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What are you going to do when you get sick?

I’m a coser, and I was imprisoned by my own photographer for three days.

And he tied me to a heater, and said, “You are my woman all your life.” I’m sorry.

After that, give me your hand…

I’m sorry.

I was imprisoned by my photographer.

At 19, I dropped out of school and rented a house outside.

Changed clothes, took pictures, sold for money every day.

Those who wear those clothes have animated figures, including nurses, teachers or maids, and a variety of stockings, accessories and props.

Most of the clothing is of poor quality and can be light or skin-sensitive.

My cameraman, Tong, is over 80 feet, over 200 pounds, usually doesn’t do a sideband, but it’s been handled well.

At first, he just bought me the real one, and then he said to the QQC who sold the photos, “Come up and meet me for $10,000.”

QQQ Master reminded me not to meet.

“It is likely that those who make such demands will try to misbehave. I’m sorry.

“But that’s $10,000. I said:

My picture wasn’t making money.

I’m renting together with a couple of women workers, living illegally, so narrow it can’t be more narrow, 300 in January.

I can still smell their smoke and the sound of being with my boyfriend.

The master of the pack will not persuade me, but just say, “Protect yourself.” I’m sorry.

Half an hour later, she called me $20,000 and said she helped me get it from that client.

“If you decide to meet, you can have more. I’m sorry.

First meeting with Little Tang, it went well.

We were in a restaurant in Shanghai, and Tang told me that he liked me, that he was studying photography and wanted to be a photographer.

And when he said that, he saw fanaticism.

I didn’t know what the consequences of such fanaticism would be, but I thought that working with such people would be very profitable.

Little Don has been polite to me.

The only time he looked different was when I helped him find the camera and went through his bag.

I saw a roll of rough ropes and tape on the bright side.

I thought it was for someone else.

I forgot, he just shot me.

“Your photo is the best you’ve sold. You know why? One night, the masters talked about me.

“All right, photographer. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, he likes you in the picture. I’m sorry.

“Really?”

“Yeah, not just like, he’s full of desire for you. I’m sorry.

Once again, the host repeats the sentence, “Protect yourself.” I’m sorry.

At the time, I felt like a big deal.

In our business, instinctively, we trust photographers.

But when I found out, it was too late.

We’ve been shooting together for two months and it’s been going well.

But until that day, at my new home, he and I confessed.

He said, “I don’t want your picture to be shown again. I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“These pictures belong to both of us. “Tang, you’re with me. You don’t have to look at people anymore. I’m sorry.

I realized he was confessing. He’s just about to start thinking about how to reject him without hurting anyone, but he’s already pounced and kissed me with a mouth that smells like wine and meat.

It’s a stingy beard, and it hurts.

He’s over 200 pounds. I can’t get him out of here. I can’t get him out of here.

And he stood up and turned to me.

And I, slap him.

Quiet in the house.

“Dang, it’s late. I have to clean up. I’m sorry.

He stood there for half a day.

“Did you ever think I didn’t like photography?”

He talks to himself.

“But I like you, Lu Xian, I’ve liked you since I first met you! I’m sorry.

“I buy equipment, learn software, and even find other girls to practice.”

“It’s all for you, Lu Xin! I’m sorry.

He probably thought I’d be touched.

But when he said that, I was not moved, but afraid.

Turns out he did so much.

And it didn’t show anything in all this time.

He’s terrible.

“I’m sorry, Don, we can’t cooperate anymore. I don’t like you, and I can’t stand it. I’m sorry.

He was staring at me, and suddenly, he was a dry, cold laugh.

“Lu, believe it or not, I’ll get you.” I’m sorry.

The next day, I’ll take this up with the QQQ Master.

The crowd master said, “Sweety, listen to me. Move. I’m sorry.

I listened to her this time.

But that day I called another photographer and it was 11:00 p.m.

So I pushed the move three days later.

And these three days, I’ll never forget.

When I got home, I was sore, I threw my COS suit straight into the washing machine, and then I went into the bathroom and started taking a bath.

The water just opened, it wasn’t hot yet, and I heard the sound of the key sticking into the door lock.

