This is a small abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, and it is completely deserted for one kilometer. David dragged Jessica out of the car and into the factory, like unloading cargo, like pulling a pig that just went into the slaughterhouse.
I wanted to ask David to keep the boy Tommy in the car, but before I could say anything, he ordered me to take the boy to the warehouse with me.
Oh, unlucky child. Maybe he's going to be like Brian, seeing his mother get killed. He should be thankful for the decision I finally made.
Yes, let an innocent woman die in front of me in order to protect herself. This is beyond my bottom line. Although the woman was mean and unpleasant. I hugged the child and smiled slightly. Brian also seemed to be telling me that he was relieved.
Put tommy in a far corner, several meters away from the workbench where David is determined to start, which is as far away as possible. Jessica, who was in shock due to suffocation, was thrown on the ground beside the workbench by David. David unzipped the tennis racket bag and took out a roll of super-large diameter plastic wrap bought in the supermarket.
The unfolded plastic wrap is wide and large, and the reason why David chose the tennis racket bag is probably to hold it. Plastic wrap was indeed a great way to avoid blood on the scene, and no matter how the victim struggled, the hair, dander, and traces of David himself would not stay on the scene.
In retrospect, this is very similar to what Sheriff Harry gave to my dear brother Dexter. Maybe this is common sense.
David pointed to the plastic wrap on his hand and motioned for me to help. I walked over quickly and grabbed a corner of the plastic wrap, feeling a little strange.
The unfolded plastic wrap was spread on the workbench, and David used a knife to open the plastic buttons that bound Jessica's hands. Jessica, who was tossed back and forth, was about to wake up.
David took out a pair of pharmacy surgical gloves and threw them at me, and put them on himself. Then I was asked to help him get the woman up. He began to take off Jessica's professional suit like a Barbie doll, neatly folded it, and put it next to his tennis bag.
It's disgusting to be stuck on by a naked woman, so after he's done this series of acts, I can't wait to put Jessica down on the cling-wrapped work surface. Jessica's hands were re-fastened by the rubber buckle, and the rubber buckle was connected to the other end and fixed to the edge of the workbench.
Finally, the woman woke up. She dazedly noticed the figure of David standing beside the workbench, and let out a sharp scream. The harsh sound made me take a few steps back to get away from the source of the noise. Then I heard where tommy was behind me and let out a shaky breathing sound.
y woke up, he was pretending to be asleep. I know, but I'm not going to debunk him. It's better to close your eyes the whole time than to watch the process of this person being a knife and me being a fish. Dexter had Brian covering his eyes for him, but Brian could only watch...
So...how can this be blamed on him? People blamed the absence of innocence in his eyes, and forcibly separated him from his younger brother, so that Brian, who had just lost one relative, was forced to lose another. Little Brian, without the only support left in his heart, was locked in a terrible and eerie mental hospital alone.
"Um..." A double image appeared in front of my eyes, and the severe neuralgia in my head made me make a sound uncontrollably.
Brian's memories and mine were constantly intertwined, and the images that appeared in my mind, combined with Jessica's shrill screams, made me feel like my head was about to explode.
"Ah... cluck..."
Jessica's screams were cut off abruptly, and I put my hands over my ears and looked over. With a mad smile on his face, David put his hand around Jessica's neck in enjoyment.
The woman with her hands bound was like a tuna, struggling and fluttering on the workbench. David watched Jessica's expression, then he looked up at me and motioned for me to come to him.
"Cut off this woman's finger with the ring, hurry!" David said in a hurry, with a crazy smile in his voice. "I've never tried to cut off someone's finger while they're alive!!"
With trembling hands on my thighs, I walked over to him, squatted down and picked up the knife he had kept in his tennis racket bag.
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Then, I could clearly see David's addictive eyes staring at me deeply, Jessica's body twitched with pain, and then rolled her eyes and fainted again.
