torture
Zhou Min took a bite of the overnight triangular rice ball with a stern face. The rice grains had become a little hard due to dehydration and stuck together tightly, requiring some effort to chew.
Zhou Min had just taken this rice ball out of the room. From last night to this morning, Zhou Qiting had not left the room. Although the room had a bathroom, the water from the faucet was not drinking water, so she took two bottles of purified water from the kitchen.
When I opened the door, I saw that the rice balls I brought in yesterday were still there, but the water I brought in was gone. It was placed on the low table beside the bed, and half of it had been drunk.
Zhou Min couldn't stand the waste, so he bent down angrily to put down the two bottles of water, picked up the triangular rice ball, walked out without saying a word, and slammed the door to express his dissatisfaction.
Tsk, I might as well starve to death, so I don’t have to waste my energy doing it. Zhou Min stuffed the remaining rice balls into his mouth, chewing them with puffed cheeks and resentment, venting his resentment towards Zhou Qiting.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Min knocked on the door with a plate of creamy carbonara pasta. After waiting for half a minute and still no one answered, she pushed the door open. When the gap was large enough for the plate to pass through, she put the plate on the ground and closed the door.
She hadn't finished dealing with Chen Shu's matter yet. If the young lady starved to death first, she would have to share a room with the corpse. This was mainly because the corpse would be difficult to deal with in the hot weather, not because she was so kind as to not want to see the young lady starve.
Zhou Min sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and thought it was better than getting some sleep, but his ears were paying attention to the movements in the room.
After slamming the door and leaving last night, Zhou Min became increasingly angry. First, he was angry that he hadn't been able to organize his words in time to retort, and had simply said "I hate you" and left. Second, he was angry that even though he was already a complete "pervert" in her eyes, he still hadn't done anything more to hurt her, and had just allowed her to provoke him again and again.
Forget it. I am a magnanimous person and I won’t bother with a dying person.
No, I am also a dying man, why should I swallow my anger?
Forget it, the reason why she is dying is all my fault, so I won’t bother with her anymore.
No, it was obviously she who broke her promise and misunderstood me first, so why should I just accept it?
Never mind...that's not right...
In this way, Zhou Min was secretly troubled in his heart all night.
Zhou Min leaned back in his chair, his eyes dry and sore, perhaps due to lack of sleep or some other reason, and even closing his eyes did not relieve the pain.
The resulting irritability incidentally brought back the things that had been temporarily put aside and had been bothering him all night, making the irritability even worse.
Hadn't I always been looking forward to the day when the high-and-mighty young lady would fall from grace? Now that the day had finally come, why hadn't I done anything more outrageous?
Zhou Min clasped his hands together and began to reflect on his hesitation over the past period of time.
Since the day she was trained as an emotionless killing machine, she has been taught not to be soft-hearted towards any target.
But Zhou Min couldn't do it. He was facing living people just like her. How could his hand holding the knife not hesitate?
Every time I showed mercy, I was met with cold disappointment and disgust in my mother's eyes, followed by long periods of confinement.
After the pain, one can still seek comfort, but confinement is pure torture.
She still remembered the first time she was locked in a dark room with scars all over her body and was ordered to sit on a chair and not move.
My back hurt the most, so I couldn't lean back in my chair. My legs hurt quite a bit too, and even when I sat down, the constant pain made it hard to stay awake.
The dark environment blocked vision, and the ticking sound of the second hand stretched out time, making the pain vivid and long, and every second was endless torture.
The sting of wounds, the dull ache of bruises... When she breathed more heavily, the pain blended together, agonizing from the inside out. When she breathed less, the pain gained strength independently, enveloping her densely.
At a time like this, it would be a great blessing to faint directly.
As she was put in solitary confinement many times, the idea of "not being soft on your target" was ingrained into her mind, even before the idea of "love is pain."
So his soft-heartedness took on another form - trying to kill the target with one strike, so as not to let the target suffer too much.
She had always known that abusing others would not relieve her pain, but would only bring her back to the nightmarish room in her memory.
Just like now.
Zhou Min suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.
How did she become like this?
Are the two orders she took on since returning to her old job influencing her subtly?
