Carrie drowned in a sea of tampons, and she was so desperate that she almost collapsed.

Finally, Susan, the PE teacher, heard the noise in the bathroom and rushed in.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way.."

Susan pushed away the onlookers and grabbed Carrie by the body, trying to calm her down.

"Carrie, calm down, Carrie.."

And Carrie, who had suffered unprecedented humiliation, pain, panic, and despair, was left to scream instinctively, and the fluorescent tubes above her head began to flicker as she screamed.

A hint of boredom and distress flashed in Susan's eyes, gritted her teeth, and slapped Carrie in the face.

The whole world was silent.

Carrie covered the left side of her face, from collapse to distraction, and instantly froze in place.

"Alright, Carrie.." Susan took the battered Carrie into her arms and comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's all over."

Then he turned his head and shouted coldly at the girls, "Get out!"

...

A farce, a big joke, spread throughout the campus in the shortest possible time.

Chrissy recorded the video, which first circulated among the students, and people laughed at Carrie White, who had become a "freak" in their minds.

"I've called your mom and she's promised to pick you up at the end of school.." Susan put her arm on Carrie's shoulder and comforted, "Menarche is normal, every girl has it, you just came later than the average girl... Take it easy, Carrie.. In the afternoon you can walk around the school and relax, I have already said hello to the teachers."

Carrie hugged herself tightly, looking dazed, obviously not fully out of what had just happened.

Susan casually glanced at her cheek, which was still flushed and swollen without subsiding, and a hint of guilt flashed in her eyes, and she apologized, "I'm sorry, Carrie, I shouldn't have slapped you..." I should think of a better way to deal with it... I hope you can forgive me.."

Carrie didn't say a word, Susan looked at her watch, hesitated, but still spoke: "Then Carrie, I'll go first, if there is anything else, remember to come to me at any time.."

Susan gave Carrie a slightly apprehensive look and turned away.

Only this battered girl was left, hiding in the corner, silently licking her wounds.

At some point, a figure appeared in Carrie's trance-like vision.

She looked up and saw a gentle face.

"Does it hurt?" Carlo reached out and slowly touched Carrie's cheek, Carrie's body trembled, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but still held back.

Carlo's fingers landed on the red and swollen patch, and the cold touch unexpectedly made Carrie feel a little comfortable, and her expression gradually softened.

Carlo caressed Carrie like a cat, his eyes were gentle, with a hint of pity, he looked at Carrie's blue eyes, and said softly: "Next time, remember to call back.."

"That's not hard at all.." Carlo rubbed Carrie's hair a little dotingly, and said in a low voice, "Moreover, it can make you feel a lot better."

Carrie's eyes trembled slightly, as if something flashed, and the big tree beside her suddenly shook violently, and the leaves fell like rain...

This is a luxurious suburban villa, three floors, very large, with garden and swimming pool, beautiful.

Carlo opened the door with ease, ripped off the tie around his neck and the glasses on the bridge of his nose, threw them on the sofa, opened the wine cabinet, and quickly swept over the bottles of different types and vintages.

Finally, he picked a bottle, and with satisfaction, he took out a clean goblet, and poured the blood-red wine into the transparent glass, pulling out the satin beauty. The aroma of the wine gradually spread in the air, Carlo picked up the glass and sniffed it lightly, shook it slightly, and showed a faint sense of intoxication on his face, and then took a sip, moving gracefully like a perfect aristocratic gentleman.

"Do you rarely go out?"

Carlo asked suddenly, but he was the only one in the room, and he could follow his gaze, and in the corner of the house, a man's corpse stood upright, with a look of pain, panic, fear, and despair on his face.

Carlo was telling them that the previous owner of the villa, the place where they lived was so clean, that there was no one around, so no one knew even if they died.

"I can't be like you." Carlo said to himself, "Staying in the house all day is going to get moldy.."

The sky outside has darkened, New York has begun to enter the night, and the lights are high, and the true prosperity is about to be revealed.

Carlo stood in front of the large dressing mirror, picking through the full wardrobe and asking for the corpse's opinion.

"What do you think I'm going to do with this shirt?

"Oh, your taste is really bad, I should find some time to go shopping.."

"Do you know where to find fun? You should know New York well."

...

Carlo finally picked out his clothes, a dark shirt with two loose buttons on the top, with simple pants and leather shoes, the man in the mirror looked handsome and charming.

"Wow, it looks good.." Carlo whistled happily, turned to the corpse by the wall, and said, "What do you think?.. Haha, don't hide it, dude, I see your jealous eyes.."

Carlo smiled and walked towards the door, leaning back before going out, frowning, "You stay at home... Oh yes, I have to warn you, you're stinking all over you, so take a shower... byebye~”

The sound of the door closing, then the roar of the car, when the sound faded away, in the empty villa, a pale gray phantom slowly emerged from the air, it was a man in a nightgown, curled up in the corner, trembling with fear...

The silver-gray cool sports car pulls out a long red line in the dark, like a cobra's eye, and finally stops on a remote street, and the handsome man walks out of the car.

Two blonde beauties passing by let out a low exclamation at the sight of the sports car and the handsome guy, and boldly greeted Carlo.

Carlo smiled slightly, stepped forward and put his arms around the two of them, and walked towards the only bar on the street.

When he walked to the door, a stout man stopped him and said in a rough voice, "I'm sorry, we don't welcome female guests here."

"Oh.." A blonde beauty couldn't help but cry out, and said angrily, "Almost all of the people sitting inside are women.."

"That's why women are no longer welcome.." The stout man glared at her, and the blonde beauty couldn't help but take two steps back.

The stout man was resolute, and the two beauties had no choice but to coquettish Carlo: "Honey, shall we change places.. Or, go to your car?"

Carlo let go of his hands, pushed the two out, and said lightly: "It looks like it can only be next time.."

He smiled and said to the stout man, "Can I go in now?"

"Of course. The stout man stepped aside.

The two beauties turned pale with anger, stomped their feet and walked away in a huff..