cry of a butterfly

Swallowed into the darkness like a fish belly, a match was struck.

Through the faint flickering firelight, the black boy saw a pair of male hands.The slender fingers are almost exaggerated, with slender and distinct joints, which are extremely beautiful.

Although the corpse of the dog next to him exudes a disgusting bloody smell, the room is still filled with a strange fragrance, which is extracted from some rare herbs and blended with ancient sandalwood and musk. Once you smell it, you will never forget it.

The man sitting elegantly in the darkness raised his hand and lit a cigar, the slowly spreading light revealed one or two locks of light brown hair, and then a beautifully contoured chin—just as the whole face was about to When exposed to the fire, the match went out in time.

The room returned to darkness again, only the light spot of a cigar ignited occasionally flickered and danced.

"Let me out, please!" The black boy, naked and wounded, rolled and crawled towards the red spot of light, crying and shouting, "Sir, please! Let me out!"

Just when he thought he could get in touch with that man, he was slammed to the ground again——

There is a barbed wire fence between them.

What happened in the past half month was unbelievable to this black boy named "Jerome".While wandering the streets all day long, he first met a sneaky man in a big felt hat.Although the brim of the hat was deliberately lowered to cover half of the guy's face, the boy still felt that the person in front of him seemed to be the wanted criminal who often appeared on TV.The man in the big felt hat paid him a lot of money to kidnap a girl who looked a little sick.

The girl in the photo was fairly handsome, but she was too thin, which didn't fit the aesthetics of a 17-year-old black boy.But the money seemed too tempting, so Jerome, who was used to petty theft, gathered two partners and did as the strange guy said.

This matter was quite evil, but it turned out to be unstoppable and evolved in the most evil direction.

A man with a mask over his face shows up at the hut where the girl was kidnapped.Although the person who came did not make a sound, judging by his thin and short stature, he should be a boy of the same age.A group of familiar and majestic superheroes were printed on the mask the boy used to cover his face, and the shy behavior made the group of black boys couldn't help laughing.But they soon stopped laughing as the seemingly small and cowardly boy suddenly went berserk and brutalized the bound girl.

He tortured her, beat her, and even drove a lighted stick into her genitals.

The girl's face was covered with tears and blood, and she could not scream because of the rags stuffed in her mouth.Her thin and soft body was covered with cuts and bruises, and the severe burns on her genitals made her faint and wake up again and again in heart-piercing pain.The other two black boys, who really couldn't bear to witness such a tragic scene, left first, and only Jerome stayed behind, and under the instigation of the boy's crazy behavior, he also violated the poor prey who was already dying.

In the next few days, Jerome was haunted by nightmares every night, and the sky-filling ashes wove a big net, and the painful and terrifying shadow followed suit, lingering.Using that money to go to the dream paradise of every man in this city, the "Roman Imperial Palace", to relieve this pain, and as expected, I met a very beautiful woman.With a flirtatious and sexy face, and a hot and mature body dancing close to him, the black boy who had never been favored by a girl was flattered by the initiative of a beauty, and secretly called himself "good luck"!

However, after a night of ecstatic, unilaterally guided sex, he woke up to find himself locked in a room with no visible light.

Naked, shouting is useless, the only object within reach is a sharp knife.

The darkness around him was like an endless night, and he suddenly realized that he was about to be slaughtered, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web.

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"What smells on you?"

A man's voice came from where the light spot was, calm as a pool of stagnant water, without cadence or emotion.Although the other party seemed to be sitting in the dark and observing him silently for a long time, this was the first time that the black boy Jerome heard this man speak—the slightly deep voice was as charming and lazy as a troubadour, It's also gratuitously intimidating and chilling.

"Yeah, I'm sorry... I pooped..."

"Wow," the man laughed, "that's not very polite."

"Please, sir!" Jerome cried and begged for mercy again, and slapped the barbed wire with both hands to make an astonishing noise, "Let me out! Let me out!"

Suddenly there was a melodious violin sound in the room.Ironically, the bright splendor of this piece of music seems to be incompatible with the boy's current situation, which is Vivaldi's "Spring".