That’s my doorlock!

I thought I was hearing things and shut down the lilies immediately.

That voice became so clear.

Impossible. I’ve been living alone in this city. No family, no close friends.

I changed the lock after I rented it. I don’t even have a key for the middleman.

So who’s opening my door?

The key turns, one lap, two laps, and then it rings.

The door was open, making terrible noise.

Next, it’s footsteps.

Pop, pop, pop…

That voice was light, from far and near.

In the living room, it stopped.

It’s parked right in front of the bathroom door.

I can’t see the outside.

But I know that my figure should have been on the furry glass doorboard in the bathroom.

My cell phone was in the pocket of a knitting dress and, along with all my clothes, was removed from the laundromat in front of the bathroom.

So now I can’t do anything but stand naked in the bathroom.

I’m afraid to turn on the tap or move.

Even though the bath was open, the cold came up.

I’m starting to shake on my own.

About half a minute later.

It’s been a long half-minute.

I can’t believe it’s still ringing.

Me and that man, we’re standing on the sidewalk.

I calmed down and finally turned my head.

I think the most likely thing to do outside is Don.

He came to my house so many times that he could easily get my keys and get another one outside.

He was the one who planned it, and it was easy for him.

But he was able to come in and stood still in front of the bathroom, he probably hesitated to really do something to me.

What I should do now is not to provoke him.

And, of course, do not show that you have guessed him, lest you force him to do nothing.

And?

What else? What else?

Right, I can scare him away.

Make a bluff, drive him away, move and never meet him again!

But how to scare him away…

“Dear, are you home?”

I tried to talk to the living room.

And do your best to keep that voice from shaking with me.

“You should be on time. Say 11 o’clock, really 11 o’clock. I’m sorry.

After that, I’m going to leave the living room.

I’ve built a non-existent boyfriend with two words.

The boyfriend works at the police station and comes home every day at this hour.

Yeah, it’s not reasonable, it’s not real, but it’s the only way I can think of it right now.

So, you’re the one in the living room, whoever you are, go now.

Please…

Suddenly the people outside the door laughed.

That’s low, dumb.

And that voice on the phone, same.

It’s really Little Don.

“Chicken, I didn’t hear you say you had a boyfriend. I’m sorry.

I shut the lilies.

Now that he’s shown his identity, I can’t escape.

I’m bored with my chest, and every breath becomes difficult.

I know there’s nothing to cry about.

However, the tears fell from the big, uncontrollably large.

How did you get in here? Get out of here! My boyfriend’s a detective. He’ll be home soon! I’m sorry.

I said, but the sound of the swallows can’t be covered.

The footsteps are ringing again.

It’s ringing again!

But not to the bathroom, but to the door!

Is he finally leaving?

“There was a boyfriend…” he said.

“Yes, I have a boyfriend! “I’m so angry, I yelled.

“But there’s no sign of a man in your house. He is still moving away.

“He just moved in, you don’t believe me, and you wait for him to come back and beat you up!” I’m sorry.

His footsteps are getting farther and closer to the door.

Suddenly, it stopped.

“I just came in, you turned the water off, and you kept quiet for a long time.” He whispered, “As far as it is, it’s like it’s right in my ear, “You’ve been quiet for so long, you’ve been trying to figure out a cop boyfriend to scare me. I’m sorry.

“That’s smart,” he said, “I’ve been watching your house every night for two months. Do you have a boyfriend? I’m sorry.

That laughter again.

“You, are you going or not? “I used my last deterrent of paleness.

He didn’t answer me.

And then I heard some kind of plastic friction, and then the sound of a crack.

The whole bathroom and even the whole house are in darkness.

He turned off the switch.

He went to the door, not to leave, but to shut down the gate!

And I’m now naked, standing alone in a dark, closed bathroom.

Outside, there’s no idea what’s going to happen.

I didn’t even scream.

“Lu Xiaoping…”

Little Don’s voice, in the dark.

“Let’s play a game. I’m sorry.

When I fell down on the floor, I heard the sound of heavy metal friction.

It’s a drill.

Little Don has the drill.

The stinging went on for ten seconds and stopped.

