The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

I should have belonged to him...

It belongs to the man named Jack in front of him...

I looked at his mask, looked into his eyes, and was almost convinced.

If it wasn't for the coldness that belonged to him on the lips, if it wasn't for the strange and pale mask on his face that was so close to me, if it wasn't for seeing the huge sharp scissors hidden behind him...

I'm almost convinced by him!

He said that I am the most special existence in the world.

After "forever", the neutral word "special" also started to look a little scary when he spit it out of his mouth.His voice seemed poisoned, and the words that came out of his mouth were like evil witchcraft.

I turned my head away and let my chin and lips get out of his fingertips' control. I didn't want to listen to his brainwashing remarks anymore. I was afraid that if I listened too much, I would really think that what he said was the truth.

After my chin left his grasp, his right hand paused in the air, rubbed his fingers meticulously, and immediately grabbed my hand that was placed by his side.

It seems that he was a little unhappy by my resisting action, and he seemed very dissatisfied that his gentle attitude and tone did not get a response that I agreed with. He grabbed my wrist with surprisingly strong strength this time, and I was taken to He pounced forward, and finally stabilized his body.

He grabbed my hand in front of his chest, his tone changed back to the original slippery and cold, full of malice and a little angry: "Stop thinking about running away, all of them can leave, but you can't, you belong to me! "

I looked at his sudden emotional gaze in panic, and noticed the dissatisfaction in his pupils.

As expected, this person is still a devil. His gentleness just now was just a disguise. Once he found that he could not confuse me and make me obedient, his violence and ferocity immediately showed their true colors.

But I didn't care about that much, I just felt that my hand bones were about to be crushed by him, I raised my other hand and put it on the hand he was holding me, trying to break it apart.

"It hurts...it hurts! You hurt me! Let go! Let go!"

I don't know where the courage came from, maybe it was really painful to the limit, I yelled at him, and the sound of my yelling because of the pain echoed throughout the basement.

He let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, so fast that he seemed to be startled by me instead.

He looked at my wrist, that section of flesh had already lost its blood color from his grasp, and the fingerprints on it immediately turned an unusually clear color of blood after he closed his hand, and the surrounding area, because of his long-term grip There is already some bruising.

I frowned and supported my hand, feeling the pain and itchiness of the circle he grabbed, the heat of blood flowing back mixed with the coldness left in his palm just now, this feeling is very complicated and uncomfortable.

"Cough—you...you..." After Jack let go of me, he immediately retracted both his hands behind his back, and looked at me "you you you" for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

He grabbed me so hard this time, I didn't care about his abnormal pause, I held my weak hand against the cold iron cage, trying to let the iron cage act as a temporary ice pack to cool down my wrist.

I'm sure, this wrist will definitely be red, swollen and blue after tomorrow... If I still have tomorrow...

When I think of this, I feel a little unmotivated, as if I have suddenly lost my goals and hopes, and I don't know what to do.

Do you really want to lose your freedom and stay by this man named Jack?

I turned to look at Jack, who was standing motionless in front of me, looking at my chest, looking around at me until he saw the bruise on my other arm, and then looking down, Skimming my bare legs.

I followed his gaze down and saw the scrape on the other side of my body - from the ground where the philanthropist had knocked me down before.

These wounds were not deep, but stretched from the side of my arm to the calf in small pieces, and there were a lot of blood beads in some of the deeper places.

These wounds that should have scabbed had not healed because they had been washed by the rain outside before. Some of the flesh on the wounds had turned white and slightly turned outwards, and the skin around the wounds was still red and swollen.

In fact, these are ordinary scratches, and they are not a big deal in normal times. Compared with a lawyer, I am not as serious as him.

But now...if I happen to have a bottle of topical disinfectant on hand, if these wounds have not been soaked in the rain and turned white, if I am not shivering from the cold all over my body, if I am not at this table If you haven't met this man named Jack in the manor——

I don't think the wounds are serious at all!

It's a pity that it's useless to complain too much. The current situation is that all these "ifs" have become facts.

I can't even run now, the only thing I can do is to make myself feel better.

First of all, you have to deal with the wet clothes on your body.Then I still have enough bandages in my pocket for a few more wraps around the wound.While it's not the right thing to do, they should cover my exposed skin and protect me from some of the cold.

I hope this idea can be realized, after all, I think it is too cold.

I put my hand on the belt that cinched my belly and undid it, releasing the wet skirt from clinging to my waist.

The cool air rushes in, and I can't help but shiver, but a moment of cold is better than being cold all the time.

I raised my hand and started to unbutton the two buttons on my chest. The completely soaked cloak on my upper body was no longer able to keep me warm—in fact, all the clothes on my body were murderers who robbed my body temperature at this time. Not only can it not bring me a little warmth, but I have to rely on my body's own heat to dry and evaporate the water on it.

If I didn't have this man in front of me, I think the effect of taking all my clothes off would be better than the effect of having to wear one, but it's a pity...

Although I had a hunch that he wouldn't do that to me, I couldn't really take off my clothes in front of him. The only thing I could take off was this little cloak.

Inside the small cloak is a white one-piece sundress. Although only wearing the inner garment leads to more exposed parts, the moisture on the body will only evaporate once, and it will not be unable to keep warm like before.

I squeezed the little cloak in my hand, then raised my other, still aching hand, and grasped the garment with both hands, twisting it hard in both directions at the same time trying to wring it dry.

It's a pity that I overestimated my body's ability to withstand it. After a night of mental torture and exhaustion from excessive exercise, the muscles and nerves all over my body seemed to wake up instantly and clamored to rebel.

I saw a few drops of water struggling to drip from the inside of the small cloak, and then there was no movement, and the clothes in my hands were still wet, and it was obvious that they could continue to be wrung dry.

I looked at the clothes in my hands and sighed, stepped down my shoulders and threw it aside, then took out the bandages in my pocket to treat the wounds on my lower arms and legs.

At this time, Jack, who was standing motionless in front of me, stretched out his hand towards me.

The author has something to say: The lonely man and the widow are in the same room, and the woman took off her clothes on her own initiative. If the plot is normal, something should happen?

Well~ Just kidding.

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Happy 520 everyone! ! !

By the way, I am a person who has passed 521, and I will go out for a while tomorrow, so there will be no update tomorrow, and I will come back the day after tomorrow~~~Be careful!