The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Jack grabbed my skirt and pulled it into his hands bit by bit until the loose dress turned into a tight hip skirt on me, and then he tightened his palms as hard as he pinched the little cloak before.

I saw the rainwater inside the skirt condensed into small water droplets, dripping through the wire mesh cage and falling to the ground.

Holding the bandage in my hand, I watched him fiddle with the skirt on my body, so shocked that I couldn't say any words of rejection.

It was as if his own clothes were being wrung dry after they got wet. Perhaps in his eyes, I was indeed his property. After all, he had repeatedly emphasized the fallacy of "I belong to him".

I sat dumbfounded on the iron cage net, motionless, and before I could react, he let go of his hand, then lifted his foot and took a small step to the other side of me, and stretched out his hand to grab my other side. The hem of the skirt, in the same way, pinched the moisture on my skirt.

This is not over yet, I watched his hands move up gradually, after drying the fabric on both sides of my waist, and then stop all the way up to my chest, just about to reach out and grab it——

I immediately reacted and pushed his hand away, and refused incoherently: "No! No need... no need, I... I haven't—"

Omg what the hell am I talking about!

This scene is so wrong, Jack's abnormality makes me also abnormal, what am I talking about!

Just as I was pissed off by my reaction, Jack had already moved his hand to my back and started doing the same to my skirt as before.

When he withdrew his hand, I didn't realize what he was doing.

I looked at the large folds on the hem of my skirt that he had pinched, and panicked.I have even forgotten what to do next.

He... he is helping me! ?

No matter what he wanted to do with me, that was not what a hunter should do to his prey.

Even in ordinary human interactions, it is rare for a stranger to do this to another stranger.

When he was not so violent and dangerous, he was a complete gentleman, and his behavior was much more natural than the lawyer pretended to be, but it was precisely because of this that everything about him was so contradictory.

The more I wanted to analyze the source of the sense of disobedience from his language and behavior, the more I was puzzled by him.

Among the people I have come into contact with in the past, it is not uncommon to encounter patients with mental illness. It is easy to judge the abnormality and illogicality in their words and deeds.

But I have no way to analyze this person in front of me.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, frowning tightly, opened my mouth to speak but didn't know how to organize the words, I even felt that it was useless for me to ask, his answer would only make me more confused.

"... Huh?"

Probably because I looked at him with a weird expression, my puzzlement had already been conveyed through his eyes, and he lowered his head to look at me and snorted lightly.

I bit my lower lip involuntarily, thinking about it or forget it.Asking so much will only make my mood more complicated, it is better to pretend that I don't know anything.

As long as he doesn't hurt me, anything is fine.Whatever his intentions, it was a good thing for me to wring my clothes out, at least I don't feel as cold as I used to.

But Jack obviously didn't think so. When he saw that I chose to remain silent, he raised his right hand and put it on my thigh.

For women, the thigh is a relatively private place. Even if the mind has been liberated to a certain extent, this part cannot be touched casually. What's more, I am wearing a skirt now, and my skin is completely exposed without any cover .

Even if I couldn't resist being touched by him before, it doesn't mean that I acquiesced that he can do anything to me like now!

I watched as his hand was placed on my thigh bit by bit. The first to touch my skin was the middle finger, the longest of the four fingers, and then the other four fingers fell down one by one.

He does it with such grace that I think I'd be in awe if he had a classical piano under his fingertips instead of my legs.

At this time, I only felt that the nerve cells in the whole body seemed to gather at the place he touched, and I felt his fingers move upwards slowly.

That feeling came again, like a cold poisonous snake crawling.His fingers slowly slid into my pleated skirt, getting closer and closer to the base of my thigh...

"Are you trying to... rape me?" I heard myself ask a stupid question.

When a man puts his hand inside a woman's inner thigh, it's self-evident what he wants.

But I really couldn't believe it, just when I thought he wouldn't hurt me, did he still want to do something to me?

But Jack's next actions and answers took me by surprise.

After he heard what I said, the forward movement of his index finger stopped immediately, and then he withdrew the right hand that was placed on the base of my thigh, and when he took it out, he pulled down the skirt that was moving up to make it smooth.

Then the index finger of his right hand slightly pressed against my chin, making me raise my head and meet his gaze.

"Infringement? Of course not, cute little white rabbit, I'm smoothing your hair." As if he had heard some joke, he snorted and continued, "Take it as my reward for serving you. You It looks too nervous, don't be afraid, as long as you obediently don't think about running away, I won't hurt you."

The author has something to say: My Jack is the only one who speaks so refreshingly about taking advantage and playing hooligans.Although he really doesn't have any thoughts about Miss Emily at this moment ╮(╯▽╰)╭

But there will definitely be in the future 2333