“What are you doing? What are you doing?” I cried.

“Oh, I’m destroying your doorlock. He said, “Did you ever hear of Stockholm syndrome?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t know. “I’m shivering.

The bath was destroyed, the whole bathroom temperature fell, and the gas tank could not be activated without electricity and hot water.

Footsteps, again.

Footsteps. Since when?

“Stockholm syndrome means that in many cases there is a strange phenomenon, a victim of a criminal act who, under certain conditions, falls in love with the perpetrator. I’m sorry.

The footsteps, still slowly approaching.

“Sounds out of common sense, but then I read a lot of articles, and it’s not the act of “love,” but the condition of “love.” I’m sorry.

The bathroom was completely closed, and I was naked at the corner.

The walls are cold, the ground is cold, but this is the safest corner for me.

“In poor environments, women tend to be extremely helpless. At this point, whoever’s around, she’s instinctive to believe, depend, even fall in love. I’m sorry.

He smiled.

It’s laughter, all the time.

Next.

Bang, bang, bang.

That’s the sound on the bathroom doorboard.

It’s the sound of a metal impact on a fur glass.

“Lu Xiaofan, may I come in? I’m sorry.

The doorknob twists.

He pulled the door down.

Bringing a wind.

In the dark, I felt a huge figure coming in.

But, a humming.

I know, that’s the sound of him falling on the floor.

It’s soap.

And when he glorifies, and when he sells his absurd knowledge, We turn back to the corner of the wall, while the floor of the bathroom is covered with thick soap.

Eleven.

My eyes have yet to adapt to darkness, but I am well aware that it was his two hundred-pound body that struck into the earth.

He didn’t say anything.

I thought it was funny.

He must have looked like shit, and for a second he thought he was playing me between the palms, and for that second, he had to hold on to the screams to keep his face.

But I had no time to mock him.

I stood up, my feet looked at the corner of the wall, and I jumped to the door with all my might.

I’m the only one who has no soap on this tile.

I had to use this little tile to get out of this bathroom.

I held my heel against the corner of the wall and jumped in every way I could to the doorway I remember.

But before I hit the ground, the right wrist hit a slimy thing.

That’s Little Don’s palm.

He seemed to have adapted to the darkness earlier than I had, and in a single moment he grabbed my ankle.

I was all over the air and fell on the ground. The upper half was outside the door, while the lower half was dragged by him and remained inside.

The threshold of waterproofing under that door is stuck directly to my belly, and it hurts so much that I’m instinctively constricted.

It became difficult to breathe immediately.

Then he started pulling me inside the door.

The floor rubbed my skin and every inch burned.

I wanted to scream, but the abdominal pain kept me from making a sound.

I struggled, my hands beat, and suddenly I touched a soft cloth, which was my skirt.

I grabbed the horns and threw a piece of hard stuff at me.

That’s my hand.

It was disturbed and the screen was automatically lit up.

11 September, 11.20 p.m.

My lock-up is an old science-fiction movie.

She was a genetically modified woman, and in the film she had no fear.

She’s got a pistol, she’s got a little head down and she’s looking at me.

It’s like that gun will hit me on the head the next minute.

“Don, have you ever seen a bio-crisis? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Move, talk about a woman, kill. I’m staring at his ugly face, “Down, I see you. I’m sorry.

My whole person was dragged into the bathroom.

He stood up and was closing.

And I stood up, held my cell phone in my hand and hit him in the back of the head with one of the horns.

One, two, three.

The light on the cell phone screen was like a meteor in the middle of the sky, blowing it over his head.

He was strong, but slow, and I hit him a dozen times before he covered his head.

Finally, he realized that he could not fully protect his head, and then he reached out with his big hand and grabbed me directly.

My breath stopped at once, and my only vision was blurred by a lack of oxygen.

He grabbed my wrist while my strength was down, and he took my phone.

He grabbed me around my neck and pulled me to him, laughing.

He said, “Chicken, I didn’t realize you were so hot!

He said I like it, like it.

I don’t know how hot I am.

I held my hands up and held his head.

Then he put his mouth up and bit him in the face.

