[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 62

It's an incredibly dark three 10 minutes.

After Hannibal ripped off the tape wrapped around her lips under the mask of the Woman Hulk, she begged for mercy from time to time: "Please let me go..." She cried: "I won't say it Yes, I will not call the police... I will act as if nothing happened... Please let me go..."

She won't understand that for sadistic, antisocial personalities, the pain of others is the source of their own happiness.

Hannibal was satisfied with her begging for mercy.His gaze swept over the silent man in the wheelchair.His poor test subject froze in the wheelchair, as if he was the one being slaughtered.This amuses Hannibal a lot.

His bad taste is full of malice.So outstretched fingers lifted up the woman's face.The green Hulk mask looked at him with a ferocious smile under the dim light, but there were constant choking sounds and trembling of fear inside.

"Hush," Hannibal pressed his index finger to his lips, his eyes were gentle and tender, as if looking at his most cherished friend and lover.

He said, "Don't cry, don't cry," as if he could empathize.However, the movements in his hands were merciless.

In the blink of an eye, the thin clothes had already been torn apart under the flipping blade in his hand, revealing the blood-stained white carcass of the woman.He laughed: "You are so cute."

Hannibal's fingers caressed her skin, the softer and smoother touch was soaked in blood, which made him pinch her skin hard to make bruises one after another.

He said, "I won't hurt you." Then he repeated his torture over and over again.Every time before the opponent was about to collapse, he repeated the appeasement again.

All her voices were blocked by Hannibal's lips, and the crying and pleading under Hannibal's covered lips seemed extremely erotic in this darkness.If she didn't know that she had witnessed everything in front of her eyes, Claire would really think that this was a sexy live show.

And Hannibal did exactly that.Teased her, hurt her, made this torture strange and confusing.It was like a consensual SadoMasochism.It was as if he was actually obsessed with the woman he hurt, as if he really wouldn't hurt her.

Excessive blood loss left the woman in a trance.She didn't realize that she was gradually being manipulated by Hannibal, didn't realize that she was used to his torture, didn't realize that she believed what Hannibal said [I will not hurt you].

The development of this scene made Claire look away unbearably. She was afraid of Hannibal's manipulation of people's hearts, so she had to try to divert her attention—she looked at the figure under the light.

Then Claire found that in the woman's repeated crying and begging for mercy, the man in the wheelchair seemed to have weakened his resistance to Hannibal.

He fell silent.Like a shadow under a lamp.The baggy hoodie completely concealed his face, hidden in the shadows under the hat - but the man's desire to stand up was more obvious.

It was as if he had also begun to enjoy the process of torturing the other party.

On the other side, Hannibal had already changed his knife. The blade of that knife was longer and sharper, reflecting a cold light under the shadow of the lamp.At the same time, Hannibal's eyes swept across the people behind him as if casually.After noticing the other party's physiological reaction, You Shen's pupils became darker.

For him, the foreplay is over and the main topic has just begun.

Hannibal tugged at the woman's hair.He stepped on her calf and forced her to kneel in front of the wheelchair man.Their almost naked bodies were facing each other head-on.Hannibal whispered in her ear, "Go and please him. If you succeed, I'll let you go."

The woman, whose limbs were weak due to excessive blood loss, shivered.She wished: "Yes, do you want to untie my handcuffs?"

"Of course not." Hannibal seemed disappointed by her stupidity: "You have to figure out your own way."

"Then, can that take off my hood, I, I can use my mouth..."

"No, no, baby~" Hannibal shook his head: "No. You must not show your face, otherwise, I will kill you." His answer suddenly became cold, making the other party unable to react for a while.Then the woman seemed to wake up suddenly: the person she was talking to was not a good character, in fact, he was the culprit who kidnapped her.

She finally nodded resignedly, and Hannibal threw her on top of the wheelchair man again.And following this movement, her wound was stung by the impact, and for a while, she could only rely on the opponent's body and breathe patiently.

Claire closed her eyes, she didn't want to watch any more.However, everything will not stop because of Claire's refusal.

Without free hands to caress each other, no dexterous tongue to lick/lick, after a short period of helplessness, what a woman can finally do is to lower her body and rub her breasts against the wheelchair man's body.

But it was extremely painful for her.Numerous fragmentary scratches spread all over her body, making every rub/rub of her feel like torture, and blood gushed out from the scabbed wounds along with the pain.

She groaned in pain and breathed heavily.She felt dizzy from the pain and cold sweat.

This scene is absurd and weird, but it is inexplicably corrupt/erotic/erotic.

Claire closed her eyes.Force yourself not to listen, not to see, not to imagine.However, those painful voices will continue to pass into her ears.

