Chapter 8
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Apart from the girl's extreme innocence, the middle-aged man and Lorna had already been on guard against each other.
The middle-aged man had attacked someone before, and he was also worried that the girl would cause trouble to him again if she found a way to leave the space. Therefore, no one wanted to introduce themselves anymore. They called each other according to the order in which they entered the space. The girl was No.1, and Lorna was the last to come in, and was No.9.
After the girl was named by the middle-aged man, even if she was slow-witted, she could still sense that something was wrong.
She had been beaten by the middle-aged man before, and she had a deep memory of his ferocious expression. She was afraid of middle-aged men in her heart. When the middle-aged man called her, her body shrank and she instinctively hid behind Lorna , sobbing and trying to hold back her tears.
"I told you to come here!"
When the middle-aged man saw that the girl did not move after he called out to her, his face darkened and he raised his upper body as if to get up. The girl became even more frightened when she saw him like this, and she held Lorna tightly with both hands, as if she was his life-saving straw.
Lorna sank straight down carefully . At this time, without water or food, and unable to contact other people, and unable to find an exit to leave the space, all these situations could almost wear away a person's sanity.
The man was obviously on the verge of collapse. Once he had evil thoughts, it was like opening the gates that were holding a ferocious beast.
"No.6..."
Although Lorna is older than the girl, she is thin and frail. Even for a middle-aged man, she is not considered strong, but there is an obvious difference in physical strength between men and women. If a real conflict occurs, her situation will be very dangerous.
Fortunately, she still has a dagger as her trump card. As long as the existence of the dagger is not exposed, she may be able to fight for a glimmer of hope at the last moment.
But before that, if the dagger was discovered by the middle-aged man, she would have no chance of winning.
When Lorna thought of this, his breathing became a little difficult.
She had escaped death tonight and cherished her life very much. She tried to persuade the middle-aged man to calm down, but the words that had calmed him down before were obviously no longer effective.
The middle-aged man was extremely impatient after not finding any teammates for a long time, unable to find the exit, and lacking water and food. When he finished speaking and the girl hid and dared not show up, his already limited patience was once again exhausted. He stood up and walked towards the two girls.
"Shut up now!"
He looked at Lorna calmly, with an evil thought flashing in his eyes:
"We can't get out."
The oil from his scalp and the cold sweat stuck his hair into clumps, which he rubbed into a mess.
The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and veins on his temples popped out. This expression, compared with his calm tone, made Lorna feel even more dangerous.
"This is the demon's space. It has locked us in here. We can't get out. Do you understand?"
He raised his chin nervously, "Without food and water, we can't last a few days."
"Calm down..."
The girl was so scared that she kept crying, but she remembered the previous beating and did not dare to make too much noise, for fear of attracting the attention of the middle-aged man and bringing harm to herself.
"Tell me where the exit is, tell me where the food and water are, and I'll calm down immediately!" He roared a few words, and then his emotions calmed down strangely and quickly. He even grinned and said to himself, "We're all going to die anyway," he said to himself, "Before I die, it's worth it to have a good time."
"No.1, I have one last word, come here."
The environment and reality finally tore off the civilized coat on the middle-aged man, and the thing that Lorna was most worried about along the way finally happened.
The girl shrank tighter behind Lorna , as if she wanted to curl up into a ball. The middle-aged man reached out to grab her, and she let out a shrill scream. At the critical moment, she burst out with great potential and hugged Lorna's neck tightly with both hands.
When the middle-aged man grabbed her, he strangled her so tightly that Lorna almost couldn't breathe.
"Help! Help!"
The middle-aged man tried to pull her hand, without holding back his strength. Lorna was restrained by the girl at this time, and it was difficult for her to breathe. He couldn't free up his hands to help her.
The man pulled for a while, panting with exhaustion. Not being able to succeed made him even more angry. Without thinking, he raised his fist and punched the girl in the face and head. After two punches, the girl's arms around Lorna's neck loosened a little, and Lorna finally broke free with some effort. "Help..."
The girl was still shouting and kicking her legs. After Lorna recovered for a moment, he also came over and tried to push the middle-aged man away. If the two women did not resist at the same time, once the middle-aged man succeeded, after the girl was in trouble, it would be even more difficult for her to face the middle-aged man alone.
The middle-aged man freed one hand and waved Lorna away with one hand.
