Psychological Control

Chapter 23

This is a small abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, with a radius of one kilometer that is completely uninhabited.David dragged Jessica out of the car and dragged it into the factory, as if unloading goods, or pulling a pig into a slaughterhouse.

I wanted to ask David to keep the boy Tommy in the car, but before I could open my mouth, he ordered me to take the boy to the warehouse.

Oh, unlucky boy.Maybe he was going to be like Brian, seeing his mother killed with his own eyes.He should be thankful that I finally made the decision.

Yes, let an innocent woman die in front of me for the sake of safety.This is beyond my bottom line.Although that woman was mean and unlovable.I hugged the child and smiled slightly.Brian also seemed to be telling me he was relieved.

Put Tommy in a far corner, a few meters away from the workbench where David is determined to work, which is as far away as possible.Jessica, who was in shock due to suffocation, was thrown on the ground next to the workbench by David. David unzipped the zipper of the tennis racket bag and took out a roll of super-large-diameter plastic wrap bought in the supermarket.

The unfolded plastic wrap is wide and big, and the reason why David chose the tennis racket bag is probably to hold it.Plastic wrap is indeed a good way to avoid leaving blood at the scene, and no matter how the victim struggles, the hair they shed, the flakes of skin, and traces of David himself will not remain at the scene.

In retrospect, it was very similar to the technique that Sheriff Harry gave to my dear brother Dexter.This may already be common knowledge.

David pointed to the plastic wrap on his hand and motioned for me to help.I walked over quickly and pulled a corner of the plastic wrap, feeling a little novel.

The unfolded plastic wrap was spread on the workbench, and David used a knife to pry open the plastic buttons that bound Jessica's hands.Jessica, who was tossed back and forth, was about to wake up.

David pulled out a pair of drugstore surgical gloves, threw them at me, and put them on himself.I was then asked to help him put the woman up.He started to take off Jessica's professional suit like a Barbie doll, folded it neatly, and put it next to his tennis bag.

It's disgusting to be pinned by a naked woman, so I couldn't wait to put Jessica down on the work surface wrapped in plastic wrap after he was done.Jessica's hands were fastened together again by the rubber buckle, and the rubber buckle was also connected to the other end, and fixed to the edge of the workbench.

Finally, the woman woke up.She dazedly noticed the figure of David standing by the workbench, and let out a sharp scream.The harsh sound made me take a few steps back to stay away from the source of the noise.Then I heard behind me where Tommy was, letting out a shaky breathing.

y woke up, he was pretending to sleep.I know, but I'm not going to expose him.It's better to keep your eyes closed the whole time than to watch the process of people being knives and me being fish.Dexter had Brian help him cover his eyes, but Brian could only watch...

So...how could he be blamed?People blamed him for the lack of innocence in his eyes, forcibly separating him from his brother, so that Brian, who had only lost one relative, was forced to lose another.Little Brian, who lost the only remaining support in his heart, was locked up in a terrible and gloomy mental hospital alone.

"Hmm..." A double image appeared in front of my eyes, and the severe neuralgia in my head made me uncontrollably make a sound.

Brian's memory and mine kept overlapping, and the scene that appeared in my mind, coupled with Jessica's extremely sharp scream, made me feel as if my head was about to burst.

"Ah... giggle..."

Jessica's scream was cut off suddenly, and I put down my hands covering my ears and looked over.With a crazy smile on David's face, he put his hand on Jessica's neck in enjoyment.

The woman with her hands bound was like a tuna, struggling and flopping on the workbench.David watched Jessica's expression, then he glanced up at me, beckoning me to come to him.

"Cut off this woman's finger wearing the ring, quick!" David said in a hurry, with a crazy smile in his voice. "I've never tried cutting off a person's fingers while they were alive!!"

With trembling hands next to my thighs, I walked to his side, squatted down and picked up the knife he put in the tennis racket bag.

.........

Then, I could clearly see David's gaze staring deeply at me like a man. Jessica's body twitched in pain, and then she rolled her eyes and fainted again.

