Psychological Control

"Let go...Ah!...Okay, okay, I'll put it on myself..."

I just came out of the bathroom, and when I opened the door, I ran into David who had been waiting for a long time. After two or three pushes, he was pushed back onto the sink by the other party.Because I put on the bathrobe I brought, not the blood-stained skirt he gave me.

David let go of my grip because of my begging for mercy, but he still stood there stubbornly, obviously wanting to see me put it on with his own eyes.

"Mike...even if you want me to wear a woman's skirt..." I picked up the nightdress whose owner had died for a few days with a complicated expression, "but next time, can you not let it be stained with other people's blood, then nausea…"

David stood at the door of the bathroom with his arms folded noncommittally, apparently as if he wouldn't let me out unless I changed into it.I had no choice but to turn around and take off my bathrobe in front of him.

It was a very natural move at first, but I suddenly felt a real gaze on the important part of me without underwear, and I was instantly embarrassed.When we used to change clothes backstage in the dance troupe, everyone changed clothes like this every day, and I didn't see that he had any special interest in me.

Frightened by his gaze, I speeded up changing into that dead man's skirt.The moment I put it on, the faint smell of blood on the clothes enveloped my whole body.

Ordinary people will subconsciously feel nauseous when they smell the smell of blood, but Brian's perception in my body is awakened by the rare smell of human blood, just like taking hallucinogens.

"Hmm...!" David hugged me from behind in a daze, one arm wrapped around my arms so that I couldn't move, and one hand stroked my cheek and chin.I couldn't help grunting in pain.

"Looking at you in the mirror, I don't know why I always imagine you as a woman. It's still the woman I like the most. Maybe you should regret participating in that modeling competition..." David talked to you from the mirror I looked at each other, holding me in my arms like a control freak.

I have to admit, David really wasn't lying.I don't have deep facial features, but I really look like a short-haired woman in this dead man's nightdress.But although my body looks slender, we both know that under the skirt, my body has fast and distinct muscles.

"You know I'm not a woman, don't lie to yourself, Mike." The part of Brian in my body was awakened by the smell of blood, my heart rate rose, and the words that came out of my mouth no longer circled three times in my head. Those who circled and re-exported began to lose control of themselves.

I broke free of his grip with one hand, took David's hand stroking my cheek, and guided him down my body, as if he had performed thousands of times on stage.Then I grabbed his hand and pressed it under me.

"Oh, you are really unforgiving, Brian." David seemed to be a little angry with my behavior, his arms around me tightened, and the hand that was pressing on me was even more forceful.

"Ah!!" I couldn't help stepping up my feet in pain, "Let go! Mike..."

"Isn't this what you want? Huh?... I really thought about eunuching you, but unfortunately I was afraid of accidentally killing you. I love you very much, Brian." From the mirror David It can be seen from his expression that he enjoys torturing me, and the anxious sight of us in the mirror seems to make him even more excited.

"I think you are my rare friend, so I resisted not killing you directly. You have to be obedient, Brian." David finally let go of the hand that was holding my important part, and turned to play with it. The strands of hair that fall to my ears from my struggle.

David's killing intent was fully received by Brian's sensitive perception. How could I, who is so similar to David, really shrink back in fright from such a stimulus?

It's just that the killing intent in my heart is rising uncontrollably, but I know that no matter what, it is impossible for me to defeat the opponent when David is so cautious and has long been on guard against me.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so femme fatale to the FBI in the first place.I regret it so much now.Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, I would become a victim again unlucky.

I told myself that this time I had to wait for my chance, for a chance to get me to the attention of the FBI.If the FBI is still monitoring my online activities, then that may be the only breaking point.This time I won't fail again, I don't believe that after God gave me another chance to live, he will let me die under the same cause and effect again.

Lying on the only double bed in the room, my hands and two ankles were buckled by David, which is not in the way but very solid plastic buckles that cannot be easily broken off with fingernails and teeth.A wiser choice than the bald head in the previous life.

Watching David walk in after taking a shower, he helped me sit on the bed, and then took out the hair dryer.After plugging in the electricity, the hair dryer whirred and blew hot air onto my head. After drying the ends of my almost dry hair, he began to blow his own hair.

"Do you know how hard it is for a young man my age not to play with his mobile phone all day..." I relaxed on the bed, watching the murderer "friend" next to the bed whistling. s hair.

"What did you say?" David asked, stopping the hairdryer.

"I want to use my electronic equipment..." I repeated with a bitter face the same meaning as the previous sentence, but more direct.

David glanced at me with a sneer, and said, "Brian, the little internet nerd, let me play with you after I finish blowing my head. Do you know the account password for the wireless network here?"

I honestly shook my head.

"Oh, of course. Because I wrote down the note that the landlord posted on the dining table and then lost it." David added happily, before turning on the hair dryer again.

Editing your own video diary and uploading it to YouTube with a serial killer the FBI is hunting down is a unique experience that no one else will ever have in their lifetime.Especially in the video, there is also an indoor overview shot by David himself, because my hands and feet were buckled by him with rubber buckles.

"What are you doing?" David hugged me and leaned against the bed, watching me drag the videos from the camera to the video editing software one by one.

"Edit video." I replied blankly.

"So what are you going to do with this video?" David rubbed my freshly washed, slightly damp hair so it felt soft to the touch.

