Love the good night from now on

When I woke up, I was tied behind my hands to a chair, with black cloth strips in front of my eyes, and my mouth was taped.

It didn't take me a second to realize that I had been kidnapped.

And the person who kidnapped me was the man who attacked me in the park.

Although this is the first time I have encountered such a situation, it is useless to shout and struggle.

It took me a few minutes to adjust my mind and make myself less concerned with the darkness.

Instead, after thinking about it a lot and my parents, I really calmed down a lot.

I simply closed my eyes and groped around with my fingers driven by the sporadic light sensed by my eyelids, but unfortunately I found nothing.

If you can't see your environment, you can't save yourself.

So I leaned my head against the back of the chair.

Luckily I’ve been eating less lately and losing weight, and the gap between my body and the back of the chair is enough for me to curl up and slide down.

Soon, I use the back of the seat to tear the strips off my eyes.

His eyesight recovered, and the scene in front of him jumped out.

I've only seen piles of dead rats on TV.

Mottled gray walls.

Distressed floors with water seepage.

Dilapidated cabin full of mold.

And now I'm in it.

The windows were sealed with wood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside.

There was a pungent smell of rotting wood rotting in the air.

I don't know where this is, nor what they want to do.

The fear of the unknown is eroding my consciousness, and I keep telling myself, don't be afraid.

Now that vision has been restored, there must be a chance to escape.

The first thing to do is to untie the rope on your hand.

Just as I was concentrating on searching the surroundings for anything usable, there was a sound similar to a motorcycle outside the small broken house.

I held my breath and stared in the direction of the door.

The most frightening moment is not when you are restrained and motionless.

It's when there are unfamiliar footsteps gradually approaching, but you haven't figured out how to deal with it yet.

I think my body is shaking, and my eyes are so hard that they start to sore.

"Zi La"...

The old iron door was pulled open, and there was a harsh noise from the rusty louver.

Someone tugged on an old-fashioned light bulb on the wall, and the room lit up.

"It's quite capable, you can see it..."

It turned out to be the man in the black thin jacket.

It's just that he didn't wear a hat and mask this time, so I could clearly recognize his facial features.

He has a short cropped hair, slender eyes, a scar at the corner of the eye, and a piece of earlobe missing. He is about 21 years old.

"Now that you've seen what I look like, it seems that I can only tear up my ticket." He spat, and the Martin boots on his feet made a sawing sound as they stepped on the rotten and damaged wooden floor.

I'm scared, but I can't show it.

So I took a deep breath and asked, "Who sent you here?"

The man smiled uncontrollably: "You killed Qian Sisi, I'm just seeking justice for thousands of netizens."

I calmly said, "If the Internet trolls were as courageous as you, the people who were bullied by the Internet would have died long ago. After all, I will give you twice as much as he gave you."

The man looked at me for a moment, then pulled a broken chair and sat down facing me: "You are quite kind, aren't you afraid?"

"Is it useful to be afraid?" I looked at him calmly: "It's not surprising to know my mobile phone number, but you also know the new company I just joined for two weeks. What."

Maybe it was my composure that made this desperado feel frustrated. He suddenly drew out a knife and approached me step by step.

"What I hate the most are smart people. You are too smart and you may lose your life."

He smiled conceitedly, and then stepped on my knee: "If you beg me crying, I think you can suffer less..."

As he said that, he raised his hand and slapped me.

"I'm telling you, I'm here to punish you, whether you believe it or not..."

After finishing speaking, his foot crushed hard on my knee, and I cried out in pain, but he laughed: "That's right! Call out if you're afraid, or beg me, maybe I'm in a good mood , take pity on you..."

As he said that, he used a sharp knife to open the collar of my shirt, and I held back my fear and straightened my neck.

"I'm not afraid of you at all." Enduring the pain, I uttered a few words between my teeth: "The person who hired you won't let you touch me."

My determined provocation was rewarded with another slap.

Half of my face was in hot pain, and blood oozed from the corner of my lips.

The man stared, approached me viciously, and pressed hard against my neck: "Say one more word, and I'll kill you!"

After that, he smiled coldly again: "Rape first and then kill!"

At this moment, the man's cell phone rang suddenly, his face froze suddenly, his foot was removed from my knee, and he kicked over the chair beside me very annoyed.

He walked to the corner and answered the phone silently, then turned around darkly, and looked at me bitterly: "It's your fate!"

After all, he came over to check the ropes on my hands and feet, and left the hut again.

After he left, I gasped wildly.

Every inch of skin and flesh that was tensed finally felt pain.

I lowered my eyes and saw that the black skirt that originally covered my legs was torn at the knees, revealing the bruised skin faintly, and every inch of the tendons seemed to have been broken.

The outlaw seemed bloodthirsty.

I can't match wits with him again and again.

I must escape here in the shortest possible time.

So I started to use my body to drive the chair under me to move little by little.

I saw a piece of shattered glass on the windowsill not far away, and that thing could saw off the rope on my wrist.

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Growing up, my parents never touched me.

Only once, and I can't remember the reason, my dad slapped my back until it swelled up.

Since then, they have never used stick education again.

So I am very sensitive to pain.

When I was in junior high school, I would symbolically participate in the sports meeting every semester.

In the second year of junior high school, I didn’t know what kind of wind was blowing and ran 800 meters. In the next two laps, my legs were weak and I stumbled, and my calf was hit by the track with blood marks.

I sat by the runway and cried all afternoon.

Also that afternoon, I received several love letters.

It's about my cuteness, which is very abrupt and special in front of the triathlon athletes.

In short, the aesthetics when I was a child was always a little weird.

But now, I can't cry like that.

The charming cowardice and incompetence will only make people lose all courage in dangerous situations.

Regardless of whether someone bought murder to kidnap, it was really an outrageous act by cyber mobs.

Either way, I can't afford the slightest bit of damage.

I have to come home alive.