Human beings are always very adaptable.
Even if it's something you're terrified of.
As long as it doesn't drive you crazy, you'll adapt to it quickly.
This is how one practices mindfulness.
Not long after, those insects that she used to be most afraid of stopped making her scream and causing her to break down.
She seemed numb.
Even as the insects gnawed at her body, she showed no reaction.
However, her mental state worsened.
Sometimes, when she saw him in the dungeon, her eyes would light up and she would look at him with longing, even though she used to only feel fear and dread when she saw him.
When he was about to leave, she would try to persuade him to stay.
"Uncle, don't go...please stay! You haven't hit me yet...please stay and hit me, don't go..."
A completely enclosed space
As soon as he leaves, the dungeon will be plunged into complete darkness, without a glimmer of light or a sound.
Only the insects she feared most kept her company.
This can be extremely damaging to a person's mental well-being.
Only when he came every few days could she see light, see people, and hear sounds.
As a result, she developed an attachment to him.
Even if he stayed to beat her, she would rather be beaten than stay in that completely dark and quiet environment.
But he still showed her no sympathy or pity whatsoever.
Some time has passed.
He saw that leeches and insects could no longer frighten him.
So he came up with a new idea.
One day, he took a small snake with its teeth pulled into the dungeon.
He put the small snake into her mouth.
He finally saw the pain on her face again and heard her desperate pleas for mercy once more.
The dream continues.
Later, he came up with many more ways to torture people.
After one form of torture had made her unable to endure any more pain, they used new methods to torment her.
Her mental state also visibly deteriorated.
Gradually, it seemed that nothing could cause her pain anymore.
No……
To be precise, her mental health issues were so severe that she neglected herself and only had eyes for him.
She was always happy to see him.
The look of fear and dread on their faces was replaced by anticipation and excitement.
Even when he went to see her, he would proactively ask, "Uncle, what methods are you going to use to torment me today?"
"My uncle is so clever; he always comes up with such great ideas!"
"Oh, right, Uncle, look, my arm is broken! I accidentally fell asleep last night, and my body pulled, and I broke my left arm. Uncle, are you happy?"
"Uncle, why don't you have any expression at all? Isn't breaking one hair enough?"
She murmured,
Then, he forcefully sank down, and the chains tightened around his hands...
"Click—"
The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the dungeon.
But she didn't cry out, and didn't even care that both her hands were broken.
She smiled and looked at him ingratiatingly: "Uncle, now that both my hands are broken, are you happy?"
"If Uncle is happy, could you give me a few more hours of extra time today? Spend a few more hours with me?"
…
…
This dream was very, very long.
He watched as Shi Nian, an autistic child, gradually lost her mind under his torment.
Even though she was clearly mentally unstable, he did not let her out, but kept her hanging in that dark and damp dungeon.
Until five years later...
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