Until those intermittent groans grew louder and louder in the invisible desire to survive.

[ah! ! ] A sudden scream stopped everything.

Hannibal threw the trash and threw the woman whose throat he had cut mercilessly a few seconds ago on the ground, and then looked down at the person in the wheelchair: "Wow, let me see what happened?"

He laughed: "You—" He pointed at Harris's wet crotch after release, making no secret of his sarcasm.

"The moment I cut my throat?"

Claire closed her eyes, refusing to listen to what was going on, it had nothing to do with her.She has seen everything happen, and the desire to live has not disappeared, but at least she can barely calm down about death.

"What on earth do you want to do..." However, the moment the voice sounded, Claire's calm mask was shattered!Claire opened her eyes, she turned her head incredulously, and stared at the person in the wheelchair under the light... That voice, is it Harris? !

Hannibal smiled: "I just want you to be yourself~." He felt sorry for the other party's failure to understand him.He sighed deeply, and then lifted the dead body on the ground.

"You splashed on her." Hannibal shook his head regretfully, and he asked, "If this corpse is found, how will your DNA be explained?"

"I'm really worried for you, my friend."

He dropped the man in his hand.And Harris fell silent again, but Hannibal didn't, in fact, his words suddenly increased.

"You know, I've always been deeply, deeply curious." He looked at the dark night outside the skylight: "Why do you have such absolute persistence? This kind of persistence is familiar and strange to me. I was very curious after it was completely blacked out."

"It seems that a long time ago, I also had such a pure pursuit of good and evil."

"Unfortunately, I can't remember when that happened at all." He shook his head in disappointment: "You have to know that time is too cruel for a human being."

He said: "From the first time I saw you, I wanted to drag you into the mud. Then I found out that I was wrong."

"I don't need to drag you into the quagmire, because you are here yourself, even you are the black swamp. But what is the most interesting? You are clearly so dirty, but you keep trying to pretend that you are clean and pure, yes Dried mud in the sun."

"It's so funny," Hannibal said, but he didn't smile.

His mask has been ingrained in his blood.However, at this moment, his cold reality is even more shocking."Why would you refuse to be yourself," he said.

This understated question was like a muffled thunder in his ears, blowing Harris' already shaken heart into ruins.His straight back suddenly lost the strength to support it.

Harris hunched over.His despondency is palpable.In fact, this problem began to trouble him a long time ago.

This is probably the most desperate part, he is indeed, as Hannibal said, refusing to be himself - he is afraid of his own reality.

Hannibal threw the key of the handcuffs in Harris's hands under Harris's demeanor.Then he walked slowly to Claire.

He looked down at her.

The corners of the lips on the face facing away from Harris were raised, revealing an unobvious coldness and complacency.It made him look inexplicably hideous.

He brought up Claire.He grabbed her by the collar and dragged her to Harris' side, then threw Claire to Harris' feet.

Claire struggled and twisted her body, she desperately looked at Harris, and the first who was blocked screamed.She longed for Harris to look at her!Desperate for her friend not to be defeated!

She trusted him so much, that they could bring back Harris' kindness by looking at each other.

She heard Hannibal's voice was low and deep, very indifferent."I'll give you the choice," he said.

"If you say no, go and prove to the police that you have nothing to do with the dead woman."

"If you confess your truth, I will be loyal to your courage."

His threats and temptations are revealed at a glance.

However, all Claire can do is to keep calling Harris indistinctly——

[Look at me!Look at me!Tell me you wouldn't make that choice! ]

Claire didn't know why she felt so desperate. She thought she could die calmly, but her friends shouldn't do all of this!

She was desperate: [Don't be like this, you are very kind...]

She saw Harris pick up Hannibal's knife with a trembling hand. The knife was so sharp that it made her heart ache.

"...What stupid dream am I clinging to..." She heard Harris' voice muffled.He raised his face, and the face under the shadow of the hood was exposed to the light, revealing his tear-filled face.

From the beginning.Harris's despair is no less than that of a man with the tip of a knife.

Just his redemption, he never waited to come.

[...don't do this...] Claire's feeble pleas were never heeded.The boy suddenly turned cold.On this simple and honest face due to the side effects of the medicine, the gloom that he had tried so hard to hide was finally revealed through those emerald green pupils.

Harris raised the corners of his lips, smiling as if crying: "I'm sorry, you met me like this."

His tears fell on his hands: "I'm sorry, bad people can never change."

He said, "I'm sorry..."

In the end, it was the dagger that sank into Claire's chest, the applause Hannibal gave for the performance, and the alarm issued by the remote electronic sound of the system after the vital signs were dying...

And the darkness that seems to never end.

Yes.

She closes her eyes: bad people don't get good.