The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Which... chair to choose?

There is something wrong with this person!

Before entering the church, he passed several such chairs with me in his arms, and pointed to one of them and asked me if I knew its purpose.

If it was decided in the morning that I was going to be like Miss Gardener, why not just lock me in those chairs?

After seeing the environment here, I think anyone's normal reaction is similar to mine, they are all worried about whether they will be locked in a cage or tortured.

Standing behind me, Jack took great pains to bring me here, wouldn't he just let me sit on a chair for a change of scenery?

That's too much to do!

I don't know if he's serious about trying to get me to choose a chair, or if he's come up with a new trick to start torturing me.

I was clamped in his hands, unable to answer this ridiculous question.

As he said, after sitting on the chair, you will be reincarnated to participate in this game "forever".This is more scary and overwhelming to me.I don't want to go back to the manor, let alone play the game again.

Standing here I still have at least a slim chance, if he is really asking me, then I can't answer this question.

Just when I was thinking about it and couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, he opened his mouth first, jokingly said: "Heh...just kidding."

joke?

What a boring joke!

As soon as the words fell, Jack took my shoulders and took me two steps forward in his arms.

He stood behind me, like a wall pushing forward, with the change of posture, I had to accommodate his movements and move forward.

I was being teased like a mouse by a hunting cat, and this suffocating feeling set me on fire with no name.

But the truth is, I shouldn't feel this way, it's so weird.

The relationship between me and Jack—a relationship in which I have no power to resist and can only let it go, can only make people feel fear and despair in common sense.

A relationship that will make people angry should first of all be an equal relationship, and at least a little bit of capital should be needed to resist.

When I still held the scalpel in my hand, I still had a little chance to resist, but now?

Impossible...

This kind of nameless anger is like I am hanging on the edge of a cliff, and I am about to fall into the abyss, and I suddenly feel angry at the cliff.

too weird!

This shouldn't be a normal emotion. After all, his strength is more suffocating to me than a cliff.

Jack held on to my shoulders tightly, not letting go for a moment, but he let go of my wrist and changed the position. I tried to twist the wrist he had been holding on a little bit to let the blood circulate.

He held me for too long and with great strength. After being released, I only felt that my whole arm was sore and itchy like a group of ants eating flesh and blood.

It's a pity that the discomfort has not completely subsided. His right hand slid down my shoulder, my arm, and grabbed my wrist again.

I have to say that he did not let me go for a single minute.

Jack took me to these scattered iron cages. I thought he would open the door of the cage and throw me in and lock me up, but he just grabbed me, then raised his leg, and kicked it over with a light kick. An iron cage.

With a loud bang, the iron cage closest to me fell to the ground and lay on the ground.The entire basement echoed with the hum of shaking iron grids, and I stood there bewildered.

I can't figure out what he wants to do at all, and of course I don't need to understand it.

Just after the iron cage fell to the ground, Jack put the hand holding me around my waist, and hooked him into his arms, so that my entire upper body was close to his chest and abdomen to face him. I watched The white mask, which was less than an arm's length away from me, held its breath subconsciously.

And he didn't look at me, but looked at the iron cage that he kicked down, and then he hugged me with a slight force of his arm, and my feet also left the ground.

By the time I realized it, he had already turned around in this posture and put me on top of the cage.

I sat on the hard and cold iron cage, in front of this man named Jack, a kind of indescribable shock and disbelief replaced the previous resentment welling up in my heart.

What does he... want to do?Didn't he plan to put me in a cage?

Compared with the lawyer who was hacked by him and the gardener lady who went straight to heaven, his attitude towards me can be called tolerant and kind.

I have been caught by him many times, and I have escaped from him many times.Not only that, but I lied to him and he threatened me too.But when he did grab me again, he didn't hurt me -- technically, he never hurt me.

This is incredible!

Even a normal person like a philanthropist sold and sacrificed me for a map, but this devil-like man never hurt me! ?

I stared blankly at the man standing in front of me, and a strange and strange conjecture popped up all of a sudden.

This kind of thinking is too dangerous, I have to suppress it!

I looked at Jack's mask, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Why?"

The author has something to say: When a person develops a desire for knowledge towards another person, it is often a precursor to love~~~