The boy groped back to the spot again, firmly holding the knife with the bloody handle in his hand.The sudden sound of the music almost broke the boy's nerves, and he was terrified and trembling—the imprisoned for an unknown period of time had allowed him to figure out a pattern and then produce a conditioned reflex. This loop of "Spring" will start at A piercing noise burst out at a certain moment, heralding the coming attack of cruel and severe winter like severe winter.

He will be bitten by several vicious dogs.

Only by fighting to the death can we survive.

Seeing urine slipping from between the boy's trembling buttocks, the man who could see in the dark smiled and asked, "Do you know why you are here?"

Of course Jerome immediately remembered the fact that he had brutally raped a girl, but he still sneered, "No... I don't know..."

"You can recall slowly," the pale, almost reflective fingers moved the cigar to his lips, and the man gently exhaled a puff of fragrant smoke, "We all have time."

"No, no! I remember! Please forgive me, sir! I was just in love with money, and a man gave me a sum of money to kidnap that girl... I am responsible for the harm she suffered , but those injuries were not caused by me, but another cruel guy!" The boy paused, and then cried out, "Damn it! I can't identify his face, and I can't say his name... we Never met, and he covered his face..."

The man frowned slightly, then asked again, "Do you want to leave here?"

"Yes! Sir, yes! I have a father, a mother, and a newborn little sister!" The black boy shed tears every time he said a word, and he expressed his inner repentance by beating his chest and crying, and prayed Forgiveness from the other party, "My father has a bad temper, drinks heavily all the year round, and always beats me when my mother is not prepared. And my mother keeps giving birth like a sow, projecting more love on younger siblings, and has no time at all. Take care of me..."

After talking a lot, the boy tried to justify his ignorance: he came from a disease-ridden and overpopulated Africa, and the rudeness and negligence of his parents prevented him from receiving a good education.He told the other party that he was abused as a child and discriminated against when he was growing up. Doing evil is a catharsis of emotions that he has no choice but cannot control himself, and it is by no means natural.

"It's possible." The man listened patiently to the other party's excuses and excuses. "Emotional development in childhood will subtly become psychological clues to committing crimes in adulthood. People with unfortunate childhoods are indeed more likely to become criminals than others."

"Sir, but my nature is not bad!" Unexpectedly, there was a hint of pity in the voice without ups and downs, and Jerome narrated his misfortunes like holding on to a straw, and of course there were none. with exaggeration.

"Bullshit!" But this time the man interrupted him unceremoniously, "It's just a psychological cliche. I used to believe it until I met such a person," the weird and charming voice was full of moisture at this moment , as if emotional, "Your encounter is insignificant compared to his, but he is more beautiful than the sun, the sea of ​​flowers... or to put it bluntly, he is more beautiful than all the things in this world that can attract people to fall in love."

"As long as you let me out, I am willing to surrender to the police! I am willing to accept legal sanctions..."

"Unfortunately, it's not enough."

"You...do you want to kill me?" the hopeless boy cried.

"No," said the cigar in his hand with a little ash, and the white, mellow and fragrant smoke surrounded the man's seat, "I don't like murder. It's too primitive and too rough. I tend to give people A chance for self-redemption."

"I am willing to atone for my sin!" The strange fragrance lingers around me, the sound of the music is still brisk, and the terrifying abyss makes people sink into the mud. "As long as you tell me how to do it, I, I am willing to atone for my sin!"

"Use the knife in your hand to cut off one of your arms—of course, out of the consideration of the beauty of balance, I will stop the bleeding for you after cutting off the other." The man said the word "beautiful" in a calm and easy-going tone. His voice was even full of tender smiles, "Such sacrifices will be compensated, and you will get a lot of money, which is more money than most people in this world have accumulated in their hard work. Even if you lose both arms, your You can live comfortably for the rest of your life." Compo took another sip of his cigar and smiled slightly while exhaling the smoke, "The conditions are attractive enough, you might as well think about it."