Chapter 445 Perverted Man 2
The man said that the whole room was full of expressions of his love for Lu Weiwei, but Lu Weiwei sneered in her heart.
This room is filled with photos of all sizes, and judging from the angles of the photos, they must have been taken secretly.
The photos are all of the same girl. Some of the girls in the photos are sleeping on the table, some are reading or doing homework, some are riding the bus, and some are walking on the road and suddenly look back and are photographed.
The heroine in this photo is Lu Weiwei.
She never knew that there was a pervert who had been paying attention to her life and taking secret photos of her. She only felt disgusted and nauseous.
Now, even though the man was rubbing a fruit knife against her body, as if he was going to puncture her blood vessels in the next second, she did not see much fear on her face.
She had become numb and even wished he would end his life immediately. She had had enough of this mental and physical torture.
Now I just want to be free.
"Why are you ignoring me? Huh? Weiwei, I love you so much, you love me too, right? You see, we have a lot in common."
Lu Weiwei remained calm and didn't respond to him, and the man started to become nervous again.
He wanted to get her response, wanted to see her struggling vividly, instead of the lifeless look she had now.
After the man finished speaking, he stood up and walked quickly to the table beside him, took a stack of photos from it, and then returned to Lu Weiwei.
"Weiwei, look, this photo shows you reading Rabindranath Tagore's poetry. I also like Tagore very much.
This photo was taken in the cinema. Strangely enough, I didn’t deliberately check what drama you were watching at the time.
But when I entered the theater, I saw you right away. We have the same taste. This photo—"
"I don't like Tagore. At that time, I just picked it up and flipped through a page. I just followed the crowd and went to see this movie.
We... have nothing in common... and we don't have any tacit understanding, and I... don't like you.
And, your favorite method is... torture? Then... being liked by you... I am really... unlucky... for the rest of my life..."
Lu Weiwei no longer worried about angering the pervert. She only wanted to die and end this painful torture as soon as possible.
But damn soul mate, being liked by such a pervert is her greatest misfortune.
"Shut up! I said we had it, so don't deny it. But it doesn't matter. Since you are not willing to be here voluntarily, then I won't be polite.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t control my temper before and ruined this pair of smooth legs, which makes you imperfect.
I originally wanted to remove the scar first, but since you are so eager to stay with me, it’s okay to have some flaws.
There are just some minor regrets, but compared to you, these regrets are insignificant.
I just don’t know if scar removal products can restore the body to its original state after it dies.”
The man squatted down and slowly stroked the skin of Lu Weiwei's calf exposed to his heart.
He was so happy before that he didn't know how to express his happiness and joy at finally getting her, so he used this method to declare his sovereignty.
But after calming down, he regretted it.
This is too aesthetically pleasing.
Lu Weiwei felt his hands constantly rubbing her calves, and occasionally picking at the scars.
Lu Weiwei had become numb to the pain caused by his scar picking, but it was his restless hands that made her feel uneasy like a poisonous snake.
She was not afraid of his physical torture and threats to her life.
But this inability to guess what he was going to do next really made her feel tortured and uneasy.
"You... dead pervert, if you want to kill me, just... do it quickly... You're so slow... Are you still a man... Hmm——"
Lu Weiwei kept saying this to provoke him, but before she could finish her words, she suddenly let out a muffled groan.
"Don't be naughty, don't provoke me. I don't want this body to be hurt again. After the body functions die, these scars can't recover, and I will be unhappy."
The man was really irritated by her words, and he suddenly stabbed her thigh with the hand holding the fruit knife.
The bright red blood slowly seeped through her white skirt, staining a large area of the white bed sheet red.
"You...are a...pervert!"
Lu Weiwei was not afraid of his overt harm, but was afraid of the psychological torture caused by his previous slow decision of whether to kill or not.
"Hmph, since you can't wait any longer, then I'll grant your wish and let you stay here with me completely.
But I'll make some preparations later. I'm going to burn incense and take a bath, and also change you into a new dress.
This one is dirty and doesn't suit you. You deserve the best."
The man's crazy expression had been put away, and now he had a decent and gentle smile on his face.
If you didn't know what happened before, just looking at his smile you would think he was a really gentle and refined man.
Only Lu Weiwei, who had experienced all the torture before, knew how perverted he was.
After the man finished speaking, he left the bedside and walked quickly to the wardrobe beside him, where he slowly and methodically selected the clothes he would wear later, as well as the white dress he had chosen for Lu Weiwei.
He picked for about ten minutes before finally finding a simple white dress.
Although the skirt looks simple in style, the fabric is obviously not cheap.
"I picked and chose, and I still think that simple and elegant styles are most suitable for you.
Weiwei, I'll change your clothes first, then I'll go take a bath and burn incense, then put on your favorite white shirt and come over, and it will all be over."
After the man said this, he reached out to help Lu Weiwei take off her clothes.
Over the past week, Lu Weiwei has changed her skirt several times.
Every time he went crazy, he would stab himself, and his clothes would be stained with blood.
So when he changed her clothes again, Lu Weiwei felt numb.
After waiting for a week, no one came to rescue her. She knew that the possibility of leaving here alive was very slim.
Now she only wanted him to kill her as soon as possible.
"Bang--"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise at the door.
The man paused, confusion and panic on his face. He turned to look at the door, ready to see what was going on.
But when he turned around, he was hit by a fierce punch, and his head was buzzing. For a moment, he felt dizzy and couldn't tell east from west.
But before he could react, he was greeted by more punches.
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