"Ahh

The kidnapper screamed and sat down on the ground, I confronted him against the wall, blood pouring out of the place where the dagger had been inserted, and I watched him sit on the ground, his hands on his left leg, his teeth clenched, his face pale with pain, sweat dripping from the contours of his face on his black shirt. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Half of the info dagger was inserted into his thigh, leaving the remaining blood-stained parts that seemed to reflect the cold light.

I didn't have time to think too much, so I leaned to the side and struggled to get to my feet.

But the next moment my hair was pulled and pulled back hard, and the sky spun around, "bang", and the moment the back of my head hit the ground, I felt a pain in my eyes.

"****, see if I don't kill you!"

I watched half-open as he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words, his left hand pulling at my hair with force that almost tore my scalp apart. I defiantly grabbed his wrist, my nails digging into his skin as if to retaliate against my attack, and the next moment he pulled at my hair and sent my head slightly off the ground and slammed it down again.

A dull ache.

This made my eyes darken, and I was stunned for a few seconds.

I felt him let go of the hand that was pulling at my hair, and the next second he grabbed my neck tightly.

Worst!

As if trying to convey all the pain in my legs to me in this way, I felt his knuckles stuck in the cartilage of his neck, and the blood vessels throbbed more and more clearly under his fingers that tightened little by little. My eyes were half-open, my head gradually dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and in panic, he grinned, his cheekbones high, and the expression was not sure whether it was pain or mockery of me.

My bound hands grabbed his wrists and scratched hard, feeling the sticky touch of my fingertips, I probably scratched his skin, but he didn't relax the strength of his hands in the slightest.

Help me......

Help me!

A second.

Two seconds.

The sensation of hypoxia is transmitted to every cell of the body.

I instinctively kicked my legs to kick him, but I couldn't struggle with the ropes that bound my ankles.

"Die."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, condescendingly looking at me, whose face was a little gray, feeling the palm holding his neck getting heavier and heavier, and in the corner of his eye, I saw the sweat on his forehead, and under the sweat was a slightly red eye.

I raised my head and opened my mouth wide to breathe, but at this moment there was no air inhalation, my neck was contained, and everything in front of me was confused, upside down, and blurred. I blushed and felt some tinnitus, and the next moment it looked like my neck was going to be broken.

Is it going to die here......

I'm not reconciled......

I struggled, my elbows on the hard ground.

He died here for no apparent reason......

No one knows......

I'm not reconciled......

I'm not reconciled!

I struggled to cough, but even the strength to cough was withdrawing.

Vera ......

Kill him......

What the?

Kill him.

With a dagger.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the dagger still in his thigh.

"Stinky ****!" The kidnapper pressed his hands harder again, and he leaned forward slightly, his upper body on the hands that were holding my neck.

Can't die here!

Letting go of the hands that had been pinched into his wrists, I bit my lower lip and felt a burst of blood in my mouth.

The next moment, he grabbed the dagger with his backhand and pulled it out with all his strength.

"Ahh

Without any hesitation, I plunged the dagger into his abdomen.

Once, once, blindly.

The sharp blade pierced the fragile skin, pierced the soft veins, and the warm blood stained my clothes red. My head went blank, I could feel the warmth of each blood gushing out of my face, the smell of blood spreading in the air, I repeated mechanically, pulling out the dagger with all my strength, and thrust it into the kidnapper's abdomen again, piercing his peritoneum and pulling deeper into the organs......

Take a big gulp of the blood-soaked air.

It wasn't until he slammed backwards to the ground that I stopped repeating the mechanic.

Hand, just holding the dagger, hung in mid-air.

I don't know how many times I stabbed him.

Or dozens of times.

My body twitched, and I watched him staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, his mouth covered in blood, his hands slightly bent in front of his chest, as if trying to protect the wound, his internal organs flowing from the place where they had been cut, and he never got up again.

He's dead......

"Bang dang". The dagger in my hand fell unconsciously, and in an instant I lost the strength to support my whole body, and I fell to the ground, looking at the ceiling, blood dripping down my cheek and falling to the floor beneath me, it was his blood, still warm. The air around me was filled with the smell of blood, but I inhaled the air in a big gulp, and the faint smell of blood in my throat was as if I had drunk blood.

The brain, which is gradually recovering from the lack of oxygen, is blank.

I killed someone......

The walls were covered with splatters of blood, I stared blankly at the shocking wall, my clothes were soaked with blood, I listened to my rapid breathing and crazy heartbeat, and my fingers felt sticky, like vines, invisibly burrowing out of the ground, winding, stretching, as if trying to envelop me in it, sucking it up.

I won.

survived.

Turning my head slightly, I looked at the kidnappers lying on the other side, the corpse, to be exact. He tilted his head, and all I could see was his chin, and the blood-stained stubble.

The corpse is the best accuser.

Silently accusing his killer.

After experiencing the boundary between life and death, I suddenly wanted to cry......

Guilt, fluke, panic.

Which one feels a little more?

I didn't know, I just let myself breathe rapidly, inhaling the hard-earned oxygen, and my throat ached from breathing.

It was only a few seconds away, and now I was the corpse.

I don't want to hide something, no amount of cover-up is futile.

With dry eyes, I sat up in silence, trying to divert my attention from the cold corpse beside me. Picked up the dagger that fell beside him, held it with his backhand, cut the hemp rope that tied his legs with a dagger that was even sticking to human tissue, got up slightly, adjusted his posture and knelt on the ground, holding the dagger between his legs, and sharpened the rope of his wrist with the blade, and the moment he released it, he only felt a slight muscle pull, and a burst of pain.

The blood-stained clothes clung to my upper body, and I glanced at the corpse. He lay on his back on the ground, sticky blood beneath him. His body cooled little by little as time passed, his abdomen had been stabbed, the flesh was blurred, the blood spread from under him, and the smell of blood in the air became heavier and heavier.

I heard that after death, the soul does not leave immediately, but stays next to the corpse for a while, right......

I silently glanced at the silent room and shook my head, blood dripping down my hair and onto my chest.

No...... Blame me.

With my left hand on the ground, I leaned against the wall and groped my way to my feet.

Lying down for too long, and just experiencing the suffocation that almost died.

My whole body was weak and my joints ached, and I groped my way along the wall for a few steps, leaning on my black desk.

I used to think that surviving was the luckiest thing.

But I didn't expect the purgatory I was going to face next.

It is better to be alive than to die.