"Let go... ah!... Okay, I'll put it on myself..."
I just came out of the bathroom, and when I opened the door, I ran into David who had been waiting for a long time. After two or three times, the other side pushed him back to the sink. Because I was wearing the bathrobe I brought, not the blood-stained dress he gave me.
David loosened his grip on me because of my begging for mercy, but the man still stood there stubbornly, obviously wanting to watch me put it on.
"Mike...even if you want me to wear a woman's skirt..." I picked up the nightdress whose owner had been dead for a few days with a complicated expression, "but next time, can you not let it get stained with other people's blood, then nausea…"
David stood at the bathroom door with his arms rounded noncommittally, apparently not letting me out unless I put on my clothes. I had no choice but to turn around and take off my bathrobe in front of him.
It was a very natural move, but I suddenly felt a real line of sight fell on the key part of me without underwear, and I was instantly embarrassed. In the past, when we changed clothes in the backstage of the dance company, everyone changed clothes like this every day, and I didn't see him showing any special interest in me.
Seeing hairy from his gaze, I quickened the pace of changing into that dead man's skirt. The moment I put it on, the faint smell of blood on the clothes enveloped my whole body.
Ordinary people will subconsciously feel nauseated when they smell the blood, but Brian's perception in my body is awakened by the smell of this rare human blood, like a hallucinogen.
"Um...!" David hugged him from behind, one arm wrapped around my arms and I couldn't move, and one hand touched my cheek and chin. I groaned in pain.
"Looking at the way you look in the mirror, I don't know why it always makes me think of you as a woman. It's still the woman I like the most. Maybe you should regret going to that model contest..." David said from the mirror and I looked at each other, holding me in my arms like a control freak.
I have to admit, David did not lie. I don't have very deep facial features, and wearing this dead man's nightdress really looks like a woman with short hair. But although my body looks slender, we both know that under my skirt, my body has fast and distinct muscles.
"You know I'm not a woman, don't lie to yourself, Mike." The part of Brian in me woke up from the smell of blood, my heart beat up, and the words no longer came out of my head. The circle re-exported and began to become unable to control himself.
I broke free with one hand from his grip, took David's hand that was stroking my cheek, and guided him down my body, as skilled as I've done it a thousand times on stage. Then I grabbed his hand and pressed it under mine.
"Heh, you're really unforgiving, Brian." David seemed to be a little angry at my move. He tightened his arms around me, and grabbed my hand even harder.
"Ah!!" I couldn't help stepping up in pain, "Let go! Mike..."
"Isn't that what you want? Hmm?...I really thought about castrating you, but I'm afraid I'll accidentally kill you. I feel bad for you, Brian." David from the mirror The expression on his face shows that he is enjoying the torment of me, and our anxious gaze in the mirror seems to make him even more excited.
"I think you are my rare friend, so I held back and didn't kill you directly. You have to be obedient, Brian." David finally let go of his grip on my important parts and turned to play The strands of hair that fell to my ears from the struggle.
David's killing intent was completely received by Brian's sensitive perception. How could I, who are so similar to David, really be scared to back down by such a stimulus
It's just that the killing intent in my heart is rising uncontrollably, but I know that, no matter what, when David is so cautious and has been prepared for me, it is impossible for me to defeat the opponent.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so shy about the FBI in the first place. I am so sorry now. Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, I would be the unlucky victim again.
I told myself that this time I'd have to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to get me to the FBI's attention. If the FBI continues to monitor my online movements, then that may be the only breaking point. This time I will not fail again. I do not believe that after God gave me another chance to live, I will die again under similar causes and effects.
Lying on the only double bed in the room, my hands and ankles were buckled by David's not-so-obtrusive and very real plastic buckles that couldn't be easily broken with fingernails and teeth. A wiser choice than the bald head of a previous life.
Watching David walk in after taking a shower, he leaned against me on the bed and took out the hair dryer. After plugging in the power, the hair dryer blew hot air onto my head, and after drying the ends of my almost-dry hair, he started blowing his own hair.
"You know it's really hard for a young man my age to not play with a mobile phone all day..." I leaned back on the bed, watching the murderer "friend" beside the bed whimpering at him s hair.
"What did you say?" David asked, stopping the hairdryer.
"I want to use my electronic device..." I repeated with a bitter face, the same meaning as the previous sentence, but more direct.
David glanced at me with a sneer, and said, "Brian the little netizen, I'll play with you when I'm done playing. Do you know the account password of the wireless network here?"
I honestly shook my head.
"Oh, of course. Because the small note that the landlord posted on the dining table was lost after I wrote it down." David added happily, and then turned on the hair dryer again.
Editing your own video diary and uploading it to YouTube with a serial killer being hunted by the FBI is a unique experience no one else will ever want to have in their lifetime. In particular, in the video, there is also a glimpse of the interior shot by David himself, because my hands and feet were buckled by him with rubber buttons.
"What are you doing?" David hugged me against the bed, watching me drag the footage from the camera into the video editing software one by one.
"Edit the video." I replied blankly.
"So what are you doing with this video?" David rubbed my freshly washed, damp hair that felt soft to the touch.
