In the name of the trench [Comprehensive British and American]

Sarah watched the man not far away get ready for dinner and then looked at her with an extremely gentle and loving gaze: "Okay, honey, come and eat, I think you must be starving."

Sarah showed a particularly sweet smile to the man, and replied cheerfully: "Okay, Dad."

The man was obviously happier.

But in fact, Sarah knew that she had no blood relationship with the man in front of her. In fact, they didn't even know each other four days ago!

But considering that her whole body is sore and weak at the moment, and she can only walk at most without thinking about any intense exercise, Sarah still put on the plush slippers prepared by the man for her, and walked to the table on the dull ground. In front of her, Sarah refused to think about what had left the dry and blackened mark on the ground.

The dinner prepared by the man was not rich, just fried bacon and eggs with a few slices of bread, but Sarah didn't think there was anything wrong with it. In fact, it was the greatest luck for her to be alive now. .

The man on the opposite side who looked at her with a tender and doting gaze that made people creepy was a perverted killer.

...According to the rumors that Sarah heard in that bar, there have been four murders in this town before. If Sarah's calculations are correct, there should be five murders now, plus her as a missing person. .

The poor fifth girl had been dragged out by men to dump her body on the very day Sarah arrived.

Sarah silently ate the food on the plate, wondering if she should be thankful. Compared with the previous girls who died after being tortured and then dumped, she at least received meticulous care.

Although she didn't want this care at all.

Sarah finished her dinner quietly, and then smiled sweetly at the man across from her again. Her tone carried the intimacy and coquettishness of a daughter to her father: "The dinner is very good, Dad, I like it very much."

The man really smiled: "Oh, of course, my dear, you know how much I love you."

"Of course, I love you too."

Sarah hugged the man, her movements intimate and unguarded, as any daughter with a close relationship with her father should be.

God knows she's about to die of nausea!

The man gently kissed Sarah's forehead: "Okay, baby, it's time for you to go to rest."

"Yes Dad."

Sarah returned to the bed obediently. She was playing the role of a sick and well-behaved daughter now.

Sarah's bed is in the corner of the room. In fact, this place cannot be called a room at all. According to Sarah's observations in the past few days, this place should be an old warehouse in the suburbs that has been abandoned for a long time.

The floor of the warehouse has a dark color that disgusts Sarah, and the slight smell of blood in the air stimulates Sarah's sense of smell all the time. Even though she knows that the man has suspended the 'hunting' activities these days because of her relationship, but Thinking of the blood-stained girl with a distorted and incomplete body the day she first arrived, Sarah still felt that the smell of blood in this warehouse was very pungent.

Sarah's bed is probably the only brightly colored and clean thing in this warehouse. It can be said that it doesn't match the overall environment of this warehouse at all.

In fact Sarah didn't like the bed at all, she knew where the girls were tortured and died - right under her in this bed.

Even though the man had changed the bedding and sheets, Sarah still felt sick, but she didn't raise any objections.

She is not qualified to raise conditions now.

Sarah lay down on the bed, listening to the sound of the man clearing the plates and cutlery, feeling her current state silently. After four days, Sarah's sense of powerlessness disappeared a lot, and she knew that she must have been fed What medicine, or rather, Sarah would feel aggravated by her weakness after breakfast each day.

But it doesn't matter, her body is naturally adaptable to some drugs. In four days, she no longer struggled to walk as much as she did at the beginning. As for the fact that she still pretends to walk slowly, it is naturally to paralyze the guard who has been guarding her. her man.

Don't worry, Sarah said to herself silently, according to this development, it only takes two days, and she will have enough strength and confidence to deal with that man the night after tomorrow.

So she just needs to appease the man and wait.

...just like she does these days.

After the man packed up the tableware, he took a book and sat down beside Sarah's bed. He read to Sarah in an emotional tone.

Sarah was sure he had read the book many times, not only because the book looked old and the corners were damaged, but also because the man still used that loving expression that disgusted Sarah. looked at her.

Even though he didn't read the book, what he said was still the content of the book, exactly.

The man read to Sarah for about four or 10 minutes, then kissed her forehead again and said goodnight.

Sarah smiled back and hugged him, then said softly, "Good night, Dad."

That is to say, but the man will not leave Sarah too far after turning off the lights. He sleeps less than three meters away from Sarah.

In fact Sarah knew he wasn't asleep because in two hours the man would be up and going out.

Sarah didn't know what he did, but it was definitely not a good thing, because every time the man left, he would not come back for at least several hours, and every time he came back, Sarah could feel the man's mental confusion , Sometimes his body still smells of blood.

Afterwards, if it was still dark, he would sit by Sarah's bed and watch her until Sarah opened her eyes and said, "Good morning, Dad."

The man caressed her cheek pitifully: "Honey, your condition must have gotten worse recently, look at your haggard appearance..."

...It's because I can't sleep well for so many days, and I have to face a perverted killer all the time, and I will look haggard.

Sarah felt that her situation was good enough.

But the man obviously didn't think so, and his fingers gradually tightened: "I said you shouldn't leave me! How could you leave me! Do you want to abandon me like your bitch mother? No, I will never allow it! You are mine! You..."

"Of course, I'm yours."

The man's hands gradually moved from the cheeks to the neck, and left obvious red marks on Sarah's neck, but Sarah didn't care about these.

Her eyes met the man's, and she looked at him tenderly and trustingly: "I am yours, I am here, and I will not go anywhere."

The man's hand gradually relaxed, and Sarah continued her efforts: "I am not anyone else, and I will never be like them. Look, I am here. As you wish, we will be together forever."

"Oh dear..."

The man hugged Sarah, and Sarah hugged him just as gently.

When the man let go of Sarah, he obviously saw the red marks on Sarah's neck, and he looked extremely guilty: "I actually hurt you, how could I! How could I hurt you, dear, you are mine treasure……"

Sarah held the man's hand and smiled: "You didn't hurt me, I'm fine, really."

Then, without waiting for the man to speak, she said in a coquettish tone, "I'm hungry, Dad, what shall we have for breakfast today?"

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as the man turned away to prepare her breakfast.

Good day five.

While she wasn't looking forward to a medicated breakfast at all, at least it would tell her it was day five.

Just wait until tomorrow night...

However, the plan never changed quickly. On that night, Sarah keenly heard the sound of vehicles approaching from outside, more than one vehicle.

Soon, the man also heard the voice. He threw the book in his hand aside, and vigilantly went to the small window that was specially opened to check.

Needless to say, the man ordered Sarah to get up immediately. Seeing Sarah's weakness, he put a coat on the outside of Sarah's pajamas as quickly as possible, and then Sarah put on the bedside wool again. Velvet slippers, she was pulled over by the man in the next second.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the warehouse was unceremoniously kicked open.

"fbi!"

Feeling the cold and hard object hitting her head almost at the same time, Sarah couldn't help curling her lips inwardly.

Since you are late, why don't you come!

However, in any case, what Sarah had to face was a bunch of FBIs holding guns in front of her, and she was held hostage by a perverted serial killer with a gun to her head.

...well, the only thing that gave Sarah a little hope was that at least it was night.

The medicine that the man gave her was usually in the morning, that is to say, the night was probably when she was least affected by the medicine.

Although it was a day short of what was expected, it was not hopeless.

I hope the fbi who came this time is not a pig teammate.

Sarah looked at the row of muzzles on the opposite side and thought.