Psychological Control

"Let ’s go ... ah! ... well, I'll put on myself ..."

I just came out of the bathroom, and when I opened the door, I met David, who had been waiting for a long time, and was twisted and pushed back to the washstand by two or three times. Because I wore my own bathrobe, not the blood-stained skirt he gave.

David released his hand holding me because of my begging for mercy, but the man still stood stubbornly, apparently trying to see me put on.

"Mike ... even if you want me to put on a woman's skirt ..." I picked up the nightdress whose owner had been dead for a few days with complex expressions, "but can you let it stain someone else's blood next time, then nausea…"

David's unarmed ring arm stood at the door of the bathroom, apparently a stance that wouldn't let me go out without changing it. 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 that if there was a substantial sight on the key part of my underwear, I was instantly embarrassed. Everyone used to change clothes every day while changing clothes in the backstage of the dance company. I didn't see him have any special interest in me.

The hair seen by his eyes, I speeded up the change to the dead skirt. At the moment of wearing, the light **** smell on the clothes covered my whole body.

Ordinary people will feel nauseous when they smell blood, but Brian's perception in my body is awakened by the smell of this rare human blood, just like a hallucinogen.

"Hmm ...!" A dazzling **** was embraced by David from behind, his arm around my arm made me unable to move, and one hand touched my cheek and chin. I couldn't help snorting.

"Looking at how you look in the mirror, I don't know why it always makes me think of you as a woman. Or the woman with the most appetite for me. Maybe you should regret going to that model contest ..." David and from the mirror and I looked at me and the control freak held me in my arms.

I have to admit that David did not lie. I wasn't a very deep-fashioned facial feature. It really looked like a short-haired woman in this dead nightdress. But although my body looks slim, we both know that in fact my body has fast and clear muscles under the skirt.

"You know I'm not a woman, don't deceive yourself, Mike." The part of Brian in my body woke up because of the **** smell, my heartbeat went up, and words were no longer around my head. The circle re-exported, began to become unable to control itself.

I broke my grip with one hand, took David's hand stroking my cheek, and guided him down my body, as if he had performed thousands of times on stage. Then I grabbed his hand and pressed it under me.

"Oh, you're really embarrassing, Brian." David seemed a little angry at this move. He took my arm to tighten it, and his hand pressed against me was a firm grasp.

"Ah!" I can't help stepping up, "Let go! Mike ..."

"Isn't this what you want? Hmm? ... I really thought about killing you, but I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you. I really feel bad for you, Brian." From the mirror David His expression showed that he enjoyed torture me, and our scorching eyes in the mirror seemed to make him more excited.

"I think you're my rare friend, so I can't help but kill you directly. You have to be obedient, Brian." David finally let go of the hand that held my important part and turned to play. My hair fell to my ears as I struggled.

David's killing was completely accepted by Brian's sensitive perception. How could I be so similar to David that I could really be frightened by such a stimulus?

It was just an uncontrollable increase in the killing intentions in my heart, but I knew that under David's so careful and prepared for me, it was impossible for me to defeat the opponent.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so evasive to fbi. I regret it now. Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, I became the victim again.

I told myself this time I had to wait for an opportunity, for an opportunity that would get my attention to fbi. If fbi continues to monitor my online trends, then that may be the only breakthrough point. I won't fail again this time. I don't believe that after giving me another chance to live, God will cause me to die again under similar cause and effect.

Lying on the only double bed in the room, David's hands and two ankles were fastened by David, which is not a problem and is very practical, and cannot be easily disconnected with nails and teeth. A smarter choice than the baldness of my last life.

Watching David walk in after taking a bath, he leaned on me on the bed and took out a hairdryer. Connected to the electricity, the hair dryer blows hot air to my head with a whining sound. After the end of my fast-drying hair is also dried, he starts to blow his own hair.

"Do you know it's really uncomfortable for a young man like me not to use a cell phone all day ..." I leaned back in bed and watched the murderer "friend" by the bed whisper him. s hair.

"What did you say?" David stopped the hair dryer and asked.

"I want to use my electronic device ..." I repeated it bitterly with the same meaning as the previous sentence, but more directly.

David gave me a smirk and said, "Little networm Brian, wait for me to play with you. Do you know the account number and password of the wireless network here?"

I shook my head honestly.

"Oh, of course. Because the note the landlord put on the table was written down by me, and I lost it." David added a pleasant sentence before turning on the hairdryer again.

Together with a serial murderer who is being hunted by fbi, editing his video diary and uploading it to the tubing is a unique experience that others would never have thought of in their lives. Especially in the video, there is an indoor view taken by David himself, because my hands and feet were buckled by rubber buckles.

"What are you doing?" David took me to the bed and watched as I dragged the videos from the camera into the video editing software.

"Edit video." I answered blankly.

"So what are you doing with this video?" David rubbed his hands and I just washed them with a little tide, so I felt soft hair.