His action of letting go freed one of the girl's hands, and when she waved her hand, her nails scratched the middle-aged man's face. The long nails ran from the middle-aged man's left eyebrow down to his right cheek, leaving a b****y mark, and even his eyeball was not spared.
Such fierce resistance angered the middle-aged man. He changed his original idea and took out the mouse he got when he entered the space earlier from his clothes. He held the mouse tightly and smashed it hard on the girl's head. At the same time, he grabbed the girl's hair and wrapped the mouse cable around the girl's neck in a few seconds.
"Ah...ah..." The girl desperately grabbed his neck with both hands and grabbed the back of his hands at the same time. He looked fierce: "Little b***h, you dare to hit me! I will kill you!"
The girl's eyes gradually became bloodshot, her face began to turn from blue to white, her legs kicked wildly, and a dying "ho ho" sound came from her mouth. When Lorna staggered to her feet, the girl's pupils had already begun to dilate.
Her legs were still struggling instinctively, leaving two long marks on the grass with her heels. Her face was gray, and it drooped weakly to one side, and her bloodshot eyes gradually lost their luster.
A real violent murder scene was playing out in front of him, and Lorna felt a chill on his face. The middle-aged man was determined to kill the girl, and in his heart he had already determined that Lorna was not a threat, so he was not on guard against this thin woman.
What's more, he probably subconsciously thought that this woman would not cause any harm to him. Moreover, the girl's previous experience was still in front of him. A "smart" person would not provoke him and cause trouble for himself at this time.
In such a damn place, it was so difficult for three people to survive. If something happened to her, she, a woman, would have no chance of getting out alive.
Because of these thoughts, the middle-aged man did not pay attention to Lorna when he strangled the girl.
Lorna's eyes had turned cold. She had already analyzed the situation. Once the middle-aged man made a move on the girl, he would not be able to stay. This was a good opportunity. She knew what she had to do. All she had to cross was that line of defense.
The memory of being nearly stabbed to death in the alley tonight came to her mind. The hope of survival outweighed the psychological burden of killing. She grabbed the dagger hidden in her sleeve, threw herself behind the man, hung her body on him, and stabbed the dagger in her palm into his throat.
She used all her strength in a desperate attempt to hit the target with one strike.
If he fails, the consequences today will not be something Lorna can bear.
She pulled the middle-aged man backwards, her legs clasped tightly around his shoulders, and she held his face tightly with one arm.
The middle-aged man cursed angrily, and Lorna grabbed the dagger and stabbed it hard into his throat.
He even imitated the killer's actions in his memory and twisted the handle hard, deepening the wound.
Warm blood gushed out, and the middle-aged man's back pressed against her chest and abdomen. His dying struggle almost suffocated her.
The middle-aged man tried to counterattack several times. He tried to hit her with his backhand, stepped down hard with his feet, and tried to stand up. Lorna didn't dare to let go, even though the blood flowed out and soaked her entire palm, which was greasy and disgusting.
She was afraid that the middle-aged man would not die, so she suppressed her fear and reached out to touch his wound.
The blood from the wound flowed down the middle-aged man's neck, dripping onto her chin and the corners of her mouth. Every time she exhaled, the blood seemed to flow into her mouth, and the taste made her feel sick.
The middle-aged man was panting with a "puff puff" sound, and every breath sounded like he was choked by blood. This reminded Lorna of the scene in the alley, and he exerted more force with his hands.
His resistance gradually weakened, and after a few final struggles, his hands finally fell down powerlessly, and his whole body was left twitching instinctively.
Even if the middle-aged man is not dead at this moment, he is probably not far from death.
Only after he was sure that he had cut off the middle-aged man's life force did Lorna breathe a sigh of relief and began to tremble continuously.
Because she had exerted too much force, her legs were not under her control even when she relaxed, not to mention her b****y hands.
The brief fight just now had left her body soaked in cold sweat. The middle-aged man's body pressed on her like a heavy mountain.
She opened her mouth and gasped silently, her chest aching from breathing. She lay there and rested for a while. When her hands and feet had regained some strength and could be moved by her, she pushed the middle-aged man's body, which had stopped twitching, to the side. Because the man was short and fat, he rolled on the spot for a while before stopping, his face turned to the side, covered in blood and dirt, and he looked extremely terrified.
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