"Upload to Youtube to maintain exposure. I plan to continue to sell my appearance for food, I thought you knew?" I looked at the person next to me who seemed to have fully recovered as Mike.

David stared at me for a while without moving, and said, "Then the part I filmed for you will also be included? I did talk to you during the filming."

"Don't worry, I will cancel the original soundtrack of the video and put in the background music." I said it as it seemed, without showing a guilty conscience at all.

In fact, my palms were already sweating slightly at this time.Because I did plan to do some tricks in the part of David's filming, so that the FBI monitoring my computer could find out about me in time.

But I also know that it is impossible for David not to notice his voice in the video he shot.So I did add background music to that part and check him out.

But what he didn't know was that while I was adding background music to the video, I also pretended to accidentally record the sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard.Because I typed hard with the hands that were trapped together, he didn't pay attention to the sound of tapping the keyboard twice, three long and two short.

The sound of my keyboard, which seemed to be entered by mistake, expressed the three words of life-saving, murder, and hostage in the most simple way of Morse code.And repeated three times.

The plan to use Morse code to convey information was just when David was taking a shower. I inadvertently recalled the way the prisoner sent messages to his accomplices when I met Neil Caffery and assisted the FBI in arresting the prisoner. To be applied.

David found nothing and took my laptop from me after the video was uploaded. "Time to sleep, wise Brian."

Sometimes I really hate it when he calls me by my name with an adjective.That sounds like it gave me goosebumps, and I guess I'll have a psychological shadow of this name in the future.

I lay down on the bed, turned around and gave David my back.Then I felt him lay down too, wrapping his arms around my waist, snorting on the back of my neck.

We didn't know how long we had a stalemate in the dark, but in the end it was I who was exhausted from the day's journey and fell into a dream first.

In the morning, I woke up with a feeling of suffocation and heavy pressure.When I opened my eyes, I saw the glare of the sun from the window and the silhouette of shadows cast on David's deep facial features. His hands pinched my neck and sat on me.

"Cough...cough cough..." I couldn't help coughing, raised my hand to pull him away, and then suddenly realized that my hands were clasped by rubber buckles when I was sleeping.

After David saw that I was awake, he let go of his hands and turned over to walk away from me.I struggled to get up and saw that he was already fully prepared.

"Is that how you wake people up?" I mocked hoarsely, and I could feel the wound on my neck that had healed last night being torn open again.

David raised his eyebrows and seemed to be in a good mood, and he replied happily: "No, that's how I make people fall asleep forever." After speaking, he pulled out a jackknife from the sand boots on his feet, Walked up to me and grabbed my hands and cut off the rubber buckles, and then the rubber buckles on both ankles.

I rubbed my wrists and got up from the bed, and took off the chiffon nightdress in front of him. "Today I'm going to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, do you want to follow?"

David bent down and picked up the dead man's skirt that I randomly threw on the ground, and replied as a matter of course: "Of course. It's time for me to find the next prey, if you don't mind."

Of course I mind!damn murderer...

I nodded expressionlessly, and under his surveillance, changed into a dark hoodie and black pants that I don't usually wear, and went to wash up again.I tried to dress as inconspicuously as possible, and even put on a mask before going out.

It is best to dress as suspiciously as possible, and it is best to be stopped by the police for investigation.

In the supermarket, I came out with two big bags of things, and David was behind me carrying a big dozen of toilet paper and all kinds of vegetables and fruits with a dark face.Then we see David's next target.

A red-haired woman who had just locked her car and strode towards the supermarket, cursing the boy who trotted behind her.It seemed to be her son, she scolded him for being a loser and a fool.

This woman was dressed like a business woman, and she was holding a mobile phone that seemed to have just ended a call and had a black screen.Then the phone rang, and she picked it up, her expression changed into a full smile in an instant, and her tone of cursing the child became gentle.

She responded affectionately to the person on the phone, I heard her call the person dear, and then mentioned the child's name, Tommy.

"Honey, I'm taking Tommy to the supermarket. Well, it's no trouble. ... How could it be? Your son will be my son in the future."

We passed by David, who was wearing a tight white T-shirt that didn't hide his figure, and gave him a wink.The child behind her ran past us with tears in her eyes and panting behind her.

I knew that David had locked on the target. Even though I could tell that the woman's red hair was actually dyed, the instant change of breath of the man behind him still let me know that he was angry.

why?

I have never analyzed David's deep psychology, and because he used to be Mike, he concealed it very well, so this is the first time I have seen him show his real leaked emotions.

Maybe...that boy had been the epitome of his childhood? …This is the most straightforward inference, because the oppression of the mother drives the sociopath to extremes when he is still young.Many victims of serial killers are basically the type who have done them harm.

Revenge-type serial murderers are much more than mission-type serial murderers. Except for some extreme sexual desires, the rest are mostly caused by childhood shadows.

I didn't say my guess, which is the easiest way to anger David.If I still don't want to die, I'd better be a silent lamb.

Get in the car, David is driving.He stared at the exit of the supermarket without saying a word, obviously planning to conduct a follow-up investigation now.It's not easy for me to remind him that we still have some frozen meat in the trunk of the car that needs to be taken home and refrigerated.

I sat in the passenger seat and took out the magazines I bought, because my phone and house keys are now in David's hands.