killer game

Candy is gone.She ran down to the next street and swept up the whole dessert house.

She is never short of money. The "relatives" always don't know where her money comes from, but in fact, as long as she goes down and turns around, she can always find the person who sent the money to her.This neighborhood, like other places in New York, is not lacking in chaos. The disputes in the dark cannot be blatant, and not everyone can see them, but they do exist, and they have survived longer than the rats in the stinky gutter.

She has always been careful and concealed in her actions. After all, everything else is secondary, and her own safety is the most important thing.She's not very ambitious, she's not very threatening, she's more than happy to be an idiot doll most of the time, and she's young, she doesn't have much strength - but that doesn't stop her from having a good brain.

Charley and the others naturally didn't know.Who would believe that a couple of vicious big men were defeated by a little girl who uploaded a movie-maybe they didn't even know it.So he just regarded her as doing some sneaky activities all day long - and didn't care about her.Anyway, with the parents of drug dealers and strippers, how could it be a big fuss if there was a thief in the family.At most, I would just beat her up a few times when I didn't like her.

The sweet aroma of candy cake didn't make Mathilda feel any better.It felt as if every cell in her body was bathed in sunlight - but God knows how much she hated sunlight!The streets are full of traffic and people are coming and going. She stops and stops, even if she stands still, no one will notice. She walks like this, as if walking in another world. Looking around, the first thing that comes to mind is the movie scene —Enough is enough!

With a gloomy face, she ran upstairs and locked herself in the closed room. She leaned her back against the wall and squatted down.

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The more tense you are, the calmer you will be.Even though her heart was beating wildly, almost breaking her chest, her brain was still as calm as if a basin of ice water had been poured over it. The frequency of this apparent dissociation between consciousness and body made her pale, as if she clearly felt Her hands were trembling, and she clenched her hands tightly to stop the unbearable impulse...but she couldn't control it.

Mathilda suddenly bit her arm tightly, her teeth sinking deep into the flesh, and a disgusting smell of rust filled her mouth and nose. She was trembling, her arm muscles were spasming in pain, but she still held back her silence and squeezed herself tightly curl up.

She knows how dangerous it is to maintain vigilance and vigilance all the time. In order to keep herself calm, she has to consume a lot of brain cells and energy, and her heart is always in the most oppressive situation. An unparalleled sense of security, but the long-term pressure that followed almost crushed her tense nerves.

The obsession is too deep, and the panic from the unknown is too heavy. If this continues, sooner or later, she will scare herself to death by herself - but only in this way can she survive!

She got up trembling suddenly, her hands were severely convulsed, but she still tore open the package in an orderly manner, and stuffed the cake into her mouth. The added sugar eased the trembling slightly, her face was as pale as paper, and her lifeless eyes were as empty as two black holes.

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When she was in a good mood, Mathilda watched "Transformers" with Colin in her arms.

This is her favorite cartoon right now.

Charley went out to have fun, Margie went to work, Catherine worked hard for her fat ass, and there wasn't even a ghost in the house except the two of them - which made her feel better.When she was in a trance, there would be a slight smile on her face, because the resentment and ferocity generated by the TV access rights that she could never grab when facing Catherine were hidden in the depths of her eyes, so as not to frighten her younger brother ——Although her face is still terrified now.

All along, she has been regarded as a high-quality sandbag. She can't fight back when hit, can't fight back when scolded, and can be used repeatedly. As long as she is in sight, she can strike at any time.If you have pressure and need to vent, look for her, if you don't like her, keep looking for her, even if you are idle and have nothing to do, you can look for her... So sometimes, when she was licking the blood on the wound, she kept thinking, Is such a shallow layer of blood really so omnipotent?Almighty can let them do whatever they want, isn't she afraid of her revenge?

Not yet, she thought, not yet.

Mathilda has been wondering why she likes Colin.This was her younger brother—the first "relative" she was willing to admit.So cute and so innocent, because he is still a child, because he has never experienced anything, because he still doesn't understand anything, he is so warm that she can't help but want to get closer and hug him.It's just a body temperature. She always doesn't understand why she wants to be nostalgic, but it's like an addiction. When she touches her eyes, she will unconsciously want to relax... That is her brother, who was her brother in the cruel childhood, deformed The only warmth she could feel in such a bad environment, even if her dark heart couldn't bear it, she still felt that she wanted to have it.

She lowered her head and rubbed her chin against the quiet Colin's head. There was no movement in her eyes, not even a focus.

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Ninghe was broken in the afternoon.After the three cursing and swearing people returned home, the whole apartment was filled with noise. The younger brother pulled on his slippers and went to the next door. She locked herself in the bathroom with a blank expression.

Looking up is a mirror.