I’m a girl with a little power.

But it wasn’t hard to bite a piece of meat off his face.

I threw up the thumb size meat.

Then he was screaming in his face and slapped in my face.

Pressed my neck, picked up the drill and hit my temple with the handle of the drill.

“You’re my woman now. I’m sorry.

I heard Little Dom Dom.

“You’ve been my woman all your life. I’m sorry.

Wake up already the next morning.

And as soon as I opened my eyes, I found Tang in front of me.

He was naked, wearing only one pair of shorts and playing in his hand.

And I was kneeling on the ground, standing up, and my hands tied to the heating pipe.

You’re wearing a cos suit.

That’s Don’s favorite.

“Wake up? I’m sorry.

He looked at me with blood in his eyes.

I wonder how long he’s been staring at me.

I instinctively hid back, with my hands hard, trying to get out of that rope.

But the thumb of the rope was thin, iron was as hard and heated, and every time he struggled, he felt his wrist was bleeding.

Little Don looked at me and laughed.

And then you’ll show me his picture.

“Look at these. They’re better than before! “You used to resist this, but look, it was beautiful. I’m sorry.

He looked at me and seemed to seek my approval.

But I was just staring at him.

He was suffocating, “Sting, you look angry, you look beautiful. I’m sorry.

Then come over and reach out.

From my hair, my cheeks, all the way down.

And I’ve been biting on my lips.

Finally, when his hand reached the collarbone, he cried out.

The lips are broken, the blood is thick.

Little Don immediately stopped. Smile and say, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t touch you until you like me. I’m sorry.

Says he got up and got a bowl of congee out of the kitchen.

“I haven’t eaten all night. He says:

I shake my head.

So he picks up a spoon and gives me a spoon of porridge.

I wanted to spit in his face, but I didn’t dare. There’s only one way to go.

He said it’s okay.

He said you’re not getting used to it now.

“But for the rest of the day, I’m gonna be fine with you. Scorpion, you’re going to love it. I’m sorry.

“I’m the best person in the world. I’m sorry.

The last person who said that to me was my dad.

Every time he was drunk, he had to hit someone, and he kicked my mom out.

My mother wanted to take me away, but he said if I followed my mother, he would haunt her forever and make her die.

He wants me to drive Mom away, or I’ll shave her face.

So my mom kneeled before me when she cried. I said, “Fuck off.”

My mom hasn’t been to me since.

Later, after my father learned that I went to a university outside the country, he tore up my admissions, with a belt and left dozens of bruises on my body.

He said he was the best man in the world for me.

And the only one who loves me.

I’ll always remember that night. Because every time you change a cos suit, those scars are very expensive.

After that, Don was tied up.

Next to me, put a tweak on it and use it to untie it.

I’ve been crouching on the ground, but I’m up straight.

This position is difficult, but only then can my wrist remain at the same height as the rope.

If you stand up or sit on the floor, my hands will hurt.

About four or five hours later, my whole hand changed from pale to blue. I can’t feel my knees, and the whole back is sore because of the long period of rigidity.

It’s already dawning.

I heard him rise from my house and wash his teeth.

He then put all his laundry material on a stool and moved it to me.

He started washing my face, rubbing his body, rubbing my hands.

“Is that your move, Don? You take care of me while you hold me captive? I asked.

He nodded, still that sentence.

“I’m the best person in the world for you. I’m sorry.

He put his toothbrush in my mouth and brushed my teeth for me.

That morning, my teeth were bleeding.

This kind of “care” has been going on for three days.

He wipes me once a day, washes me in the morning and at night, and makes three meals a day.

He’ll dump it at any time and wash it clean and give it back to me again.

He goes out every day between 2:00 and 3:00 p.m. to buy essentials.

At this time, I tried many ways to escape.

On the first day, I tried to keep knocking on the heating pipe, and then I put my mouth on it and called out for help, called for floor positions, tried to withstand all the pain to tear down the heating pipe and bit the rope with my teeth.

But all these attempts failed.

And little Don’s careful. The first thing he came back was to check the rope and immediately find my teeth.

“Why is that?”

He seems angry.

