C1 Cunzi

The cold wind blew against the plastic, and the man slowly approached the woman. His slender fingers landed on the woman's bare ankles. A cold and strange voice sounded, "How can a foot that can jump out of such a beautiful dance be so ugly?"

"Who are you, you, what do you want to do, please let me go! I... "The woman trembled, her eyes full of fear.

Her hands were tightly bound, and her entire person was suspended high in the air. There was nowhere to escape, and she could only continuously bow her body backwards, trying to stay away from this terrifying man in front of her.

That person stood against the light, and her expression could not be seen clearly. Even though she was in a messy abandoned factory, she had an elegant demeanor. It was as if he was not holding a woman's ankle in his hand, but a crystal cup filled with red wine. His entire person was as exquisite and proper as the handmade suit he was wearing. However, the shadow he reflected on the wall was clearly as malevolent as a floating devil.

This contrast made the woman even more afraid. Those men with filthy words and rude actions wanted her body, and this man in front of her, she had a feeling that he wanted her life. He was a psychopath and a terrifying killer!

"Are you afraid? But what should I do? I have only just begun!" As he spoke, the man used his hand, which was wearing a disposable medical plastic glove, to slowly stroke the woman's leg upward, sliding down her calf and touching her knee. At this moment, the woman suddenly struggled violently and kicked the man hard. But he turned his head and easily dodged it.

No! She didn't want to die, she didn't want to die!

"Bastard, you pervert, let me go, let me go, save me, someone come..." The woman screamed in fear. She looked around, hoping that someone would suddenly appear to save her.

"Why are you so disobedient!? You hypocritical woman, you obviously have a boyfriend but you still lie to others. You are really too dirty. Don't worry, you'll be very clean in a while. " He tightly grabbed the woman's leg that was kicking around, and then took out a sharp scalpel and used it to scratch the woman's ankle.

"Drip, drip..." The man looked at the blood flowing down the woman's white ankle. A strange light flashed across his calm and clear eyes. He immediately became excited. He picked up the knife and slashed at the woman's other leg. He used some strength in that slash. He could vaguely see the white bones and tendons in the wound.

"Ah, please let me go. Let me go! Don't kill me, don't kill me! Ah, help! Help, help me! Please, please! I can do anything you want! "Let me go! Let me go! Please..." In the intense pain, the woman screamed in pain, begging in pain. She used all her strength to struggle.

However, all of this was useless. The blood flowed even faster because of her intense struggle. It was almost like a line as it sprayed out at lightning speed. Not long after, the man's feet were bright red, and the smell of blood filled the damp factory.

The man seemed to dislike the lack of blood. He slowly lowered the woman a bit, and stopped in front of the woman's eyes. He held the scalpel that was still dripping blood, lifted the hair on the woman's neck, and stabbed it with his backhand.

The woman was in a semi-coma because of excessive blood loss. At this moment, such intense pain hit her. It pulled her back from the darkness to reality. Unexpectedly, she opened her eyes. She met a face that she was very familiar with. She would never have thought that... The pervert who treated her so cruelly was actually someone she was very familiar with. It was the man who smiled and said good night to her not long ago.

"Ah, you, it's you. Why, why did you kill me? " You bastard, pervert... "

She thought that this was a nightmare, and when she woke up, she was still on her comfortable bed. It was not a dream. The bone-biting pain was constantly torturing her.

She really wanted to know why he wanted to kill her, but he had just cut off her throat. She opened her mouth wide and did not make a single sound for a long time. In the end, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the man in front of her in terror. All of her unwillingness and anger disappeared with the woman's death.

The woman's horrifying death did not affect the man. He seemed to not be able to see the pair of resentful eyes in front of him. He did not slow down and cut the woman's wrists again. Then he took out an electric saw and cut the woman's lower body together...

The woman who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll just now was now in a broken and miserable state as she hung in the air, like trash that had been randomly thrown away by its owner.

The man's movements were elegant, and without a trace of panic, he went forward to wipe the blood that splashed on the woman's face with gauze that was stained with alcohol. Then... Using a white silk ribbon, he wrapped her broken limbs in a circle and tied a bow knot at the end of the knot. She also very patiently put on a white ballet uniform for the woman. Finally, she bent the woman's arm. After placing it in the shape of a 'W', he hung the corpse up again.

After doing all this, he revealed a satisfied smile, as if there was a perfect piece of art in front of him. Under the white and bright red lining, the smile on the man's face appeared strange and sinister: "Look, won't it be clean?"