Jessica's expression, then he looked up at me and motioned for me to come to him.

"Cut off the woman's finger on the ring, fast!" David said quickly, with a crazy smile in his voice. "I have never tried to cut their fingers while a person is alive!"

My hands next to my thigh trembled, walked to his side, crouched down and picked up his knife in the tennis racket bag.

...

Then, I could clearly see David staring deeply at my lovable gaze. Jessica's body twitched in pain, then her eyes rolled again and she passed out.

I watched David lean down and drew the tip of his nose under Jessica's nose to test if she was still breathing. That posture is like a jackal that has successfully hunted. At this moment the child's breathing sound was gone, maybe it was frightened.

"Take off your gloves." David threw the finger into the tennis bag, raised the ring to his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on it.

I seemed to have a vague sense of what he was going to do, and placed the knife on my hand on the workbench, seemingly at my fingertips. Then I took off my left hand gloves.

"No, right hand," David corrected. Yes, a woman wears a ring with a different hand than a man, it is a right hand.

I obediently let him hold my hand, maybe the cold feeling in his palms. He sneered, forcing the ring that didn't really fit my size, he put it on the ring finger of my right hand.

"Now come and take off your clothes and put on this skirt." David took the clothes he had just removed from the woman.

Because of my experience working with David in the dance company, I would not have been embarrassed by taking off my clothes in front of him. But this time David's sight was really unbearable.

I put on this **** outfit that is also **** for women, and at the request of David, I couldn't avoid even putting on the stockings, and then I stepped on high heels and walked towards him with a clicking sound Next, pretending to accidentally put the folding knife that was originally set aside again in his hand.

"Come, stand in front of me. Let me look at you!" As he said, David took out his fishing line and wrapped it around Jessica's neck, two circles, firmly.

I stood on his left, very close, so close that I could kill him when he was unguarded! But I don't plan to do that, I just want to stop him. I don't want to be a monster like him.

"Okay, Mike," I whispered.

Then David's hands began to press **** both sides, and the fishing line around Jessica's neck became tighter.

I looked at her with wide eyes and looked at me and David with a gurgling sound in the throat, and the fishing line was also split at her neck and fell into the flesh. She struggled desperately, kicking her legs out of thin air.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, look! Brian, look! How beautiful! It is better to be a quiet woman ... just like you fell asleep ... ah ah !!!"

When David lost his vigilance because he was too involved, I lifted my legs and used the high-heeled shoes on my feet to savagely move towards his key points. Nothing is more terrible than the man's death.

He eagerly stepped back and curled up into a ball, but the fishing line wrapped around his hands restricted his movement. In order not to keep Jessica struggling, he was strangled to death. I cut the fishing line twice with that sharp knife, and David flew out.

I walked up to him, and there was a flying kick against his jaw.

Jessica's shoes were too small and flew out with my movements. David also sprayed blood from his mouth. I was afraid he would recover again, and he was crushed with his only shoe.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since I watched his pupils slowly dizzy, I felt dizzy.

I quickly threw off the only shoes left on my feet, rushed barefoot into his tennis racket bag, and found out two rubber buckles. Regardless of my bare feet being cut and bleeding by glass fragments on the ground. Only by completely limiting his actions can I feel at ease.

In the end, I used all my strength to tie David's hands that had passed out.

"Well !!!" With a loud noise, the rusty iron gate of the factory was opened.

"Do not move !!! fbi!" "Stand up and raise your hands!"

The police, who were always too late, finally arrived. They held their guns in both hands and looked around nervously. Then he stared at me.

"The prisoner has been subdued ... that's Brian Moss and the victim ..." I heard their whispers.

"Oh ... he's crying! Poor child, he's just too strong. He also saved two people!" A sympathetic word passed to my ears through the dull and cold air in the factory.

I kept holding the knife firmly in my hand, and "Dangyu" fell to the ground. I slowly raised my hands and pressed one hand against my cheek.

I finally found out ... I was already in tears.

But I knew that it was not the tears of terror. Although I was flustered from start to finish, I was so sober. I know I did the most effective move and saved the lives of two people.

The reason that made me cry is because I finally knew that I still have compassion. The most obvious characteristic of anti-social personality is the lack of compassion ... Does that mean that Brian's influence on me is gradually weakening?

Maybe one day, I can really downplay Brian's bloodthirsty * and let my heart really calm down. 2k novel reading network