"Upload it to the tubing and keep the exposure. I plan to continue to sell mixed colors, I think you know?" I looked at the person next to me who seemed to have completely recovered to Mike.

David stared at me for a while and said, "Then the section I took for you should also be added? I have talked to you during the filming."

"Rest assured, I will cancel the original sound of the video and put the background music in that period." I seemed to take it for granted, showing no guilty conscience at all.

In fact, my palms were sweating slightly at this time. Because I did intend to take some action on the part of David's shooting so that the fbi monitoring my computer could detect my situation in time.

But I also know that it is impossible for David to not notice his voice left in the video he shot. So I did add background music to that passage and checked him out again.

But what he didn't know was that while I matched the video with background music, I also pretended to accidentally record the sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard. Because I was struggling to type with my hands trapped together, so I double-clicked, three long and two short taps on the keyboard, and he didn't take it seriously.

My seemingly mistyped keyboard sound expressed the three words of life-saving, killing, and holding in the simplest form of Morse code. And repeated three times.

The plan to use Morse code to convey the message was still when David was taking a bath just now, and I accidentally remembered the way that prisoner gave his associates a message when he met Neil Caffrey to help fbi arrest the prisoner. To be applied.

David found nothing and took my laptop from me after the video was uploaded. "It's time to sleep, smart Brian."

Sometimes I really hate when he calls my name with some adjectives. That sounds so full of goosebumps, I guess I will have a psychological shadow over this kind of name in the future.

I lay down on my bed, turned, and left my back to David. Then I felt that he also lay down, wrapped his arms around my waist, and sprayed my nose on my back.

The two of us didn't know how long the stalemate lasted. In the end, I was so tired because of a day's journey that I fell into the dream first.

In the morning, I was awakened by a sense of suffocation and stress. Opening his eyes is the glare of the window and the shadows of David's deep features, his hands around my neck, riding on me.

"Cough ... cough ..." I couldn't help but coughed up and raised my hand to pull him away, only to realize suddenly that my hands were fastened by the plastic buckle while sleeping.

After seeing me awake, David let go of his own hand and turned away from me. I struggled to get up and saw that he was ready.

"Is that how you wake up?" My voice was hoarse and teasing, and I could feel the wound that had healed from the neck last night, and was torn open again.

David raised his eyebrows and seemed to be in a good mood. He replied happily: "No, I'm so sleepy forever." After that, he took a folding knife from the sand boots on his feet, Came in front of me and dragged my hands to cut the rubber buckle, then the rubber buckle on both ankles.

I rubbed my wrists off the bed, and took off the chiffon nightdress in front of him. "I'm going to the supermarket today to buy some daily necessities. Would you like to follow me?"

David stooped to pick up the dead man's skirt that I casually threw to the ground, and rightly responded, "Of course. I've also come to the next prey, if you don't mind."

I certainly mind! Damn murderer ...

I nodded expressionlessly, under his surveillance, changed into a dark hoodie and black pants that I don't usually wear, and washed it away. I tried to wear it inconspicuously 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 a patrol to investigate.

In the supermarket, I came out with two sacks, and David with a dark face behind him carried a dozen dozen toilet paper and various vegetables and fruits. Then we saw David's next goal.

A red-haired woman, who had just locked her car and strode toward the supermarket, cursed the boy who trot trot behind her. It appeared to be her son, who scolded him as a funeral star and dragged oil bottles.

The woman was dressed as a business woman, and she had a mobile phone in her hand that seemed to have just ended the call and had no black screen. Then the phone rang, she picked it up, her expression instantly changed into a smile, and the voice of cursing the child became gentle.

She kindly responded to the person on the phone. I heard her call her dear, and then mentioned the child's name y.

"My dear, I'm taking tommy to the supermarket. Um, it's not bothersome ... why is that? Your son will be my son in the future."

As we passed by, we saw David wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt that didn't hide his body, and gave him a wink. The child behind her followed in tears panting, and ran past us.

I knew that David had locked his target, and even if I could see that the woman's red hair was actually dyed, the breath that changed instantly behind the man still made me know that he was angry.

why?

I have never analyzed David's underlying psychology, and because he was a good cover-up for Mike, so this is the first time I have seen him show a true leaking emotion.

Maybe ... that boy was the epitome of his hours? … This is the most direct and simple inference, because the oppression of the mother has pushed the antisocial personality who is still small to the extreme. Many serial homicide victims are basically the type that once harmed them.

There are many more vengeful serial murderers than mission serial murderers. Except for some of them being less extreme, the rest are mostly caused by childhood shadows.

I didn't say my guess, this is the easiest way to anger David. If I don't want to die yet, let me be a silent lamb.

Get in the car and David drives. He stared silently at the supermarket exit, apparently intending to conduct a follow-up investigation now. I ca n’t remind him that we still have some frozen meat in the trunk of the car that we need to take home to refrigerate.

I sat in the front passenger seat and took out the magazine I bought, because my mobile phone and the door key are now in David's hand.

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