I watched as David leaned down and rubbed the tip of Jessica's nose under Jessica's, trying to see if she was still breathing. That posture is like a jackal that has successfully preyed on it. At this time, the child's breathing was no longer at all, perhaps because he was frightened.
"Take off your gloves." David threw that finger into the tennis bag, and raised the ring to his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick off the blood on it.
I seemed to have a vague premonition of what he was going to do, and placed the knife in my hand seemingly casually on the workbench, within my reach. Then I took off my left glove.
"No, right hand," David corrected. Yes, women wear rings on their right hand, unlike men.
I obediently let him grab my hand, and maybe he felt the coldness in his palm. He sneered, and forcefully put the ring, which didn't really fit my size, onto the ring finger of my right hand.
"Now take off your clothes and put on this skirt." David picked up the clothes he had just taken off from the woman.
I wouldn't have been embarrassed to take off my clothes in front of him because of my experience working with David in a dance company. But this time David's sight was really unbearable.
I put on this ol outfit, which is also sexy and coquettish for women, and even put on the stockings at David's request, and then I walked towards him with high heels, the sound of clicking Then, pretending to be inadvertent, he took the folding knife that he had put aside in his hand again.
"Come on, stand in front of me. Let me watch you!" As he said, David took out his fishing line and put it around Jessica's neck skillfully, twice, firmly.
I stood on his left, very close, so close that I could kill him when he was defenseless! But I'm not going to do that, I'm just going to stop him. I don't want to become a monster like him.
"Okay, Mike," I whispered.
Then David's hands began to work sideways, and the fishing line wrapped around Jessica's neck tightened.
I watched her stare at me and David with wide eyes, her throat gurgling, and the fishing line slashed at her neck, sinking into the flesh. She struggled desperately, kicking her legs out of thin air.
"Hahahahaha, look! Brian, look! How beautiful! It's better to be a quiet woman... just like you fell asleep... ahhhh!!!"
When David lost his vigilance because he was too engaged, I raised my leg and ran my high heels viciously at his key points. There is nothing worse than being kicked in the life of a man.
He desperately wanted to back up and curl up in a ball, but the fishing line wrapped around his hands restricted his movement. In order not to suffocate Jessica in his struggle, he was strangled to death. I snapped the line twice with the sharp knife, and David flew out.
I walked up to him and hit his jaw with a flying kick.
Jessica's shoe size was too small and flew out with my movements. David also spurted blood from his mouth. I was afraid that he would recover again and run over his hand with the only shoe left.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Brian you!!!..." I watched his pupils gradually dilated, and finally passed out in pain.
I quickly threw off the remaining shoes on my feet, rushed into his tennis racket bag with my bare feet in embarrassment, and found two rubber buckles. I didn't care that my bare feet were cut and bleeding from the shards of glass on the ground. I can feel at ease only if his movements are completely restricted.
In the end, I used all my strength to tie David's hands together, who had passed out.
"Bah!!!!!!" With a loud bang, the rusty iron gate of the factory was kicked open.
"Don't move!! fbi!" "Stand up, raise your hands!"
The police, who were always one step late, finally arrived. They held guns in both hands and glanced around nervously. Then his eyes fell on me.
"The prisoner has been subdued... that's Brian Morse, the victim..." I heard their whispers.
"Oh...he cried! What a poor child, he is just too strong. He also saved two people!" A man's sympathetic words reached my ears through the dull and icy air in the factory.
The knife I had been holding tightly in my hand fell to the ground with a bang. I slowly raised my hands and pressed one to my cheek.
I finally found out... it turned out that I was already in tears.
But I knew it wasn't tears of fear. Although I was flustered from beginning to end, my mind was so clear. I know I made the most effective move and saved two lives.
The reason that makes me cry is because I finally know that I still have compassion. The most obvious characteristic of a sociopath is a lack of empathy... Does that mean that Brian's influence on me is waning
Maybe one day, I can really completely downplay Brian's bloodlust and let my heart really calm down.