“Sam, why are you doing this? I’m sorry.

After that, he covered my mouth with a pharmacist towel.

And when he woke up, he put a new rope on me.

The difference is, this time I was tied back to the pipe.

Hands behind your back, never relax.

He’s tied tight.

My shoulders will always be reversed backwards.

It hurts all the time.

I couldn’t bear to cry and beg him not to do so, so that I could even ask for sleep.

He ignored me and turned on the sound of the house to the maximum, hiding in another room.

An hour later, he finally took off.

Come and tell me, “If you behaved well after that, I’ll let you go back to the way you were tied, and if you behaved better and didn’t run away, I could even untie you. I’m sorry.

I’m ashamed to say that when he said that, I was really moved.

But I did.

Until the third day, he walked out the door to buy food.

I’m starting to hurt my stomach so hard.

Soon, my month came.

It’s very smelly.

For a few minutes, the underpants became so damp that it was hard.

I’d like to change one, or just take it off, or just crouch down, cover my stomach, and hold on to this sting.

But I can’t do that.

The back-cut wrists are stinging, and that pain tells me, “You can’t do anything without Don, you’re a loser. I’m sorry.

Think of it, I cried.

After being tied up here, you cried the most.

No sobbing.

Tears and snots flow down, all of them in the towels with their mouths sealed.

It tickles my face, but I can’t wipe it.

It’s annoying. Why are you doing this? I’d like to have someone wipe my face!

It’s the first time I’ve ever tried to get Little Don back.

But I soon realized that it was dangerous and absurd.

I should have expected the police to save me and arrest Don.

But the police won’t come.

Only Dom will come!

And that’s when the key rings.

I want to call for help.

Wants to shout for help.

Even, want to call, little Don’s name.

“Why do you do this?”

The first time I met the QQC master, she asked me that.

“Profit, raise yourself. I’m sorry.

She looked at me and looked down on her skirt.

I consciously pulled my horn down because the bottom was a scar.

She saw my move and laughed.

She said, “In this city, to avoid being bullied, you have to protect yourself. I’m sorry.

“Protect yourself,” she looked me in the eye and said, “Protect yourself, too. I’m sorry.

“And, relying on others is dangerous. I’m sorry.

I asked her, “Why are you telling me this? I’m sorry.

She said, “You escaped from home? I’m sorry.

“How do you know? I’m sorry.

She looked at my skirt, “We’re probably the same person. I’m sorry.

Little Don changed my clothes.

I cried and he finally pulled the towel out of my mouth and untie the rope.

I jumped in his arms.

His hands were tied and he tried to open and hold me.

I cried and said, “How did you get back? How did you get back? I’m sorry.

He held me and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry.

Stockholm syndrome.

That’s true.

I really started to want to depend on him.

But he ignored one thing.

A long time ago, I had the same feelings for my dad.

The more violent they are, the more dependent they are.

I thought I was crazy.

Just can’t help it.

Until, on the inside of my thigh, I cut dozens of fine mouths with little knives.

Every day, without interruption, I repeat myself with my magic.

“He left this, he left this, he left this, he left this…”

Yeah, my dad didn’t do anything to me.

His abuse, staying in, starving me, washing me cold water, locking me in my locker all day.

But at other times, the warmth that he occasionally shows up makes me fascinated.

And I cannot escape this enchantment, but in this way I have made him a devil.

So ah.

Stockholm Disease, I’ve had it before.

I’m already a patient.

But I’ve already won.

In the patient’s way.

Now, don’t try that again. It’s impossible.

He followed me to the shower.

He’s still standing at the door.

I scared him to say I’m sorry. Can you go out?

He agreed, went out, closed the door and remained at the door.

I said, Don, I’m hungry.

He nodded and started to go to the kitchen.

After listening to his footsteps, I found an empty tile on the wall.

It’s not like I’m going to break it with my elbow.

A small and sharp piece was taken out of his mouth and the rest was thrown into the toilet.

This is my last resistance.

The hands were tied for three days, and now even towed clothes are shaking, and the muscles of the shoulder cheekbone are sore that they can’t even lift their hands to the head of the lichen.

