Desperate Game Cat Hunter

The tip of the knife resting on his eyelids trembled with his excited tone.I can't help being scared, my mind is almost at a standstill.

I suddenly reached out and pushed him away like a frightened deer.The tip of his knife is exerting force, because I pushed it hard, the tip of the knife directly scratched the eye socket, and drew out from the corner of the right eye, thick and warm blood gushed out all of a sudden.The vision of the entire right eye was blurred, and it was accompanied by a tingling sensation.

I turned around and ran, rolling and scrambling, but he chased me up and crushed me under him with a swoop.The knife tried to aim at my eyes again,

"It's so cute, kitty~" He tried his best to suppress my struggle, his voice was a little distorted due to excitement and depression, but he still suppressed his voice.It seems that they are afraid of waking them up.

Both of my hands were almost suppressed by him.His dagger was within easy reach, "Come on, let me see baby ~ how excited you are ~"

He was so excited, so excited to focus.Holding me down, the raised dagger kept trying to aim for my eye, but he had trouble aiming it because of my struggle.I took the opportunity to lift my leg and knee into his crotch—a woman's way, I know.But I don't mind, really, I don't mind doing anything under the circumstances.

He let go of the restraint because of the pain, and I took the opportunity to push it away and continue to crawl forward. After climbing several steps, I tried to stand up unsteadily and prepare to run forward, even though there was no retreat ahead...

"boom!"

It was a gunshot.

The impact of the bullet caused me to lose my balance and fall to the ground before I could fully stand up.After a short period of numbness, the left shoulder started to ache like burning.

I pressed my shoulder and the pain was unbearable.It's all blood that keeps coming out.I opened my mouth wide in pain, but couldn't make a sound.

The interior lights suddenly came on.Al, Kerry has entered the state of preparation.Apparently, the gunshots woke everyone up.And make them think they have been attacked.

Rost was sitting on a couch just across from where I had fallen.With the gun in his hand, he was pointing right at me—he fired it.

He was looking at me with an expressionless face, his eyes were calm, "It looks like the shot missed."

Maybe he's aiming for my head.

Not far away, Yiwei got up from the ground at some point, still holding a knife in his hand.His expression is not very good-looking.

Al looked at this scene and pressed his forehead, being woken up made him very irritable, "Turn off the lights! What else do you want to invite?!"

The room was once again dark and silent.Just the sound of my breath hissing in pain.Seriously, I'd rather yell if I could.It really, really hurts unbearably.

I heard Rost shake the quilt and lay down, and he stated in a deadpan tone, "Sorry. But they were too loud."

"It's just a game." Yiwei didn't feel guilty, but his tone was full of disdain, "Don't say you don't want to, what an interesting toy."

"Shut up Evie!" Al yelled.It seems that he is not usually serious when he gets up.

I heard Evie seem to spit, but he didn't speak any more as Al requested.He went out and returned to his post.Kerry and others also heard the sound of falling asleep.It was as if the farce just now had never happened at all.

I pressed my shoulders and tried to crawl back to where I was just now.But tried hard and gave up.It hurts so much.

I lay on the ground, suppressing my voice and closing my eyes.The shoulder is still bleeding and it hurts.I can only express to you that it hurts, my vocabulary can't express clearly what kind of pain the pain has reached.

I think I might be dying.But I don't want to die.

To live is itself an original sin.But even so, everyone is still trying their best to live, even if they abandon morality, self-esteem, bottom line, and even the foundation of human beings.Become a group of beasts purely for killing.

Beast - that's the word for this group.Exist for excitement and survival.Abandoning justice and morality, as if they didn't appear because of the troubled times, they were naturally suitable for the troubled times.

I really lost a lot of blood today.I wasn't sure if I should have fallen asleep or passed out.But in short, I lost consciousness in all kinds of meaningless associations.It sank into darkness.

Woke up again with enough pain in my shoulder to get most of my attention.Even the pain covered the penetrating wound on my left hand.

When I woke up, it was early morning, and the sun was warm and comfortable.Kerry was still concentrating on tossing the parts on his small table, and Al sat across from him—on the sofa where Rost slept last night, biting a cigarette and looking out the window, with one leg on the sofa, his hand on the On the backrest, the shotgun rests next to him.Be ecstatically focused.

I didn't find any trace of Evie and Rost.

I closed my eyes again.It gave me a sense of security that they didn't seem to think about killing me while I was passed out - although I knew it was just an illusion.

"Yo~ woke up the kitten?" Al's playful voice sounded, even though my eyes were closed at the moment.I don't know when he knew I had woken up.

I didn't want to talk, and I didn't dare to open my eyes.

I felt him get off the sofa and sit cross-legged in front of me, and as the distance got closer, I could feel the strong smell of tobacco on his body.

Suddenly I felt something cold scratching my face—a knife, a very sharp knife.

They all seem to have a perverted preference for this light and cold weapon in this game.

After going back and forth on the cheek a few times, it slashed across the cheek and came to the eye socket. Because the blade was too sharp, it shaved the scabbed wound when it passed by - the one that Ewe scratched out last night.The blood flowed out again, still feeling warm and sticky.This touch makes people feel a little uncomfortable. Its source is painful, but when it flows over the cheeks, it will bring out a slight itching because of its slow speed.

"Don't play to death so soon, Al." Kerry said over there, with a relaxed and cheerful tone, "the chances of encountering this kind of kitten will be less in the future."

There will be fewer and fewer children who will survive.This kind of world is no longer suitable for the weak.Losing the constraints of laws and morals in the so-called civilized society, the first to die are the elderly, children and women.The weak are not needed, they have no reason and opportunity to survive.