She stared at herself in the mirror.

The beautiful and delicate outline and facial features are not fully developed, and they look very immature. Because of the straight face, it does not play a serious role, but instead shows a feeling of numbness and indifference.She has neat short hair without ears, and the sides are slightly raised because of her sleeping posture, which is a little messy.Casually put on a pajamas that are obviously too big.She stared at her amber eyes, they were as hollow as if they had just been picked up from the darkness, without any slight fluctuations, if they were not still a little clear, she almost thought they were blind—Mathilda had already forgotten Despite her previous appearance, her face now doesn't give her much impression.It seems that there is not much difference between growing on your own face and growing on someone else's face.

She closed her eyes.

There is the sound of a heart beating.very clear.

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Mathilda was beaten again.

There was always someone who couldn't wait to punch her twice because she would never fight back.Two fists and a few slaps, at most, a little blood and a black bruise, compared to needing to do everything possible to avoid those perverted men with pedophilia and serious sadistic desires—even death is common— It is heaven for the chaotic orphanage.She can even spare revenge.

Charley seemed to be having some trouble.Dealing with narcotics cops is never a good thing.She once glanced at those people behind the door, and the indelible smell of blood on her body and the madness in her eyes that disregarded human life gave her a very familiar feeling. They were clearly a group of living executioners.

Catherine has put on a few more pounds, and it's hard to see anything all day long. Mathilda couldn't understand that her mood would be better because of it, and even suppressed the anger of being forced to leave the cartoon.

However, it still hurts to be hit.

She could obviously get used to many things, but she couldn't get used to the pain alone.Because, no matter what kind of body it is, the reaction to pain is too strong... Her sense of pain is several times that of ordinary people.This made her feel uncomfortable and almost suffocated many times, not necessarily because of others, but also because of her own sins... Fortunately, she can hypnotize herself a little.This allows her to relieve the aftertaste of pain after avoiding abuse or self-abuse.

Not to mention mastering a skill, as long as you know a little bit of fur, it is also a great convenience for survival.She had stumbled and crawled out of those darker and darker places, and it was a miracle that she didn't lose all her humanity.And this world didn't deprive her of her little ability...how could it not be a gift?

However, I can still feel the pain.

It was like needles pierced into her flesh and blood one after another, and the meridians grew well and broke alive, but the brain couldn't tear away the thoughts from paying attention to the pain.She was secretly hating why the pain nerves were so active.

When in a trance, Mathilda remembered many things.The darkest and most miserable times.The endless beatings, the hunger all day and all night, the crazy eyes of people... Even though he is still such a small child, he desperately persecutes others in order to survive.It seems that existence itself is a sin, and the worst experience can make your sin less.But everyone knows that maybe someone else died, and you are the one who survived.

That hell, people pull out the hottest and most ferocious children, let them change their faces and show a smile to the outside, show the healthy image created by the food they won because of their toughness, and win a little sympathy from the so-called kind ladies and gentlemen look.Then keep the rest of the children locked in dark cages, let them fight like mice, live like pigs and dogs, it is best to die a few to learn to behave... Anyway, there will never be a shortage of orphans in the world.

So she hates sunshine.

She later thought, maybe it was because she was still young at that time, and she didn't understand the cruelty of this world.She held the "Bible" as if she had found her own salvation, and she didn't want to let it go.She had read it over and over again.Suffering is given by God, but she still can't see the end.What is the glory of the six wings, what is the gospel of God, she couldn't even see a little light when she was dying countless times!She struggled desperately to survive, who would save her when it hurts so much to even take a breath? !

Reality forced her innocence to be polished quickly. When she opened her eyes, she was already the favorite of death.She brought him countless living and desperate souls.

This is revenge.It's not that there must be revenge, it's just that everyone who owes her will have to pay the price.She just pushed at the most suitable place at the most suitable time, so that they could get rid of their dirty and ugly fate earlier.She should be proud that the layout she completed has never made any mistakes.Never had anything gone wrong!

Mathilda huddled in a ball, trying to distract herself by thinking about something.

Wisdom is a solid ceremonial guard at any time, but it doesn't seem to work here.What she has learned is how to solve the permanent problems once and for all—but now she can't destroy the relatives in this apartment who are related to her.She can completely abandon what little emotion she has left, but she really has to admit that the bondage of blood is still powerful.

This bond saved her from having to worry about life and death, but it also blocked her determination to take revenge.The reality is not so oppressive that she has to give up by herself, and a little weakness can turn into a heinous disaster.They won't know how dangerous they've been, and they won't learn a little gratitude... But she's different.She can't give up on this place.Never.

Anyway, it was just a little injury... anyway, it was just a little pain.

But why no matter where it is, childhood is so bitter.So bitter.