The legs, as they remained in the corner, became unextended. I couldn’t stand up without Little Don.

I’m only one foot and six feet tall, 90 pounds.

This body, this state, I know I can’t escape.

The only way.

It’s hard work.

I shut the lilies down and called Little Don in.

I opened the door.

The body shivering because of the sudden cold.

I know, like this, he must love it.

He walked into me and held me straight.

He said, “You like me now, don’t you? I’m sorry.

I nod my head and my chin on his shoulder.

Hands just hold his back.

His voice began to tremble, “You finally liked me. I’m sorry.

I’m nodding again.

Let his shoulder feel my admission.

I can’t talk.

Because behind his invisible back, I just took out the piece of my mouth, the sharp piece of tile.

“I finally like you. I’m sorry.

Finish that sentence.

The china, scratched on his neck.

I do not know if I should do this.

I know, it’s a killing move.

I thought about the consequences.

But what can I do? He held me captive, locked me in the house for three days!

For three days, I had not slept for a minute, because I had been crouching, humiliated and afraid.

Several times, I’ve been hallucinating.

In my hallucination, I broke out of the rope, stabbed him with a knife and stabbed him in countless holes.

So now I have a chance. What can I do?

Yeah, scratch his neck, I could be a murderer.

But no more killers…

Or even a little hesitation.

I could have been killed and become a dead woman.

If so, I choose to be a murderer.

Blood, spilling a whole wall.

But that’s not Dom’s blood.

It’s mine.

Turns out it’s hard to cut someone’s neck.

That piece of debris I couldn’t hold.

After creating a very shallow wound on his neck, he took off.

After that, Little Don was really angry.

The first punch I waved out of my nose.

Suddenly, I remember some of the theories I looked into about domestic violence years ago.

It says that many people are dependent on others in a state of claustrophobia.

Others, however, release violence.

“Why?”

And he cried, and he cried.

Draging my hair, immersing my head in the toilet, throwing me on the floor, kicking me with my feet.

A few times, I kicked the diaphragm under my lungs and I couldn’t breathe.

I’ve got blood on my forehead, and soon I’ll get all my eyes.

It’s all smelly.

He screamed.

Outstretched.

Suddenly, he stopped and asked me, “Why are you laughing? I’m sorry.

I’m laughing.

Because I thought of something, something interesting.

“You can’t?”

“I read some books about domestic violence before. I’m sorry.

“It says that there are people who can’t do it down there so they want to control women, even beat women, find pleasure. I’m sorry.

“Donny, you can’t go down there, can you?”

He put me on my knees, pulled my hair up and stretched my neck to the limit.

Use that piece to cover my neck.

I can feel him shaking through the blade of that piece.

Maybe in fear.

Maybe it’s suppressing its anger.

I said, “Come on. I’m sorry.

“Come on, Don.

I thought, whatever.

Let’s get this over with.

I did what I wanted to do.

I killed him, or irritated him and met my own ending in advance.

My end came, and I was looking forward to it from the first day of my imprisonment.

Hurry up.

Don’t let me get down there.

Don’t make me the pet you feed.

“I won’t see you. You’re not qualified. I was staring at him.

“Come on, ugly. Kill me? I’m sorry.

“No? You’re fucking weak. I’m sorry.

He bit his teeth.

I can even hear frictions between teeth.

I laughed.

“You can’t kill me, you can’t. Dom, you’re alive. What’s so funny? I’m sorry.

He was so angry, he cried so loud, he raised his bladed hand up.

That’s when the knocks, the sound.

Boom, boom, boom.

“Lu Xiaofan, are you there?”

That’s the best woman I’ve ever heard.

is QQQ Master.

Three days ago, she reminded me to move and said she could drive for me.

She said I’ll help you move if you can trust me.

I can believe it.

Because of this city, no one but her can believe it.

Right, we’re meeting today.

That knocked for half a day.

Quiet down.

But soon, it turned into a bigger knock.

“Who is that outside?”

Little Don whispered to me and I laughed at him and didn’t answer.

“Whoever comes in will die. I’m sorry.

After he said, don’t cover my mouth.