I watched David lean down and rub the tip of his nose under Jessica's, testing her for breath.That posture is like a jackal that has preyed on success.At this time, the child's breathing sound was gone, perhaps because he was frightened.

"Take off your gloves." David threw the finger into the tennis bag, raised the ring to his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick off the blood on it.

I seemed to have a vague premonition of what he was going to do, and I placed the knife in my hand on the workbench seemingly casually, within my reach.Then I took off the left glove.

"No, the right hand," David corrected.Yes, the hand that women wear rings is different from that of men, it is the right hand.

I obediently let him hold my hand, maybe he felt the cold feeling in the palm of my hand.He sneered, and forcefully put the ring, which didn't really fit my size, onto the ring finger of my right hand.

"Now take off your clothes and put on this skirt." David picked up the clothes he had just taken off from the woman.

I wouldn't have been embarrassed to take off my clothes in front of David because of my past experience with David in the dance company.But this time David's gaze was really unbearable.

I put on this sexy and coquettish OL outfit for women, and at David's request, I even put on the stockings, and then I walked towards him with high heels, and there was a clicking sound Next, pretending to be inadvertent, he took the folding knife that had been put aside casually in his hand again.

"Come on, stand in front of me. Let me watch you!" While speaking, David took out his fishing line and skillfully wrapped it around Jessica's neck twice, firmly.

I was standing on his left hand side, so close, so close that I could kill him when he was defenseless!But I'm not going to do that, I'm just going to stop him.I don't want to be a monster like him.

"Okay, Mike." I whispered.

Then David's hands began to move sideways, and the fishing line around Jessica's neck became tighter and tighter.

I watched her stare at me and David with wide eyes, a gurgling sound in her throat, and the fishing line was cut at the neck of her neck and sank into the flesh.She struggled desperately, kicking her legs out of thin air.

"Hahahahahaha, look! Brian, look! How beautiful! It's better to be a quiet woman... just like you fell asleep... ahhh!!!"

When David lost his vigilance because he was too involved, I raised my legs and used the high heels on my feet to crush his key parts viciously.There is nothing worse than a man's life being kicked.

He eagerly wanted to back away and curl up into a ball, but the fishing line wrapped around his hand restricted his movement.In order not to cause Jessica to be strangled to death in his struggle.I snapped the line twice with the sharp knife, and David flew out.

I walked up to him and kicked him to the jaw.

Jessica's shoes were too small and flew out with my movements.David also spat blood from his mouth.I was afraid that he would recover again, so I crushed his hand hard with the only remaining shoe.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I hurriedly threw off the only remaining shoes on my feet, and rushed to his tennis racket bag with bare feet in embarrassment, and found two rubber buckles.I didn't even care that my bare feet were cut and bleeding from the shards of glass on the ground.Only by completely restricting his actions can I feel at ease.

In the end, I used all my strength to bind the hands of the unconscious David.

"Bah!!!!!!" With a loud bang, the big rusty iron gate of the factory was kicked open.

"Don't move!! fbi!" "Stand up and raise your hands!"

The police, who were always one step late, finally arrived. They held their guns in both hands, and looked around nervously.Then his eyes fell on me.

"The prisoner has been subdued...that's Bryan Moss, the victim..." I heard them whispering.

"Oh...he cried! What a poor child, he is just too strong. He also saved two people!" A person's sympathetic words reached my ears through the dull and cold air in the factory.

The knife I had been holding tightly in my hand fell to the ground with a "clang".I slowly raised my hands, and then pressed one hand on my cheek.

I finally found out... that I had burst into tears.

But I knew that those were not tears of fear and fear. Although I was flustered from the beginning to the end, my thinking was so clear.I knew I made the most effective move and saved two lives.

The reason for my tears is because I finally know that I still have compassion.The most obvious characteristic of sociopaths is lack of empathy... Does that mean that Brian's influence on me has gradually weakened?

Maybe one day, I can really completely downplay Brian's bloodthirsty desires, and let my heart truly calm down.