[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 62

After four weeks:

The city began to become unsettled again.Under the appearance of a peaceful and comfortable life, there are those shadows that gradually cover the city.

Claire looked at her phone, having just finished talking to Spencer Read just a few minutes earlier.This young multi-degree Ph.D. is very difficult to use the mobile phone. It takes a long time to reply to a message, so they had to give up this widely used contact method among young people and choose to communicate by calling .

Before hanging up the phone, Reid hesitated to say this to Claire: "It's better not to go out alone these days, especially at night."

Claire didn't ask for specific reasons.Everyone knows that Quantico's law and order is chaotic, and Rhett raised it alone to remind that there can only be one reason, that is, some terrible murders happened in this city when she didn't know it.

And as an ordinary citizen, she did not learn about this in any other way, it can only mean that the news may not be announced yet, maybe it is to avoid causing panic, maybe it is... In any case, Claire sincerely thanks Rhett's reminder.

She stared at her phone for a while, then silently walked to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner.After looking around, Claire finally began to realize that the house she lived in was actually so simple.

The cramped environment, chaotic law and order, and thin walls that do not play any role in sound insulation.

[Maybe I should live somewhere else. ] Claire thought, and then found that she had no resistance to changing residences.

In the end, Claire gave up the idea of ​​cooking by herself, she put on her coat and walked out of the room, trotting all the way to the nearest fast food restaurant before it was dark, she decided to choose a place closer to the city center next time .

By the time Claire left the fast food restaurant, night had fully fallen.She touched the folding knife in her pocket, and felt that the city was a little safer.But in fact, Claire's fear of the night has eased a lot.Although she is still vigilant against the darkness, she is not as afraid as before.

And in Clare's private heart, she thinks that her recent life is still very comfortable.Those serial killers who always like to haunt her seem to have rarely appeared, and she feels very relieved by this.

"Claire~" A familiar voice called Claire's name behind her.Claire turned her head away, and Hannibal was standing behind her with a big smile on his face.He said, "Long time no see."

Accompanied by the brief pain, Claire felt that the voice seemed to come from an infinitely distant place - a tube of injection had been quickly pushed into her neck.

The last thing in view was Hannibal looking down on her face.

Strange as if never really knew him.

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When Claire was conscious, her hands and feet were bound, her lips were taped and a mask was placed over her face.She didn't know what the shape of her mask was, but the smell of plastic made her breathless.

When Claire turned her neck with difficulty to look around, she found that the warehouse in front of her was both familiar and strange... It was the one that had haunted her nightmares, the warehouse with only a skylight above her head.

This is where she was kidnapped in the case of the human centipede.

Claire clenched her fists in anger.She never thought that one day Hannibal would hurt her with the secret she told him!She didn't even think that she would return to this damned, disgusting place again one day!

Claire's body was stiff and motionless, her eyes quickly trying to adapt to the darkness.She rolled her eyeballs and tried her best to smell the smell in the air... An unspeakable stench came to her nostrils: Has anyone died?

Something sounded.

A few meters away from Claire, another kidnapped person also woke up.After adapting to the darkness, Claire vaguely saw that the other party was a young woman with a hot figure and sexy clothes.Her silk stockings were scraped to pieces, and her high-heeled shoes were long gone.

[Woo, woo... woo...] The fragmented sobs from the other party made Claire realize that her mouth was also sealed and her feet were bound.

[But one is always better than two. ] Claire tried to prop up her body, trying to make some noises to make the other party aware of her existence.

And it obviously worked!Claire crawled forward, crawling, and when she finally came to the woman, accompanied by the hazy night, they could clearly see each other's face in the dark, or, it should be said, the mask.

The green Hulk grinned in the darkness, revealing his white and neat teeth, with a ferocious and arrogant smile.It was put on the woman's head, in stark contrast to her hot figure, and Claire had no way of knowing what the mask she was wearing was.But looking at the astonishment and fear shown by the other party, it must be equally ferocious.

Claire gasped.

She didn't have a chance to leave any more information for the other party, and she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps walking into the warehouse.