I don’t believe he did kill people, but I dare not risk the masters, so I can only listen to that knock for half a minute.

“Lu Xiaofan!”

“A girl can’t save you. I’m sorry.

I said, “How do you know? I’m sorry.

When I say that, it’s got a lot of base.

Because the masters seem to be so stubborn that they always knock.

Who the hell is this? Say it!

“Landlord, I owe you a lot of money. You better open the door. She knows I still live here. I’m sorry.

Little Don’s tired, suffocated, shoved a towel into my mouth and tied my hands and feet with rope.

That’s when you get up, walk to the door, open the door.

When I saw him go out, his right hand was always behind my back, holding the piece of tiles.

“Knock on what!”

“Where’s Lu?

“Who are you?”

“…”

Who are you?

“Who cares who I am?”

“Not here. I’m sorry.

“When will you be back?”

“Don’t know. I’m sorry.

“So she still lives with it. I’m sorry.

Little Don’s stinging.

“Why didn’t she return the message and not answer the phone? “Who the hell are you? Why are you at Lu’s house?”

“You’re annoying. I’m sorry.

The sound of the axle turns and stops at once. Looks like Don’s closing the door and getting caught up in the crowd.

The master said, “Big man, you’re Little Don, right?”

I’m afraid to speak because I’m afraid of the tile fragments in Little Don’s hand.

I’m afraid he’ll drag the lords into the house.

But the first scream I heard was from Little Don.

The masters came in and saw me in the bathroom.

She’s tall and skinny.

There’s a coyotes spray in your hand.

Don’t be a fool.

I didn’t wait for the masters to untie me. Little Don’s got his eyes on him.

He grabbed the master’s hair.

The main man returns and wants to spray again.

But Little Don raised his hand and covered the nozzle.

Liquid fire spread between the two.

Little Tang red eyes, like the beast.

Then he dragged his master’s garments, and threw him in the open.

The crowd masters screamed and fell on the ground.

“I told you about Lu Xuan, she came in and died. I’m sorry.

At the end of the sentence, he went up, and with that piece of tiles he stabbed the master in the thigh.

But the masters did their best to push Tong away.

I’m not hurt.

We looked at each other in that instant.

Instead of coming in to save me, she locked the bathroom door and then closed it from the outside.

So she locked herself in the shower with Don.

I’m inside.

Untie the rope! She shouted.

She’s on the back of the door.

She’s blocking me with her body.

And lo! it was a shock.

It’s Little Don’s fist.

Untie the rope and fight him! I’m sorry.

“In this city, you have to protect yourself from being bullied. I’m sorry.

“Protect yourself. Protect yourself. I’m sorry.

“And, relying on others is dangerous. I’m sorry.

The sound of violent and strangling sounds.

That was the drill that Tong left in the bathroom.

Yeah, it’s the only thing I can untie.

I picked up the drill with my hands tied and pointed to the rope on my feet.

The drill lit a cigarette on the rope because I was too hard and the ankle was cut open.

But the ropes are thin and tenuous, and there are lots and lots of circles. One cut, and many roots left.

The sound of impact on the door continued, with the curse of Little Don.

But the masters have stopped talking.

“Hold on! I’m sorry.

I yelled, keep drilling.

Suddenly, with a violent impact, the furry glass broke.

The masters fell from the cracks of the glass, and they were all over their faces and bruises.

She was lying between the cracks, looking at me.

Beautiful eyes, just red blood.

“We’re probably the same people, Lu Xin. I’m sorry.

“Same people?”

“Well, there’s only one person on his own. I’m sorry.

Suddenly, her short hair was caught and pulled out of the crack.

Bitch!

The voice of Dom, “I’m letting you today…”

His words were not finished.

Because I’ve got a drill with my hands, and I’ve stabbed him out of the crack, and I’ve drilled into his fat shoulder.

So that’s how it feels when a drill gets into a human skin.

It’s more comfortable than a piece of tiles.

It was the first time Don was afraid of me.

I pull out the drill and kick the door.

The long drill, with flesh and blood, is moving at high speed, making the sound of snakes.

And Don, for a moment, started running back.

