Chapter 2 Bad Cat

The murderer did not promise her.

But she wasn't killed either.

Wei Ye put tape on his mouth again, and she lay on the cold floor, waiting for the door to open again.

Because he said before: Is it okay to eat one meal a day?

It seems that I can live for the time being.

Wei Ye didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot.

Her body was extremely tired and her whole body was stiff and painful, but the stimulation of the edge of life and death made her brain turn constantly, without any sleepiness.

In his short life, Wei Ye only had time to imagine that gentle and natural way of death.

Death from illness, car accident.

Instead of being stabbed to death with a knife, dying unwillingly with fear, pain, despair, and resentment.

...But before death, another urgent question came.

It's been too long, and Wei Ye wants to pee.

And she was tied here.

The bladder was extremely swollen, and she didn't dare to move too hard.

She didn't know if the murderer had considered that living people would excrete.

If she wet her pants, will he kill her with disgust when he comes back and sees her?

Or would she happily mock her for being slutty like an animal, her body is dirty and her self-esteem is completely dissatisfied?

Or combine the two and kill her happily, reasonably.

Wei Ye slowed down his breathing.

Be patient.

It's still a long time before she collapses.

She could endure this torture.

At this moment, she began to thank her bully in absurd and bizarre way.

The boy was her deskmate, rich and eccentric. He entered the police station five times last month, and was picked up by three cars every time, without even a record of entering the police station.

He disliked her since he entered the first year of high school and specially transferred her to be his deskmate to make it easier to bully her.

He tore her book, put cockroaches and dead rats into her table, locked her into the bathroom, smashed her with a basketball, splashed her with water, and grabbed her hair.

Starting this semester, he maliciously upgraded and began to pinch her.

From the collar down, the place where the clothes are covered, especially the waist and thighs, are bruised every day, and are injured.

Wei Ye told his parents three times in his first year of high school.

The parents angrily looked for the boy’s parents and teachers for the first time, but the second time he remained silent, and the third time he scolded her: Why did he bully you!

They blamed her for being mean and said she asked for it.

...But she is not cowardly.She resisted and fought with him.

She couldn't beat him and fell into the woods, and was ridden by him on his waist, his face covered with ashes.

Yesterday, the boy reached into her clothes for the first time.

Wei Ye observed his expression and breathing frequency and discovered subtle and ominous changes.

Something came out from the depths of his eyes.

As he bit her, she struggled to break free and took the shortcut to run home.

Wei Ye can tolerate this situation when he was tied to the basement by the murderer.

At least, no one tortured her for the time being.

She could lie quietly.

When the murderer came again, I don’t know how long it took.

He was in a good mood, holding a small bowl in his hand, with a handle in the shape of claw marks on the edge.

The cat food bowl is filled with bear biscuits.

His voice was lazy and hoarse, as gentle as when he went home from get off work to feed his cat: It's time to eat.

Wei Ye lay on the ground and looked at him.

She felt strange and crazy joy in her heart, as if she had met the only person she could rely on, restrained her breathing for a day and became rapid again.

She opened her eyes wide and looked forward.

The murderer smiled and leaned over and touched her face: Sorry, I forgot the tape.

After tearing it up, it hurts again. Her skin is half red and half white, and she looks miserable.

The murderer put the bowl in front of her. The moment he approached her, she smelled the clear and calm smell of alcohol on his body, which made her mind clear.

He coaxed: Eat.

Wei Ye stuttered at the bowl for a moment before speaking smoothly: Toilet.

What?He smiled and lowered his head, as if he didn't hear it clearly.

Her lips were chapped and she said it more bluntly with difficulty: I want to pee.

The murderer suddenly realized: Ah.

She held her breath and waited for him to be kind.

Sorry, I didn't prepare a cat litter box.He said apologetically.

Wei Ye's face froze.She uttered three words in a barely way:

...I can't hold it in.

Um?no.He raised his index finger and said that only bad cats would urinate everywhere.

He said: Are you a bad cat?

……

completion.

Her eyes were straight.

She is going to die.

A hot stream flowed out from underneath, soaking her pants.

The murderer took a step back and said in frustration: Bad cat.