Why did she use the method of imprisoning and humiliating Zhou Qiting to vent her resentment?
Zhou Min covered his face, buried his head between his knees, and curled up in pain.
sorry.
After a long time, Zhou Min put down his hand expressionlessly and raised his head. His golden eyes were like a long-dried desert, dry and dead.
She watched the clock hand move around blankly, got up with difficulty and walked outside, took a gun, unlocked the safety, dragged her steps to the door of the room, and without knocking, she pulled the handle, pushed the door open and walked in.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you suffer.
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Zhou Yiting leaned against the head of the bed, her cheeks flushed unnaturally due to her rising body temperature, a fine layer of sweat seeped out of her forehead, and her temples throbbed with pain along with her pulse.
She stretched out her soft arms to reach the drinking water beside her, and the thin blanket covering her body slipped to her chest due to the movement, revealing the flushed skin at the collar of her nightgown.
The ice-cold water poured into the mouth, slid down the throat, and when it fell into the empty stomach, it quickly became as hot as body temperature.
She shivered from time to time, and felt dull pain in her joints. Even when she covered herself tightly with the quilt, she still felt cold.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she forced herself to open her sore eyes and looked towards the source of the noise. Half a minute later, the door quietly opened a crack, and a plate of steaming food was placed on the floor beside it. The door then closed again.
Haha, pretending to be nice.
Zhou Yiting's dazed black eyes narrowed slightly as he endured the headache. He frowned and forced himself to analyze the current situation.
The plate of food by the door looked like creamy pasta, and it looked like it was made with fresh ingredients bought last night.
Yesterday, after hearing the sound of the iron door closing, Zhou Yiting walked out of the room and looked for any chance to escape.
The house has two bedrooms and a living room. Judging from the area and layout of the room she is in, it should be the master bedroom.
The area in the living room that was supposed to be a balcony was also sealed off tightly, with no light coming in. The ceiling light was the only source of light.
The door lock of another room was also broken. Zhou Qiting was a little surprised when she pushed open the door because all she saw was fitness equipment and no bed to rest on.
So the purpose of this house is just to lock her up? Will Zhou Min go somewhere else to rest?
Zhou Qiting came to the kitchen again with doubts, but was even more surprised -
Several kitchen knives were placed openly on the knife rack without any cover.
Was Zhou Min certain she wouldn't commit suicide? Was he so confident in his own abilities that he wasn't afraid of her getting the knife?
Zhou Yiting didn't pick up the knife for the time being, but opened the refrigerator, only to find that there was very little food inside.
The most likely reason was that her death was very near and she simply could not consume too much food. Of course, it is not ruled out that Zhou Min did this because he wanted to see her despair when she was cut off from food.
After the observation, she returned to the room, picked up the unopened bottle of mineral water by the door, unscrewed it and took a sip, without touching the triangular rice ball.
Then she went back to the kitchen, picked up two knives, walked back to the living room, turned off the lights, and waited quietly by the door.
Not surprisingly, last night's attack failed.
Judging by the living room clock, Zhou Min was out for less than two hours yesterday. If she drove, she was trapped in the suburbs, where food was difficult to buy. If she walked, it meant that there were probably people living nearby, making it easy to buy food at night.
Thinking of this, she laughed at herself. Dying from a fever like this was also a good option. Would she still have a chance to escape?
Zhou Qiting closed her eyes sleepily. The fatigue caused by the fever made it impossible for her to sit up. She slid down little by little from the sitting position, sank into the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the thin quilt, and curled up in a corner of the medium-sized iron bed.
My thoughts gradually fell into chaos.
She didn't know how long it had been before she heard light footsteps and felt a breeze brushing against her burning skin. Then a slightly cool palm touched her burning forehead, causing her skin to shiver.
"Don't touch me." Zhou Yiting didn't have the strength and didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't know if her weak voice was heard. She only knew that the person beside the bed stopped for a while, as if thinking about something. After a while, she heard the sound of metal friction.
It seemed to be the sound of a gun safety being activated.
Are they finally going to kill her? Since the ending was always going to be closing her eyes, Zhou Qiting still didn't bother to open her eyelids, but just pulled the corners of her mouth in contempt.
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