White City Murder Expo

In the quiet living room, the movement of the hands of the clock can be clearly heard.

After the early morning, it is a new day, tomorrow is no different from yesterday and the day before yesterday.

After calming down, I felt very ashamed of myself just now.It's clearly going to be new material that I wake up in the middle of the night with an embarrassingly breath-taking thought.Almost irritated, I sent Butcher back to bed, planning to take a hot shower right away, but I didn't, and couldn't pull myself together.

My problem of cleanliness was cured in Afghanistan. When I returned to the United States, it took a long time for my son to remind me to wash myself well.This kind of middle-class cleanliness has never happened again until today.

I picked up two bottles of strong wine, threw myself into the sofa, stared at the crackling wall clock, and took a sip with my head raised.The body heats up instantly, including the wrinkled fingertips from the coldness of overwashing.The strong smell of alcohol washed down the smell of blood on me - or was it just clogging my nose?It doesn't matter.

A lot of people drink or abuse drugs just to get high, but I'm not.I prefer waking up with tinnitus, migraines, stomach cramps, and vomiting to the high of alcohol.I knew I was one step closer to death, just as my name was just a letter away from some deed that ordinary people would consider ominous. My gifted parents foresaw the entirety of my fate long ago.

One bottle of wine bottomed out quickly, then a second bottle.I've always had a knack for getting myself drunk.You don't have to drink it into your mouth, it can run down your chin or just splash on your clothes.There is a word that says, from the inside out...haha, what is it?

I got up from the couch and kicked the wine bottle down at my feet.With heavy and dazed steps, I turned on the light in the bathroom, and I saw that horribly haggard face in the mirror, with bloodshot eyes and dull blue irises. I stared at myself, as if looking at a helpless enemy .

When I was Butcher's age, everyone said I was a pretty kid.Getting older, there were years when the hottest chick in school liked me, even though I wore round glasses and was always clutching a big thick book or two.After marriage, no one praised me anymore, and all I could get was Mathilde's all-round humiliation every day.Now that I am 42 years old and have no capital to speak of, I suddenly feel that it is incredible that Petra can see me.Maybe, as I heard in a trance on our first night, it was just a protracted vengeance.

Thinking of this, I feel very miserable.Even though I knew about it long ago, I couldn't forget her.I cried while standing in front of the toilet to pee.Despite trying so hard to hold my cunt, the old and limp thing spit where it shouldn't.Dizzy, I took off the shower head and flushed the toilet like I cleaned blood from the floor.It's just the color that's gone, not the dirt, and there are too many corners here, forever, forever.

I've been extremely depressed, I closed my eyes, hoping they wouldn't open them again, but things didn't always go my way.When I came back to my senses, I soaked in the bathtub, and even the water was a little cold.The knuckles of the hand that had just smashed through the wall were tingling, and I could feel it, but I didn't feel it at all.Like I know someone is touching me, but it's probably not real.

Here he is again.He hugged me like an octopus around a prey.The difference from before is that he has a strong smell of blood on his body, a creature that is constantly bleeding...

He lifted me out of the water, and I could feel the wet, heavy clothes against my skin as he slowly undid my buttons one by one.I lay on the edge of the bathtub, water dripped continuously from my wet hair, the horizontal and vertical arrangement of the tiles became distorted, and the colorless liquid merged into a pale pink river mixed with blood.I see blood clots.I see fingers with red nails, cream on the tips.I see half a lip - that's all.I turned out of the bathtub, leaned on the toilet and started to vomit, but nothing came out. The acid water irritated my throat.

Someone handed me a glass of water, I took the tooth cup with weak hands, rinsed my mouth very slowly, spit it into the toilet, and pressed the flush button.Then I sat down on the ground, feeling the ground was very cold.It's ridiculous, it turns out that all I have left is a shirt and a tie hanging around my neck, which are wet against my body, my second skin.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.He took the tooth cup from my hand, and pinched my cheek to make me open my mouth, ah—stick out my tongue.Close your mouth.

He left for a moment, and when he came back he took off the shower head and flushed it at me.I was startled, curled up on the ground, covered my face, and was still coughing from the water.The hair completely blocked my eyes.

He pulled me up, leaned into his arms, turned off the water, and rubbed my hair into dense foam.He said, "Close your eyes." I closed my eyes and let him rinse the foam off.He rubbed my body with the bath pouf, my dress and tie still hanging on me, only unbuttoned.I tugged at them impatiently, and he pressed my hand: "That's fine, Sue."

I listen to him.if not?Do I have any ideas?

He plays with me like a toy.Look up, let's wipe our necks, it's good.Lie on the ground and spread your legs.

He took my right ankle and lifted my leg up, sliding it over my calf, supporting the crook of my knee.I kicked my legs subconsciously, but I didn't kick anything.

My body vacated.Like shaking in a boat, suddenly fell down and fell on the bed.I hugged the pillow, feeling very dazed, not knowing how I got here from there.

……

I can't say what it feels like, I have no other expression except crying.He bowed his head again and kissed away my tears.

"I've never had a memory of my mother. Is she real? I keep thinking, why can't you give birth to me?" Butcher stroked my lower abdomen as if trying to feel his in my body. Shape, "17 years ago, can you hear my heartbeat here?"

Listen to this nonsense.I was shaking with anger.How could he humiliate me like this?I raised my hand and slapped Butcher with such force that my palm was aching after that slap.His face was tilted to one side by me, he paused for a moment, first slowly turned his eyes, and then turned his face back.There were red marks on his cheeks, but his face was unwavering, and he even smiled at me.

I froze for a moment in astonishment, looking into his eyes, and for a moment, the appearance of him holding a knife flashed back in front of my eyes.Immediately rolled out of bed and tried to escape - Butcher didn't give me this chance.What's more, as a victim of escape, I was ridiculous enough. As soon as my feet landed, my knees gave way and I fell to the ground. The rising alcohol smell hit my head like a sap, and I was dizzy for a while.

Butcher caught me back on the bed and pushed me headfirst into the pillow, while with the other hand he pinched both of my hands behind my back.I was groaning in the pillow. At this moment, I suddenly thought of some old people who were smothered to death with pillows by the nurses. They often looked very painful, and the distorted faces frozen after death were difficult to smooth out.I was no different from the goldfish that fell to the ground and suffocated.

Just when I rolled my eyes and almost fell into a trance, someone pulled my hair and lifted my face up. I immediately gasped for breath, and then coughed violently.My whole face was wet and I had no idea I was crying so much.He touched the back of my head, as if he wasn't the one who murdered me just now, his movements were so gentle that I whimpered with both aggrieved and frightened.

He leaned into my ear and said, "Put your ass up, Dad. Or do you want to try again?"

God, Butcher.How could it be him, my Butcher?

I have never been hit so hard and shockingly in my life, and not even being owed half a year on my wounded pay has ever made me sad like this.Still, I had to do what he said, and the feeling of being refilled was pretty weird.However, for a moment, it seemed as if it should be like this...

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You know the full version.Sue cried so pitifully today!If you feel sorry for him, you can consider buying him a bottle of water (?)