He ran to the door, like a pig to slaughter.

My whole body is still sour, I can’t catch him.

But the door blocked his way out.

That was his new door lock, which was of poor quality, and his hands were shaking and it took about two or three seconds to open the door.

And I’ve been with him, only one step away.

I flew up, I couldn’t get to his horn.

But when I fell on the ground, I grabbed his ankle.

Just like when he grabbed my ankle three days ago.

Drilling, piercing his calf.

He was screaming, rolling on the floor.

I know he can’t leave.

So stand up.

I remember that movie called Bio-Crisis.

The heroine took a pistol and killed countless monsters many times bigger than herself.

“Don, let’s play a game. I said:

“This stairwell, if you can get out of here standing up, I’ll let you go. I’m sorry.

“If you can’t do it…”

“will die. I’m sorry.

He keeps rolling.

From one stairwell to another.

It’s an old building, stairwell.

As he fell, he continued to collide between the walls and the arm, covered in blood.

But he’s still slow.

Slow, I’m impatient.

No matter how slow I slow down, he can’t escape me.

He fell on three or four floors and started crying, begging, blood and tears mixed and disgusting.

11 floors of stairs.

There’s eight floors, he’s shaking his tail and begging.

It’s not like it’s cool the other day.

I said Don, run.

Don’t let me look down on the last part of life.

Finally, he’s on the first floor.

He was struggling to climb up, limping and thinking about the door.

The doorway, bright, nice.

But the light was overshadowed by his fat, twisted back.

That’s what I yearned for for for three days.

Why would he do that?

Why should he have it?

Why?

I no longer tolerate two steps to follow.

Put the drill in his other leg.

The mains called the police.

Ten minutes later, the police took me to the hospital, the crowd masters and Dom.

Me and the gang masters were not seriously injured, and they started the day.

And Little Don’s going to have surgery.

The police and I said that the injury would be in a wheelchair.

I said good.

The cop stopped looking at me. Say watch your mouth.

I asked how to be careful.

“Isn’t it right to say that he was too young to be disabled? I’m sorry.

“The man who broke his leg must die. I’m sorry.

The cop stopped talking to me, and he didn’t put me and the crowd in danger.

All the evidence points to our self-defence. There is no excesses.

The last round of notes was the next day, when the police officer and I verified the last evidence and asked me if I wanted to hear the story of Dom.

I hesitated. It doesn’t matter.

He nodded and said, “Remember, little girl, you did everything right.

“All that you have suffered, including your former family, and the present case, should not be suffered, it is the sin of that man. I’m sorry.

“You’re brave and you’re great. I’m sorry.

“But I hope you don’t disappoint everyone in the world. I’m sorry.

When he said that, I was calm.

‘Cause he’s talking good crap.

Why don’t you let me down after all this?

“You were so handsome that day when you ran out. I’m sorry.

The owner and I sat in the cafe again.

Only this time, she had no make-up, nostrils on her nose, eyebrows and bruises on her mouth.

But, pretty.

“Why save me?” I asked her.

“You’re beautiful, after all I bought your picture. She smiled and said, “I won’t save him if I know how hard he is.” I’m sorry.

“He opened the door, you found something wrong, you should have called the police. I said:

“Yeah, hurry up. “But if she doesn’t break in, she can’t see you beating him.” I’m sorry.

We were silent for a while.

“Dom will be in jail for years?” she asked.

“I don’t know, no question. I’m sorry.

“Well,” she nods, “So, you don’t need me to move? I’m sorry.

“I’m tired of moving. I want to take a few days off. I’m sorry.

“And after a few days, did you move? I’m sorry.

I looked at her and suddenly found a red on her face.

I said, “I haven’t looked for a house. I’m sorry.

“I’ve got a room at my place. Didn’t we talk before? I’m sorry.

I’m having fun.

Because before that, the troupe masters had been cold and rarely said so much.

“Do you live there?”

“Well, I’m pretty there. She nodded her head, reached out with her white hand, touched my head, and said, “Come and stay, it won’t disappoint you.” I’m sorry.

What are you going to do when you get sick? – Answer by Liu Xiaoxie.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.