Hannibal's hoarse and magnetic voice sounded, and he said, "Come and see your gift today. I believe you will like it." He pressed the speaker on the wheelchair, and then pushed him forward slowly.The black sweater hood completely obscured the face of the person in the wheelchair.But this doesn't change Claire's hostility towards them.

She closed her eyes and pretended she was still unconscious.

A pair of cold hands tugged at Claire's back collar and dragged her to a corner, and then no one knew who turned on the light.The darkness was broken, and a weak light illuminated the middle of the warehouse.

Claire tried her best to raise her head and saw the entire warehouse clearly.

There are not just four of us here.In fact, just around the corner opposite Claire, another woman was imprisoned.The bound hands and feet made her limbs congested with blood.Varying degrees of bruises were faintly visible on the exposed skin.Her hair is disheveled, and there are dirty and disgusting excrement at her feet... This shows that she has been imprisoned in a world.

Her hair was greasy, dirty and casually dragged on her shoulders, covering her entire face.Then she lay on the ground with a stiff posture, and Wu Guobu noticed her twitching hands and feet occasionally, and Claire would have the illusion that she was dead.

It all sucks.Let him quickly recall all the things he experienced here.

"Do you like it?" she heard Hannibal ask.Then the hooded man fell silent.Leaning weakly on a wheelchair.And Hannibal didn't take his reaction to heart.He even laughed: "Yeah, I know you like it."

He takes a step forward.Went under the light.The woman in the Hulk mask was lifted by Hannibal by the collar.The woman whined in horror as she tried to struggle.

"Shhhhhh——" Hannibal grabbed her neck and put his face on the side of her neck: "Don't make a noise, don't make a noise~" He comforted.Fingers caressed her face gently.However, his eyes were fixed on the person in the wheelchair the whole time.

"I know you like it." He repeated again.Then, at some point, the blade held in the palm of her hand cut open the woman's low bodice, revealing her plump and soft breasts.

Claire froze, not knowing what Hannibal was going to do.

He controls the warehouse.

He made it his playground.

He is so cold and cruel that everyone plays with him.Under that kind and benevolent appearance, Hannibal's fingers had already flipped the blade, cutting the sharp edge of the blade into the skin of the woman's chest!Accompanied by a scream pinned to her lips, the woman trembled from pain all over her body.However, Hannibal did not let her go, and she was still held in his arms.And continue to torture.

I saw the bright red blood flowing into the black lace underwear along with her rapid breathing. This kind of cruelty that is not fatal and avoids the vital point is sometimes more terrifying.

Claire froze her body. She watched Hannibal smiling and doing extremely cruel things from a distance. The fond memories of the other party's childhood finally fell apart.She didn't realize that there were tears in her eyes under the mask, and she didn't even know why she felt so disappointed when she had a hunch.Fortunately, she was not the only one who was stiff.

In the long silence, the man in the wheelchair finally let out a roar like a trapped animal.He frantically tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair before Claire noticed that his wrists were handcuffed to the armrest.

Hannibal shook his head regretfully: "Look, you're lying again."

And following his words, Hannibal threw the woman in his hand onto the man as if throwing trash.The woman suffering from physical pain couldn't stand up for a while, and leaned weakly on the man's leg in the wheelchair.She whimpered, her body shaking with pain.

Then Claire didn't know what happened, the woman suddenly screamed in horror, she backed up on her knees, but staggered to the end.And with her movements, Claire noticed... that man was hard.

The parties were obviously more embarrassing.But Hannibal wasn't surprised, in fact, he was very pleased with what he saw.He even started to walk around at a leisurely pace.

"You're really dishonest." He sighed in frustration, "Why don't you be nice to yourself, huh?" Hannibal said, pulling the woman's hair and forcing her to kneel on the ground.

[I know you like this. ] His expression said so.

Then?

Then Hannibal raised the blade in his hand again - and he began to perform [abuse].

The author has something to say: Thank you Brother Hou for throwing me a grenade. I'll see if I can write another chapter in the afternoon~~

In addition, Uncle Ba is black mud to me, but I will try to minimize the uncomfortable XX description... Guaranteed~~