"Upload it to YouTube to keep the exposure. I'm going to continue to sell my food, I thought you knew?" I looked at the man beside me who seemed to have completely recovered to Mike.
David stared at me for a while without moving his eyes, and said, "Then I also want to include the part I filmed for you? I talked to you during the filming."
"Don't worry, I will cancel the original sound of the video and put on the background music." I said it for granted, without showing any guilty conscience.
In fact, my palms were sweating slightly. Because I did plan to do some tricks on the part of David's filming, so that the FBI monitoring my computer would find out in time for me.
But I also knew it was impossible for David not to notice his voice in the video he shot. So I did add background music to that segment and checked it out for him.
But what he didn't know was that while I was adding background music to the video, I also pretended to accidentally record the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard. Because I typed hard with my hands that were trapped together, the sound of hitting the keyboard twice, three long and two short, was not taken seriously by him.
My keyboard sounds, which seemed to be entered by mistake, expressed the three words life-saving, murder, and kidnapping in the simplest Morse code way. and repeated three times.
The plan to use Morse code to convey information was when David was taking a shower just now, and I inadvertently recalled the way that prisoner passed information to his accomplices when I met Neil Caffrey to assist the FBI in arresting the prisoner. to be applied.
David found nothing and took my laptop away from me after the video was uploaded. "Time for bed, smart Brian."
Sometimes I really hate when he calls my name with adjectives. That sounded to me full of goosebumps, I guess I will have a psychological shadow on this name in the future.
I lay down against the bed, turned and left my back to David. Then I felt him lying down too, wrapping his arms around my waist, snorting the back of my neck.
We didn't know how long we were in a stalemate in the dark. In the end, I was tired from a day's journey and sank into a dream first vaguely.
Early in the morning, I woke up with a sense of suffocation and weight. When I opened my eyes, it was the dazzling sunlight from the window and the shadow outline on David's deep facial features. His hands were pinching my neck and he was sitting on my body.
"Cough...cough..." I couldn't help coughing, raised my hand to pull him away, and then suddenly realized that my hands were glued together when I was sleeping.
After David saw that I was awake, he let go of his hand and turned away from me. I struggled to get up to see that he was all set.
"Is that how you wake people up?" I mocked in a hoarse voice, I could feel the wound on my neck that had healed last night being torn open again.
David raised his eyebrows and seemed to be in a good mood. He happily replied: "No, I've always put people to sleep like this." After that, he took out a folding knife from the sand boots on his feet, Walked up to me and grabbed my hands to cut the rubber buckles, then the rubber buckles on both ankles.
I rubbed my wrists and got up from the bed, and took off the chiffon nightdress in front of him. "Today I'm going to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, do you want to follow?"
David bent down and picked up the dead man's skirt that I had thrown on the ground at will, and replied as a matter of course: "Of course. It's time for me to find the next prey, if you don't mind."
Of course I do! Damn murderer...
I nodded expressionlessly, changed into a dark hoodie and black pencil pants that I don't usually wear under his watch, and went to wash up again. I tried to dress as inconspicuously as possible, and put on a mask before going out.
It is best to dress as suspiciously as possible, and it is best to be stopped by the patrol police for investigation.
In the supermarket, I came out with two big bags, and David was behind with a dark face carrying a dozen toilet paper and all kinds of vegetables and fruits. Then we saw David's next goal.
A red-haired woman who had just locked her car and strode into the supermarket, cursing the boy who trotted after her. It looked like it was her son, and she scolded him for being a loser and dragging the oil bottle.
This woman was dressed as a professional woman, and was holding a mobile phone that seemed to have just ended the call and still had a black screen. Then the phone rang, she picked it up, her expression instantly changed to a full smile, and the tone of cursing the child became gentle.
She responded graciously to the person on the phone, and I heard her address the person dear, and then mention the child's name, Tommy.
"Honey, I'm taking Tommy to the supermarket. Well, no trouble. ... How could it be? Your son will be mine in the future."
When we passed by, we saw David in a tight white T-shirt that didn't hide his figure, and gave him a wink. The child behind her, panting with tears in her eyes, followed her and ran past us.
I knew that David had locked on the target, and even though I could see that the woman's red hair was actually dyed, the man behind him instantly changed his breath to let me know that he was angry.
why
I've never analyzed David's deep psychology, and because he's a good cover up as Mike, this is the first time I've seen him reveal his true emotions.
Maybe...that boy was the epitome of his childhood? ...this is the most straightforward and simple inference, because the oppression of the mother pushes the small sociopath to the extreme. Many victims of serial killers are basically the type that has done them harm.
Vengeance-type serial murderers are much more than mission-type serial murderers. Except for part of the extreme sexual desire, the rest are mostly caused by childhood shadows.
I didn't make my guesses out, it was the easiest way to provoke David. If I don't want to die, be a silent lamb.
Get in the car, David drives it. He stared at the supermarket exit without saying a word, obviously intending to conduct a follow-up investigation now. It's not easy for me to remind him that we still have some frozen meat in the trunk of the car that needs to be brought home for refrigeration.
I sat in the passenger seat and pulled out the magazines I bought because my phone and house keys are now in David's hands.