In the days after that, I realized very clearly how much this group of people despise and despise the weak.Life is so humble that it is not as good as an ant.Whether it's Evie, Al, Rost, or even Carrie, who seems friendly, their attitudes towards people who constitute a burden are the same.Maybe I should be glad that I am not completely weak.

Al's sharp blade scraped back and forth at the wound, the wound was enlarged little by little, the skin was opened little by little, and the blood flowed more and more.But I could hear his soft laughter, shaking the air slightly,

"I think I'm about to fall in love with this kitten." Al said, with a frivolous tone, "It's so cute to be well-behaved."

Kerry let out a sneer of unknown meaning, but did not answer.

No one believed Al was serious, including me at the time.

But now I, the dying me, believe in its truth.Al loves every prey.Each one, the prey about to be killed by him.He's like a love-crazed pervert who kills them because he loves them.It's just that cause and effect need to be reversed here in Al, because you want to kill them, so you fall in love with them.

In his mind, the prey struggling to survive is the most fascinating.Slowly penetrating, grooming, and killing him was a joy, if the prey itself was of interest to him.He enjoys the process.

But this time he was a little aggressive, eager to kill, as evidenced by his wandering knife.Because Yiwei gave him a sense of crisis. After all, as a prey, I should have belonged to Yiwei.

"Bam—"

The car door was opened suddenly.The knife scraping back and forth finally stopped, and I can imagine that Al is looking at the person coming from the car door, frowning slightly.He should be waiting for someone to report something.

I guess it was Rost, but Evie was not so quiet.

But the person who came didn't say anything, I could hear him getting into the car, the sound of his boots stepping on the ground, and walking step by step.The ground of the car was driven to vibrate slightly.

"I'm more inclined to kill him with one knife." Sure enough, Rost, perhaps seeing the blood on my face, said, "He will consume our food and water if he lives too long."

"I agree." It was Kerry who echoed.

My nerves are high again.I opened my eyes subconsciously, and just happened to meet Al's smiling eyes. He grinned at me, full of jokes.

"Don't be like this, everyone," Al laughed. "A person can live for three days without food or drink, but seven days with only water."

"So?" Kerry asked.

"Don't hinder me from having fun. It would be too inhuman for you to deprive me of my only pleasure." In an aggrieved tone.Al's knife left my wound, sat on the ground, relaxed his arms and back and leaned back on the sofa behind him, "How about we consider not giving him food?"

Rost was silent, and Carrie, all I could hear was a laugh from him.Obviously they didn't agree with Al's actions, but they were wise not to say so.

Al kicked me in the stomach, not too hard, but he was smiling, "Wake up kitty, go help us get food in the van. Remember not to take your own."

He fixed his gaze on my face again, and we looked at each other, Al smiling at my face.He even winked at me when he met my gaze.I have to say that this kind of playful action is not suitable for a big man at all.

I wiped the blood stains on my face with unclean hands, and now all the wounds hurt very badly.Getting up from the ground, at this time because of the change in angle, Al who was sitting on the ground had to look up at me, the smile on his lips was still joking.Then he stretched out his hand lazily and handed me the key hanging on his waist—the key of the truck.

I took the key and turned to get out of the car. He still reminded me loudly behind me not to take my share.The teasing pleasure in the words made me a little anxious.

I don't know how long I can live.

You can live for about three days without eating or drinking, and you can live for about a week without eating or drinking?But in this case, I consider it an absolute blessing to live up to the deadline—I need to escape, no doubt about it.

As I opened the door of the van, I pondered my situation.To escape, but not now.If I run away now, within 50 meters they will raise their hands and shoot me dead...or hit me in the knee, making me desperate for life.

Opening the van door was a bit difficult.My left hand hurts all over—shoulder, palm.In fact they can't exert any strength now.I should be thankful that the shot went through my shoulder, if the bullet stayed in it would be far worse than it is now.

When I tried to open the truck with only my right hand, I just pulled a crack, and suddenly the door was pushed open from the inside, so hard that I was almost hit by the door, and I took several steps back before I managed to stand still.

It was the girl who almost became a food reserve yesterday, and she was still alive.Hearing someone open the door, he pushed open the door desperately and tried to escape.

She jumped straight out of the car, but fell down.I guess her legs should be injured, I even remember how unbelievably her legs were separated yesterday under Yiwei's rough treatment.But she got up immediately and was ready to run.

Why are women always so stupid, whether it's my mother, or her!She will kill me!

Obviously a hopeless struggle, just like I am now.It's just that her choice obviously didn't go through her brain.I don't want to let her go, not to save a fool.I just don't want to risk my life for a fool.

I immediately reached out and grabbed her.Maybe she was desperate, maybe I was too weak, in short, her strength was terrifying, I couldn't stop her, and she fell to the ground with her.I turned over and suppressed her in the first moment, but she had already lost her mind.She grabbed my injured shoulder and dug her fingers in desperately.

I screamed in pain and lost the strength to hold her down.Just when she turned over and was about to get up, there was a "bang" gunshot.

Everything was caught off guard.

Plasma, brain matter, splashed all over my body and face.

The woman fell limp to the ground.His dilated eyes had lost focus, and his breathing was heavy and slow.

Yiwei walked towards me furiously, stepped on the girl's dead body, and grabbed my collar, "How dare you let her go?!"

But what was written in Yiwei's eyes was not anger, but joy and excitement again.

I know I'm done.

Looks like he's found a great excuse.